Wine and Gun

"The murderer knocked down his target with a stun gun and tied his victim the entire time during the imprisonment, so he shouldn't be able to easily subdue a man of the victim's size - so he's probably not as strong or stronger than him. The victim is too tall." McCard nodded, "I understand. But, you think he's young and introverted?"

"Didn't you find it? His pleasure comes from his desire to control: the person among the dead who is most likely to bend to suit him has lived the longest, and collapse, crying and fierce resistance are likely to cause his madness." Orr Jia's eyes were bright, and he didn't intend to hide his enthusiasm, it looked quite terrifying, "The twisted psychology, the rebound after being hit hard-the deceased were at least middle-class, well-dressed, and socially elegant, and then the deceased was imprisoned and sexually active. They invaded them. Judging from the restraint wounds on the hands of the deceased, they may have been tied back the whole time, but the murderer did not starve them, so they could only get food from the killer Qiángni."

She paused and smiled.

"Isn't that obvious, McArd? He was happy with the obedience and demands of the other, when those who were supposed to be older, older, better than him were powerless and had to rely on him. They can only open their bodies to him for the moment when his desires are finally satisfied."

About three hours later, Hardy was back at the office again, and the two people who were sitting there waiting for him were almost asleep: the consequence of staying up late. Olga dozed sleepily against Albarino's shoulder, her hair matted on his shoulder.

While Albarino was still barely awake, he raised his head tiredly, but still smiled.

He lip-mouthed "how" to Hardy.

"We screened a group of suspects based on the new profiles," Hardy replied. "Thanks to the forensic time of death that can be used to calculate the driving distance, we can at least reduce the scope a bit."

He handed a stack of documents to Albarino, about a dozen or so. Albarino knew in his heart that this was a remarkable achievement: people who lived briefly in the city were too difficult to find, and some people who were part-time workers could not meet the tax standard at all; now these screened suspects are likely to be It was found by looking for a needle in a haystack by checking credit card records. After all, if you frequently travel between several cities, your consumption records should be quite distinctive.

But they still can't do anything about people who pay in cash, and maybe it's so unfortunate that they'll just pass the suspect through.

"We're going to visit these people first, and we can't test DNA without an arrest warrant. We just hope that we can find some clues during the interrogation process." Hardy whispered, being careful not to wake Olga. " The two of you are not needed here for the time being, you can go back to rest first—"

At this time, Albarino, who was looking down at the information, suddenly gave a short "Ah".

Hardy asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Albarino pulls out a photo to show Hardy: a young man with his head half bowed, eyes evading the camera, pale, discreet, dark hair almost covering half of his face.

"I know this person." Albarino said with a frown.

The information page behind the photo was fixed with a paper clip, and the person's name was marked: Elliot Evans.

Note:

[1] Keep Calm and Love Colin Firth:

Stem from the British war poster "Keep Calm and Carry On" during World War II.

Chapter 26 Rain Rain Go Away 05

Elliott Evans met the man while working at a convenience store.

From a popular aesthetic point of view, the man could be said to be very handsome - tall, with beautiful chestnut-colored curly hair, honey-colored skin, and looked like a movie star.

And unfortunately, they didn't meet in front of the convenience store's counter with dignity at all: Elliott slammed into each other at the back door of the convenience store, all because the other party was caught off guard and rushed out of the corner, causing Elliot Te did not see each other. As a consequence of this mistake, the plastic case in Elliott's hand slammed to the ground, glass bottles of beer burst under their feet, and the bitter liquid wetted everyone's ankles.

They stood between the broken glass, Elliott was completely stunned, and the next second things immediately got worse: Elliott's boss rushed out of the warehouse like a nimble shòu, spitting at him. A string of accusations—actually, he can't blame his boss for thinking that way. Elliot will always keep his head down when he lives, his hair will almost cover his eyes, and he is taciturn. It's not that the store is too short of manpower now, and the other party will definitely not hire him.

"Please don't say that, it's not his fault at all." The person who bumped into him before said to Elliott's boss in a light tone, "I'm afraid I'm walking too fast and didn't look at the road at all— Of course I'll pay, how much are these broken beers worth?"

Elliott was certain that the stack of bills the man had stuffed his boss with was far more than the twenty-four bottles of beer that had been smashed to pieces. It seemed satisfying anyway, and his boss retreated contentedly back to his domain, like a snake hiding in the sand hunting its prey.

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