Wine and Gun

"Do you suspect that his disappearance has something to do with me?" Elliot's eyes drifted to Albarino's other shoulder again, "I don't even know him."

"Routinely, you know, we have to ask a lot of people." Albarino smiled reassuringly, "We learned from your boss that you happened to be off duty yesterday morning."

"...I just took a break yesterday, and I rested at home all morning, no one else was there." Elliot replied defensively, his mouth tightened, "I ordered takeout after twelve o'clock, do you want to see the receipt? ?"

"Excuse me, if you can." McArd nodded, and then he looked at each other sharply, even if Elliott didn't make eye contact with him, he couldn't help but wince, "If I may ask, you hand?"

One of Elliott's hands was bandaged, and there were bloodstains oozing from under the scribbled bandage. Hearing McCard's words, his hand shrank back involuntarily, and then he replied in a low voice, "It was scratched while picking up something on the shelf the other day."

He stretched out his hand and pointed vaguely. McCard raised his head and saw that the shelf that was nailed to the wall was because of rough workmanship and a long nail was poking out. Because the light was dim, it was impossible to tell whether there was blood on it.

It was at this time that Albarino suddenly said with an embarrassed smile: "Sorry, can I use your bathroom, Elliot?"

The other two looked at him, and Albarino shrugged with an apologetic smile: "It's been a long vacation, and I guess my stomach doesn't quite get used to WLPD's coffee."

The apartment Elliott rented was slender and strangely structured. As soon as he entered the door, there was a short porch facing a white wall. It seemed that he had to go to the end of the porch and then turn right to enter the rest of the house. Rather, they were standing at the door with Elliott now, and they couldn't see anything beyond this porch. The two of them didn't have a search warrant. If Elliott didn't invite them in, no one could go in.

Elliott was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "Turn right, the bathroom is in the innermost corner of the house; be careful, the light inside is broken, it's very dark."

Albariño nodded, almost with a grateful expression, and McArd noticed that the forensic doctor gave him a quick glance and then a meaningful right eye wink before walking towards the end of the porch.

One day—probably after Albarino spit on him about the forensic bureau for the third time in the name of inviting him to dinner—Elliott finally couldn't help but Google each other.

He was really curious about this man: even on vacation, it was unbelievable that a forensic doctor would be friends with a convenience store clerk on the corner. However, Albarino did not seem to despise him, and when he smiled at people, his expression was sweet.

Elliott quickly realized that he was right to turn to Google: During the Bob Langdon case, there was a lot of news about Dr. Bacchus on the Internet, especially a website called "Westland Criminal Secrets Network", In addition to introducing the case that Albarino did not actually commit, the article inside even described the doctor's rich love history vividly.

And in the last part of the article, readers are updated with the latest developments in the case - at that time Albarino's pretrial hearing was just about to begin.

The website reads:

“The most surprising thing is that Dr. Bacchus chose the notorious lawyer Herstal Armalet to defend him. The lawyer is known for his extraordinary ability to put all kinds of Criminals—murderers, gangsters, criminals, felons one can think of—are rescued from the judge's gavel and the prison bars.

"This lawyer, who has no criminal record himself, is surprisingly passionate about all criminals (perhaps about what they're willing to pay).

"An unnamed police source even scathingly called him the 'whole Victorian' last year, when Mr Amarette rescued Carl Swain from one charge of first-degree murder and one Stellan is the guy who knows criminals best'.

"Why Dr. Bacchus is willing to ask this lawyer to defend him has also caused a lot of discussion. Could it be that Dr. Bacchus has already decided in his heart that he is guilty? He believed that he had brutally killed the beautiful Sarah Aardman. , so that you must have a lawyer who is best at defending felons by your side?"

At the bottom of the article, a news photo was attached: It was taken secretly by Herstal Armalite when he walked out of the Westland City Police Station. It was a tall middle-aged man with blond hair and a pair of With sharp blue eyes, he speaks of an arrogance that can be detected by others without words.

— Elliott stared at the photo, and at last reached out and touched the faces of the faces on the screen.

Albariño walked so lightly that it was almost silent.

He briefly inspected Elliott's house, not expecting to find anything in sight - at the end of the porch, turning right and facing a small living room, at the end of which there was a smaller kitchen and The bathroom is really small and complete. The cooktop in the kitchen was covered in a dark, greasy layer, apparently no one had cooked for a long time, and the trash cans were stuffed with takeaway boxes. Elliott's bedroom was smaller, and after stuffing it into a marching room, he couldn't put anything in it. The overall light in the room was dark, which made people feel depressed when they looked at it.

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