Wine and Gun

Of course, from the perspective of Albarino's personal feelings: he thinks this pianist is at best second, because you can't just torture the living just because some killers like to torture the living and some like to dismember the dead. Human killers are more perverted than corpse killers, right?

Hardy obviously had no way of knowing that Albarino had a secret list of serial killers in his heart, and the officer had a sad face, his hair seemed to grow whiter every second because of these bloody serial killers, he told Albarino. : "I worked overtime in the bureau until the early morning today, and before I got off work, I found that the pianist had mixed a letter into my email."

That's right, "Westland pianist" is a mental illness who likes to send a letter to the police station after committing a crime to inform the police of the location of the crime. This is really a kind of blind and inflated self-confidence, but even if In this way, the person is still never caught.

Albariño can easily imagine how their respected police officer jumped out of his office chair after receiving the saucy handwritten letter, then cursed and called everyone of.

Westland pianists will send letters to the police. It is well known that since the serial killer started, they have received many letters from imitators or admirers who claim to be the killer, but because the piano The teacher's handwriting was never made public, and Hardy must have recognized his distinctive handwriting at a glance.

Every letter from the pianist was reliable, and they could definitely find the body at the location he indicated, and in that regard, these police officers might have a sarcastic confidence in the serial killer. Albarino looked at the faint darkness between the trees, and occasionally saw the blue protective suits of the trace inspectors and the beams of flashlights flashing past.

"Have you found anything?" Albarino asked, looking at the darkness with interest.

"It's the same old way. There's a group of people in the bureau trying to find out how he sent that letter, although I suspect it's unlikely." Hardy replied wearily, the pianist There are three or four crimes every year. This kind of scene has been staged every year since Albarino began to work. Anyway, there has never been a really useful mailing address. "And the corpse inside... is beyond recognition. The laboratory is comparing DNA, and it will soon be known who he is."

The pianist is really sweet and sweet: each of his victims has a criminal record, so it's easy to identify the victim. This is not like the "Sunday Gardener", another well-known pervert murderer in Westland, who has been killed by several of the gardener's victims until now.

Thinking of this, Albarino showed a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth:

Seriously, what's the point of that? Is it better to kill the guilty than the innocent? Please, you are already a perverted murderer! Choosing to kill criminals who do not deserve the punishment is nothing more than feeling that one is above law enforcement agencies and the law, and seeing oneself as an all-knowing and all-powerful punisher. Albarino could probably understand the reason for this behavior, but he just thought it was a kind of boring arrogance.

Officer Hardy didn't see the icy smile on his lips, and the chat should be over—for with the noise of another car coming down the shoulder of the main road, with the wheels rolling over the rotting dirt and leaves. Voice, the police advisor Olga Molozze arrived.

As far as Albarino is aware, Hardy has never spoken to the FBI for some very complicated reasons, although the two serial killers in Westland are clearly so bad that the police department can handle even if it's not a cross-state case. The extent to which the FBI is invited to take action. Anyway, the Westland Police Department didn't go to the FBI's Behavior Analysis Department to profile the criminal, but they had Olga:

Olga Molozze started serving as a police consultant about three years ago. She used to be a member of the behavioral analysis unit, but she quit her job at the FBI for some reason and came to teach at Westland State University. . She's an extraordinarily hot brunette with a good face, and from certain angles she even looks a bit like Alicia Vikander.

Hardy was obviously impatient. As soon as Olga got out of the car and slid through the soft fallen leaves, Hardy had already pulled up the blockade and motioned them to get under there quickly. Olga didn't forget to give Albarino a smile while trotting all the way: "Hi Al, how many hours did you sleep at night?"

No one wanted to point out that Olga seemed to be wearing a silk pajamas under her trench coat. She was probably called from the chat by Hardy. And Albarino smiled back at her: "I didn't sleep, I had a lot of arrangements at night."

The only one who actually worked late into the night snorted, and Hardy led them through the woods, already seeing the CSI at work. Hardy apparently had no intention of continuing their chat, but said directly: "This wood is the orchard of a nearby farm. Although these trees are not growing very well, they are indeed fruit trees."

This time Albarino took a closer look at the leaves. There was no fruit on the tree, and it had probably been picked, but he still recognized it: "Is it an apple tree?"

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