Wine and Gun

"It's very likely that it was the same murderer as Sarah Aardman's case, but since it's not the first scene, the body may have been thrown across from the police station." Hardy mused, "Perhaps it was because of the news reports. The news that we had arrested you as a suspect aroused the dissatisfaction of the real murderer - to provoke us with this abandoned corpse because we were dissatisfied with the fact that we attributed his merits to others?"

Albarino winked at him happily: "Or maybe he's a copycat who imitates my methods because he admires me so much, just to exonerate me."

"Albarino!" Hardy snapped. He was silent for a few seconds, and then said slowly: "...but anyway, that bunch of mint grass can't explain, if it was the same murderer, why did the last dead person have mint grass but this one didn't? He Is your signature changing?"

Albarino glanced at his mouth, and it was obvious that he couldn't explain it to Hardy anyway, that his current lawyer had blamed a murder on him for the "Minta" metaphor, and put a corpse on him. Bunch of mint - he knew that as long as he put down that bunch of mint, Albarino would know it was his.

As Herstal said, he decided to join the game.

Even though Albarino had a thousand words, he could only hold it in his heart. They were silent, facing the corpse in front of them as if they were worshiping the altar. At the same time, a survey vehicle turned onto the road and stopped silently beside them, and Bates jumped out of the passenger seat.

He looked almost like Fidipitz, who delivered the news of victory to the Athenians at the Battle of Marathon. Although his expression was still restrained, he was clearly in a relaxed mood. As he trotted toward them, he raised his voice and said, "It's a canine!"

Officer Hardy said dully: "...Huh?"

"The bone remains in the shed behind my house are from a canine." Albarino said patiently, apparently no accident, his eyes still stayed on the devastated face of the corpse, "Actually Strictly speaking, it is a suburban láng. I killed it about half a month ago, skinned it and burned the rest, otherwise its companions and birds would always smell the smell and probe around my house. ."

Hardy looked at him blankly.

"What? You didn't know that there was a shotgun in my house—" Albarino said innocently.

"No, that's not the point at all! The point is why did you burn a pile of suburban bones in the backyard, and then didn't tell us it was a suburban bone after the CSI saw it?!" Hardy accused in a broken way, God knows that pile of bones appeared what he was terrified of.

"Anyway, if I say it or not, you will all test what kind of bone it is, isn't it? It's a program." Albarino showed a big smile, how to look at it, "Wouldn't it be better to surprise you? "

Clearly, Hardy didn't like Albarino's surprise at all, and if he wasn't a suspect right now, Hardy would probably be tempted to kick his ass. The police officer stood there and gritted his teeth for a long time, then turned back to the police officer behind him and said, "Take him back to me."

Albarino stuck his tongue out at them.

In fact, Hardy finally gave Albarino a small stove because he was too kind and eager to solve the case: in the morning, when Hardy had finished processing the batches of trace inspectors and forensic field investigators at the crime scene outside the door , After the reporters were removed and the blockade was removed, everyone crowded into Albarino's cell together.

It was a compromise, Albarino was technically handcuffed when he got out of the cell, and the few others probably wouldn't want to watch him dangling in front of them in handcuffs.

Present was the usual combination of brainstorming bào among Hardy's homicide squad: Albarino, Bates and Olga. The last one came reluctantly, apparently because of Albarino, she hadn't slept even this weekend.

She must hate murderers who commit crimes on weekends, including Sunday gardeners. Thinking of this, Albarino couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for her.

"Do criminal suspects have to work so hard to discuss the case? No one even pays me," Albarino pointed out.

No one pays attention to him. He deserves it.

"No fingerprints, no bloodstains other than the victim's; and although the deceased's fingernails were apparently broken while she was struggling, there was no bloodstain or the murderer's dander between the fingers." Bates After reporting the report, he sighed as he spoke, "It's all because the weather is already cold, and it probably won't be so unlucky in summer."

"But now this model has explained a lot, let's boldly assume that the two cases are the work of the same murderer." Olga said, she reached out and nodded and was thrown on Albarino's bed by Hardy Several photos of the deceased: "It's easy to see that they were of the same age, they were all dark-haired, and they were all wearing red clothes when they were killed."

"If the two cases were done by the same person, they should be looking for the target according to the same set of rules." Bates said slowly.

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