Wine and Gun

[2] "Beauty is hard."

—Plato, Hippias the Great.

Chapter 44 Dionysus in the Tomb 02

He knelt on the deck that was wet with water droplets at the bow, watching the body slowly sink to the depths of the water, the red skirt fabrics tumbled underwater like mist, like overflowing blood. He stared at the green eyes and smiling lips, and a string of tiny bubbles emerged from the corners of her mouth, transparent and easy, flying higher.

——It was like Ophelia, like the nymphs in the water, the Kerina standing on the sand in Frederic Leighton’s writings.

It was a summer morning when the calm lake surface was plated with a golden brilliance, scattered like broken gold leaf on the water surface; Layers of rose-colored clouds.

Her lips moved silently, and it must have been a farewell before she was buried in deep water.

And on such a morning, in the bitterness of the water vapor, something was being forged.

In the grave where a young nun was to be buried, a figure of Suki, carved from snow-white marble, was taken out on a pink morning.

Herstal sat on a chair in the corner, watching Albarino kneeling beside the corpse, holding a knife in his hand, his posture straight and straight.

Next to his leg was a leather tool bag, of the kind that nineteenth-century doctors would have preferred, neatly stocked with scalpels and other types of knives, bone saws, hemostats, and a few more Starr is also a tool that doesn't have a name and doesn't appear to be in the hands of any doctor.

These things all shone with a layer of cold light under the light, like the snow in the woods outside. The layer of silver mist that lingered on it was called death.

"I'm going to take this Mr. Sharp's bones out of the flesh," Albarino announced briskly as he looked at the body, "at least from the head to the waist or so, in my estimation, the legs and lower abdomen can be preserved. some of the skin, with only the bones remaining."

"Sounds like a lot of work, I thought there wasn't much time," Herstal pointed out quite reasonably, and he couldn't help frowning as he listened to Albarino's description.

"It's not a lot of time. Not to mention that if the plan is to leave only his bones, the skeleton will have to be fixed with iron wires. I guess I can only fix the iron wires on the outside of the bones. Now the time left should not be enough. It wears from the inside." Albarino smiled, although he said so, but his body language was relaxed, and he didn't look anxious, "but there is no way - I want to remove the traces of the pianist from this It's not an easy thing to wipe clean in a case."

He tapped Sharp's neck with the knife in his hand, where he could see a deep ditch formed by the strings of the piano, which was grayish in color, surrounded by spots of broken skin and bruises.

"Dark leathery discoloration and subcutaneous hemorrhages from the scratches on the piano strings," he said slowly, "and hemorrhages from the deep muscle layers, not to mention the bruises at the base of the tongue and the tonsils. Parts are removed to cover up that he was strangled."

Albarino deftly pressed the blade against Sharp's skin and cut down the dark streak. As the blade cut deep into the muscle, dark red blood slowly dripped down the incision.

"Also, since the laceration is on the upper side, I have reason to guess that his hyoid bone is broken," Albarino gestured with his free hand, "I think, only after removing all the tissue , When only one skull was left, an experienced forensic doctor would not have noticed that the murderer had taken the tongue and cartilage of the deceased, would it?"

Herstal seized the key words, saying: "'Experienced forensic doctor'... You are not in charge of this case?"

Albarino's knife must have hit the cervical vertebra of the deceased. He pursed his lips and clamped the blade on the bone somewhere, and then he did not know how to make a clever move, twisting it in his hand, Herstal only heard The bones cracked with a crisp crack.

Then Albarino laughed: "Not sure, after all, I'm still on vacation. The forensic chief may send me back after the case, or another forensic doctor to deal with it - but it's better to do things perfectly, I don't want to lie at the dissection table: I still have a bit of a work ethic."

Herstal snorted coldly.

So the way he doesn't lie is obviously to dispose of the body to the point where he can't tell the exact cause of death. Herstal raised his eyebrows, resisting a sarcasm that almost blurted out, and then he asked, "After this treatment, won't the forensic doctor see that the deceased was strangled?"

"No, that's not the only sign of strangulation, but most of the rest can be reasonably fooled: the deceased's internal organs and brain tissue are often bruised, but I'll remove these parts in the next treatment."

Albarino replied while cutting off Sharp's entire head, and the dark red blood had gathered into a small pool on the floor.

"But there are some signs of mechanical asphyxia that cannot be masked: rose teeth and noncoagulation due to lack of oxygen, as well as corpse plaques that are more pronounced than deaths from other causes."

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