Wine and Gun

I don't know how to describe it, I don't want to talk to him about these two serial killers just like most people don't want to talk to their parents about their nightlife, anyway you know they can't appreciate your nightlife; there are thousands of people in this world Man, the last thing I want to talk to McCard about is these two serial killers.

I hope one's stance on Sunday gardeners and Westland pianists is at least - "Ah, I don't really like Jackson Pollock, but he's a master of modern painting". But if McCard was put into this metaphor, he would not only curse Jackson Pollock loudly, but jump up and splash paint on the artist's gravestone.

But McCard just blocked the door so frankly, like a brokenhearted lover in the bào rain. In the end, I had no choice but to come to his room, and he immediately swaggered into my living room, laying a string of document bags lined up on the table, most of which I should not have permission to read.

"You must be aware," he said bluntly, "that some strange things have happened these past few months."

"Are you referring to the unusual climate caused by global warming? It's definitely been a little too rainy this fall," I asked him, and he gave me an unexpected look.

McCard stated in that reporting tone: "On September 14, the Westland pianist killed a mob boss named Richard Norman; then on the following Sunday, September On the 18th, the Sunday Gardener killed his brother Thomas Norman - note that both of the dead were Armalite's clients; next on the 25th of September, a decoration appeared on the Armalite table. Skull with flowers, WLPD believes it was made by a Sunday gardener, and the deceased was confirmed to be one of Richard Norman's men; finally, on October 17, Dr. Bacchus was falsely imprisoned, and the real murderer was arrested. The pianist Stellan was killed, and Armalette was the defender of Dr. Bacchus."

"I'm glad you can help me recap so succinctly what's been going on around me these past two months," I said, "and then what?"

McArd stared at me like a magician trying to get a rabbit out of a top hat, I'm not exaggerating at all. "I suspect Albarino Bacchus is a serial killer," he said with particular seriousness.

I glared at him: "What steps did you omit before reaching this conclusion?"

"You know that the rhythm of the gardener and the pianist is almost the same for three months. The gardener's speed has increased slightly in recent years, but the current situation is too abnormal." McCard said, "In more than a month, , two of them killed four people!"

"We thought they were testing each other, like some kind of minuet: demure, graceful, strictly symmetrical—" I really didn't think I could lift my brows tonight, "given that the two of them were in the same city. Having co-existed for so long, I think it's going to happen sooner or later."

"These four victims are more or less related to Herstal Armalite!" he quipped.

"Yeah, maybe two serial killers are in a murder contest against one of the city's most famous gang lawyers, which is pretty much the pianist's standard; and you know, the gardener doesn't pick victims at all." I can only spread my hand at him, although this gesture may not be able to heal anything, "This is why Bart really wanted to apply for a protection plan for Herstal before. If you really care about it, you might as well promote it-- "

"No, that's not all, I found something else today," McCard said bluntly, and then he grabbed the file bag closest to his left hand and dumped its contents on my desk. Luckily I snatched the coffee mug from the table, or McCard would have shaken all the dust in the bag.

He pushed a picture in front of me. The picture was of the end of a rough rope. Most of the end of the rope was sanded, and only the remaining strands were cut off by a sharp weapon.

"This was found by CSI in the basement of Killer Qiángni. Elliot Evans used this rope to tie Amarette's hand." McArd said with a sullen face, "According to Amarette's confession, He stole the knife from the jacket where Evans fell on the pad, and cut the rope with that knife."

"But most of the rope ends were broken by something rougher, are you trying to say that?" I asked back, "but there is also a possibility: the rope was originally like this, because obviously Evans has a spirit Sickness, we can't expect him to tie his victim with a perfect rope. And even if part of the rope was frayed earlier, the remaining strands were strong enough to tie the victim."

McCard sighed: "I went with Dr. Bucks to ask Evans, and he brought me back the bloody piece of porcelain. I've always been curious, and the sturdily tied How did Marette rub the blood on the tile?"

"Hestal took the notes, did you ask him?" I asked. Later, when I took notes, I was always with Al.

"I asked, he said he hit the glass on the floor when he was trying to drink water, and then Elliott Evans cleaned up the tiles." McCard said, "The best guess I can think of right now is that , he deliberately smashed the cup to cut the rope, and then cut his hand on the tile."

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