Wine and Gun

Hardy was in the hospital, and the case was transferred to other police officers. These busy people didn't even think to contact Olga in the first place, or she finally found WLPD with a letter from a suspected Westland pianist. - But anyway, they're all here now.

Bates stared at the corpses and said slowly, "I can't say I'm particularly surprised by what's going on... I almost realized this was going to happen when Armalette escaped and Slade disappeared. . But what about the other dead? Didn't the police department conclude that those disappearances belonged to the Westland pianist's crazy admirer?"

"It seems that this is a wrong conclusion now," Olga shrugged. "Although there is no direct evidence, even if we look at the scene of this crime, we can infer—"

"It's the Sunday Gardener," Bates whispered, as if spitting out the answer itself made him feel bitter, "and Albarino is not dead."

"This is the most logical guess." Olga snorted, and her eyes swept over the forensic field investigators, including the newly appointed chief forensic officer of the Forensic Medicine Bureau and Tommy, who was pale. , apparently just vomited. "Of course, I'm afraid no one will know the truth for a while."

Bates understands what she means, there is a good chance that the WLPD will not release this "truth" at all, which is too appalling and a horrific scandal for the judicial system. Moreover, they have no evidence that Albariño is still alive, nor that Herstal is a pianist, and that Albariño is a gardener is even more speculative—some conspiracy theories related to it will be like yīn The cloud generally hangs over anyone who is interested in it, but in any case, they will eventually forget.

Because this is the cruel truth: outside of self-interest, almost no one can sincerely mourn for others; as long as it is not their own relatives or friends who died, people will eventually forget these killers. When they talk about Jack the Ripper, about the Zodiac, and about the Westland pianist, the starting point is curious; the murderer's motives may be extremely twisted and his methods extremely cruel, but the most important thing in history has always been, "He was never caught".

"...He killed Agent McCard." After a moment, Bates whispered.

Agent McCard's corpse is the only intact body of all the dead, and aside from those horrific restraint wounds, he was strangled neatly by gān: although that doesn't hide the pain of any kind of death. fact. Now he is also lying among those blue flowers, just like every person whose soul leaves the body.

"Is your focus on 'how could Albarino kill' or 'how could McCard die'?" Olga asked rhetorically, "If it's the former, I'm not surprised that he would, if needed. Killing any of us. If it's the latter... for some, it's a truly heart-wrenching loss."

Bates tilted his head and looked at Olga: "This is how you think about things?"

"That's how I think about things," Olga replied.

It was at this time that there was a noise behind them like ripples. When Bates turned back, he couldn't help but let out a small exclamation: Bart Hardy appeared behind them, his face was no different than the day before. Olga was much better when he went to the hospital to see him, he was in a wheelchair, wrapped thickly, and the wheelchair was being pushed by Alexander.

"How can you come here!" Olga heard Bates shouting reproachfully, "You should still be resting in the hospital now!"

"Bates, this is my case after all." Hardy smiled palely. "At least let me see how it ends."

"The end"—he used the word. Although no one has really spoken out about the imminent conclusion, everyone knows this fact in their hearts. It must be Amarette who killed Slade. Although many victims of Sequoia Manor have motives, only Amarette has both motivation and ability. He's a fugitive now and can't find a place anywhere, especially in Westerland, who is hunting him down. As long as he's still a little sane, he should leave this place.

Countless police officers blocking the roads out of the city did not find him, and countless pairs of eyes at the exit gate did not find him, and he either ended up in the French Open or escaped - it is unlikely that the Westland pianist will be in Westland again. committed a crime.

And Officer Bart Hardy has not solved a series of cases related to the pianist from beginning to end. Perhaps the moment when the police chief who disliked him wants him to bear all the blame. He was injured on a mission to prevent Armalite from escaping, and may receive a reward for his bravery, and then he may have to leave the post.

Olga Molozze looked at everything.

At this moment, Hardy raised his head, and his eyes passed over the terrifying corpses and strange flowers, just as he had watched these crime scenes countless times before.

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