Wine and Gun

Thirteen knives - Albarino thought casually.

The bold bold headline reads: "Westland pianist commits qiángjian case! Victim suspected to be chief forensic officer? 》

Note:

[1] 3.7 acres is almost 14,000 square meters.

[2] About the knot:

We call people knot ↓

Fisherman's knot↓

Chapter 34 Snake 02

Herstal Amalet was trying to squeeze through the crowd, a move that became especially difficult with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. A group of reporters and photographers were still squatting at the entrance of the hospital, ready to rush up to take pictures of their targets.

After the "Westland Daily News" released the report, I felt that the Internet and the citizens went crazy together: the case investigator, the Westland pianist, and the qiángjian case, when these three words are linked together, they are enough to construct a An internet carnival.

Of course the WLPD had to hold a press conference, and Olga Molozze was pushed up to answer a reporter's question and said a bunch of nonsense about "the pianist attacked a forensic doctor because the forensic doctor destroyed his work" , read every word with a "I'm just a ruthless manuscript-reading machine" tone.

So, of course, everything that happened in the previous few days can be used to explain what kind of blood the eyeing reporters behind Herstal want to get from this story to nourish their readers. Herstal finally walked to the hospital service desk and said who he was going to visit. After that, his documents were checked twice by the surprised staff, and his back was stared at by reporters outside the glass door.

——In stark contrast to all the staff who are facing the enemy, it is Albarino Bacchus himself.

When Herstal walked into Albarino's single ward, the other party was lying comfortably on the bed watching TV, with an expression of bitterness and hatred on his face that should have been pretended.

In fact, in all fairness, both of them had "fighted" with serial killers on the front and back heels, and both had a few stitch wounds on their bodies; Albarino was injured more, but most of the stab wounds were negligible. He has been hospitalized for three days so far, entirely because the police are worried that he will be eaten alive by reporters.

-- and, apparently, a sexual assault victim needs more spiritual support in the public eye, which is probably the main reason he's surrounded by fruit baskets and greeting cards.

With Herstal appearing, Albarino's attention was temporarily taken away from the TV. He looked at Herstal with a bright smile and said:

"That bunch of flowers in your hand is really ugly."

——Herstal really wanted to smash the bouquet in his hand directly on his skull.

A replay of the police station's press conference was on the TV, and the content of the conference successfully contained Herstal's murderous urge: Olga's voice flowed through the house calmly and discreetly.

"Like the Sunday gardener, the Westland pianist sees his victims as the work he presents to the public..."

Herstal silently knocked on the door with the toe of his shoe, with a slight click as the door closed, enough to remind others that he was coming. A police officer with a gun was guarding the door, but the ward was expensive, and the soundproofing was probably good, so Albarino looked at him with a meaningful smile.

"...he does get a sense of pleasure from torturing his victims, but assaulting them is not a direct way for him to gain pleasure. What he did in this case was not for pleasure, but for a certain A figurative expression: he despised us, annoyed that we had spoiled the work he presented, and he imposed upon us the same 'sin' as he punished sinners..."

It really makes sense, if it wasn't for Herstal who did this, he would have believed it.

"Is this Olga's profile?" Herstal asked.

"No, as far as I know, it was the profile made by Agent Lavasa McCard." Albarino replied with a languid smile, "Olga attended the press conference in his place to avoid the press conference. WLPD was questioned because of some procedural issues."

Detective McCard, who came to the FBI Herstal in Westland for the killer Qiángni's case, had only seen him once before, the night he was "rescued" by the police from the killer Qiángni's hands. Hong glanced. This profiler seems to be very well-known in the industry and has a strong case-handling ability, and it is surprising that he did not intervene in the investigation of serial killers in Westland many years ago.

But then again, this profile he made—

"As we dismantled his work, he tortured the victims of this case, assaulted them in a way that he himself disdained, and proudly displayed them in front of us in order to make fun of us— - This is the only reason why he did not kill the victim. Because only in this way, this work will not decay, will not turn into dust, and cannot be destroyed by us; only in this way, one day the victim is alive, we will all recall this shame rǔ day."

Now Albarino looked at Herstal with a smile, as if the television were mocking him.

"Procedural issues..." Herstal murmured, "If the police department formally invited the FBI to intervene in this case, there would not be so many procedural issues."

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