Wine and Gun

"She didn't teach me how to be a serial killer." Albarino smiled. "Besides, the police closed the case by accident at the time."

"It's true." Olga agreed, "but the current situation is: the day when you rowed in the lake was calm and the boat didn't sway very much—by the way, I went to the site to investigate later. Well, the wooden boat provided by the lake is so safe that it's hard to accidentally fall off - you and your mother can swim, and you seem to have won an award at school. Anyway, you want me to believe she really fell into the water, or do you want me to believe that the truth is that she killed herself on purpose and you stood by?"

Albarino still had the same smile on his face. He casually played with the knife in his hand and asked, "So you think I'm a psychopath?"

Olga shook her head slowly, as if she had heard an interesting question.

"No. So I found out that you are the artist we were looking for."

"'Artist'." Albarino snorted softly, like a breath, "Most people don't think so."

When he said this, he glanced at the severed hand on the stainless steel workbench not far away, and his smile was a little narrow.

"It's interesting how you position yourself, and that's one of the reasons I wanted to come to Westland," Olga said in a businesslike tone, sounding unusually calm, "Anyway, when I was at Quantico, I don't have much spare time, but it's easy to prove my conclusion when I come to Westland - your mother is not as good at hiding herself as you are, and although her bedsiders don't discover the truth, it doesn't prevent others from discovering her An angel of death. By the way, I wasn't the only one who discovered it, Orion Hunter discovered it too."

"So you're more sure I'm a Sunday gardener, because, of course, a serial killer mother should have a serial killer child, as most profilers think." Albarino nodded.

"It's still too narrow to say, generally we think that many people commit crimes because of their unfortunate childhood experiences, but you're not. : Although your mother is a serial killer, she didn't educate you as a serial killer, you never witnessed her crime scene, never helped her dispose of her body, and she never taught you the pleasure and skills of killing." Erga narrated in a gentle voice, sounding like a teacher giving a lecture to students, "Is it because your family of origin made you what you are now? Actually not, your family of origin looks even bigger than Hess on the surface. Tal's family is much more normal - I did look carefully at why you're what you are today."

Albarino stared at her, and he asked with interest: "What is your conclusion?"

"The things flowing in your blood are called genes by modern science;" Olga replied solemnly, "and, I guess, 'perceptions about death'."

She paused meaningfully.

"—that's what you learned from Shana Bacchus."

Albarino sighed, and instead of discussing the issue further, he said, "So, are you satisfied with the conclusions you have reached?"

When he said this, he didn't look at Olga's face, but looked down at the knife in his hand with a cold glow. Ordinary people would be horrified to stand in front of such a serial killer with a murder weapon, but Olga was obviously not included in the "normal people".

So she snorted clearly in dissatisfaction.

"You sound like you're asking me if I'm satisfied enough that I don't mind going to Huáng Spring." She said in a sarcastic tone, "By the way, I still mind going to Huáng Spring now."

"Should I let you get out of this room alive?" Albarino asked rhetorically, "Olga, you shouldn't be here. Your best option is to pretend you don't know the truth so that you don't As for putting me and you in a difficult situation to decide."

Of course Olga knew what he meant: Albarino, as a Sunday gardener, didn't seem right to let a former FBI agent leave his cabin alive; The moment Albarino's true identity is known, it means that most of the world won't understand what she's doing - like Bart Hardy.

"But I will always know the truth of the matter." Olga replied arrogantly: there is no doubt that a human being of flesh and blood is too arrogant to say such a thing, and Albarino is very clear that Austria This arrogance of Erga seems to be innate. "So I also know that of course I can go back alive. In fact, you and I both know that you can't kill me."

"What gives you this confidence? Because I know you're not going to tell me?" Albarino asked rhetorically. "Because, as you say, the camera is supposed to be like a fly on the wall?"

Olga shook his head: "This is just one, the second is that there is no location for my corpse in your plan for the time being - looking back in time, you only have the case left to show Sharpe. Haven't done it yet, and the subject of that case is McCard, right?"

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