Wine and Gun

—You don't feel anything at all about what you're doing, do you?

"There's nothing else we can do about this," Olga replied kindly. "It's already clear who the kidnapper is, as long as Bart and the others can find his hiding place... They set up all the entrances and exits of the city. After the checkpoint is cleared, the surveillance system is also very developed, if the kidnapper leaves, the police will find out.”

"But the girl may have died. You should know how many criminal cases we have taken over in this industry. I know the probability." Herstal pointed out calmly.

"Indeed, there are many bad things that can happen." Olga nodded reluctantly. "It is also possible that we will never find them again, and they will disappear from our sight forever."

Herstal frowned, not taking a sip from the drink in front of him. In fact, after seeing Herstal's work environment, Albarino can't imagine that he would drink in a scene like this. He said: "What do police departments generally do? Those unsolved cases?"

Albarino smiled softly, there was no contempt in his expression, so he could only appear a little ruthless: "Forever put it in a corner of the archives to collect dust, and then take it out to mourn when someone thinks of them. — as when they faced the dead of Westland pianists and Sunday gardeners."

"Speaking of the Sunday Gardener," Olga said slowly, looking at Herstal curiously, "Herstal, why do you think he chose you?"

"Why do you all think he 'chosen' me?" Herstal frowned and asked in a stiff tone.

"Because he never cares who his works are displayed in front of, he chooses public places indiscriminately, and doesn't care who sees them first." Olga said in a light tone, putting the empty wine glass on the bar There is no drunkenness in his eyes, "But this time he sent you a text message, he consciously chose you to be the first viewer of his works, as if he had opened a private exhibition for you - one of the The meaning is very different."

At this moment, their other companion at the bar, the chief forensic officer of the Westerland City Forensic Medicine Bureau, a true Sunday gardener, suddenly realized that when he chose to show Herstal the body, Originally, I just wanted to hint at his ending to the prey who was still ignorant about his future, but if his inference is true...

If his reasoning is true, he is directly provoking the Westland pianist himself.

The pianist should have been able to see that Thomas Norman's corpse was a provocation to him, with similar themes and diametrically opposite tactics - rather, Albarino was convinced that neither of them should have looked down on the other's modus operandi , so the pianist will not understand the meaning of wrong provocation - what if he shows the work directly to the pianist himself by mistake?

Then he'd be on the wrong side.

Albarino smiled inconspicuously in the dark, while Olga was asking: "Do you matter to him? Herstal, I suggest you think about it -- you Is there anyone around who might fit the profile of a Sunday gardener?"

The lawyer's lips moved, not knowing what to answer, and Olga looked at him curiously. It was in this world, too, that Herstal's phone ringing interrupted them.

Herstal silently slid down the bar stool, apologized softly to them, and went to answer the phone; while Albarino looked at Olga and asked, "Seriously? Do you really think the Sunday gardener was with him? "

Olga Molozze was an interesting girl and a good friend, but Albarino felt he might as well sacrifice that if necessary.

"Ask what you want," Olga gave him a languid look, "now that it's all over, you don't mind going to the doctor in a hurry--but I suggest you don't tell Bart I'm asking, if he knows about me Considering the issue from this perspective, I may feel that I have completely lost my job standard, and I still want to continue to be a consultant to the police department."

Olga had previously mentioned that she was a consultant to the police department because it gave her access to all the files of the Sunday gardener and the Westland pianist, and she wanted to write a book on the subject in the future. Albarino wished her success, if they all survived unscathed until the time Olga envisioned.

But now, assuming -- just assuming that the three sitting here are really the former BAU profiler, the Westland pianist, and the Sunday gardener, and they're drinking drinks and drinks with strange names, then It means that 80% of the future will not develop as they expected, and the future will be even crazier, distorted, and perhaps darker.

Possibly even more interesting, Albarino lowered his eyelashes silently, willing to make a wish for this possible possibility.

No one knew what he was thinking at this moment, and Herstal had come back, and he really looked like a serious gentleman. His brows were furrowed, and the news he brought back was explosive.

"I got a call from Officer Hardy," he said. "Martin Jones reached out to them and wanted to exchange the little girl from the Davis family for a ransom."

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