Wine and Gun

Hardy gave him a sharp look, clearly realizing something.

The forensic field investigator was obviously still at a loss, and Albarino explained to him patiently: "Look, the current situation is very likely that after the murderer killed the deceased, he stuffed the deceased in the trunk or box; The corpse of his whole body should have been formed again after being destroyed once, so the murderer may have thrown the corpse three or four hours after he was put into a small space-when he threw the corpse, the corpse of the corpse was thrown away. Even if the stiffness did not spread to the whole body, it probably spread to the lower back; the victim kept his arms folded and curled up in a small space, his arms and shoulders were stiff. Then, what did the murderer do?"

The on-site inspector blinked and said in the same tone of elementary school students answering questions: "Uh, the murderer destroyed most of the corpses, in order to lay the victim flat—"

"Yes!" Albarino snapped his fingers, his tone was very happy, "Why did he play with the dead like this? If, as Bart first guessed, the gang threw the corpse, then why bother to destroy the already rigid joints, just to make the corpse lie flat on the ground?"

"You mean..." Hardy thought for a moment, it's not uncommon for the police, "This murderer has feelings for the deceased?"

Albarino nodded: "It is very likely that although the murderer threw the dead body in such a wilderness, he took great pains to put the body into a position where he could lie down decently, and even more so. Needless to say……"

He stretched out his hand and gestured towards the dead man's pale face.

"The murderer cut the throat of the deceased, and you all know what the face of the deceased should look like after the arterial blood spewed out like this." Albarino said, "The face of the deceased was very clean, there was no blood at all, since the murderer should have been there yesterday. The body was thrown away after the late rain stopped, and I think I can suspect that the murderer wiped the blood on the deceased's face."

Such a conclusion is undoubtedly shocking: if the identity of the deceased can be determined, and then the purposeful investigation of people who are close to him but also have conflicts, the scope can naturally be narrowed a lot.

Hardy thought about this idea for a while, and a new idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

His brows furrowed: "...but there may be a possibility."

Albarino looked at him in confusion.

"Al, do these elements sound familiar to you?" Hardy said, staring at the corpse's face, and the more he thought about it, the more it felt wrong, "Handsome blond male, between thirty-five and forty-five, dead Yu cut the throat, the body was abandoned in the wilderness one night after the rain—?”

"Ah." Albarino let out a low breath.

At this time, even the young forensic field investigator reacted, and he whispered, "Officer Hardy, do you suspect that this is the victim of the 'killer Qiángni'?"

"Killer Qiáng Ni", a serial killer who has been running around the Great Lakes in recent years, the killer's victims are all handsome middle-aged blond men; the killer Qiáng Ni will kidnap and imprison his victims for a period of time, some investigations shows that the killer will provide the victims with good care while they are in captivity - but will also violate them - and then dump the victim's body in a remote outskirts.

"Killer Qiángni" was originally the name given by the media in St. Lawrence, apparently because of the nursery rhyme "Rain rain go awaye again another day, little Jonhy wants to play", the media may feel that serial killers and nursery rhymes are connected It's funny and eye-catching together, quite Agatha Christie's style.

Obviously, if Officer Hardy was not mistaken, Xiao Qiángni went to Westland City to play after the rain. Albarino looked at Hardy sympathetically, feeling the yīn on his face sank.

After all, Westland already has two unaccounted serial killers, and they really don't need more serial killers.

"Okay," so Hardy nodded to the forensic field investigator, "bring this corpse back to the forensic medical bureau, I hope the on-site investigation report can be completed as soon as possible, and try to have the forensic doctor dissect the corpse as soon as possible: if the corpse is on the Found restraint wounds and traces of sexual assault from incarceration...we'll probably have to contact the FBI."

Albarino stood up from the corpse, his legs were slightly numb because he squatted for too long, and he suddenly wanted to smile.

The sky was a blazing blue, but it was clear that the next autumn rain was coming soon.

Hestal visited a client in the afternoon. It was late when he returned to the law firm and parked in a nearby parking lot. Under the dim streetlights, he always felt a piercing gaze. on his spine.

He is familiar with such eyes, which often means stalkers: a gangster boy who is not sure if he is in the right position, a reporter who wants to dig out the news, a WLPD policeman who does not know what case he is investigating, and a law firm intern who secretly promises. He doesn't care too much, he has too many things to deal with every day, so he won't be distracted by an indifferent gaze.

The real distraction was in his office—Albarino Bacchus showed up in his office with his glass food box, pompous as if someone had invited them in.

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