Wine and Gun

"On the corpse?" Hardy asked.

"Nothing was found from the corpse. It can only be seen that the deceased's throat was cut by a sharp weapon. Because the time between the two stabs is not much different, no one is dead yet, and their life reactions are similar. It is impossible to see which knife is before and which is behind." Alba Lino shrugged, "If the CSI people were present, they might be able to see more, and they are better at analyzing bloodstains. And I can only say that looking at the shape of the wound, the murderer used a knife in his right hand, and he was shorter than the deceased— But this is of no value, after all, I think the dead person is at least 1.9 meters tall. If it was normal, I would say that the person who killed the dead person was a particularly strong man, but looking at the way the dead person was drunk before death, this category would be was greatly relaxed."

Several people walked up to Albarino, who was still half-kneeling on the ground, raised a piece of paper in his hand, and said with a smile: "But anyway, I found this in the pocket of the deceased's shirt."

Hardy, also wearing gloves, took the paper carefully from Albarino's hand.

There was also a lot of blood on the chest pocket of the deceased, and the outside of this piece of paper was covered with rubbing bloodstains. Even a person with little knowledge of bloodstain analysis could see that this piece of paper was made after the deceased was victimized. stuffed into his pocket. Hardy frowned and unfolded the paper.

Hardy read: "You must order expulsion, or kill a man to pay for the blood that was shed; it was that blood that put the city-state at this risk."

Apparently that was all that was written on the piece of paper, and when Hardy finished reading it, he looked up in confusion.

"Apollo's prophecy." Olga shrugged, as if to point out the origin of every word she saw was nothing to her credit for. "From "Oedipus the King" by Sophocles."

"What the hell does he mean?" Hardy couldn't help asking.

At this time, Albarino stood up slowly, his legs were numb, and he stumbled slightly from the discomfort.

"It was the famous tragedy of Oedipus killing his father and marrying his mother," explained Albarino in a good-natured way. The prophecy from the Temple of Rome said that the city of Thebes could only be saved if the murderer of the late king Laios was caught—it was his own son Oedipus who killed the late king, but Oedipus He didn't know about it - when he finally figured out the tragedy that happened that year, he stabbed himself in the eye and left Thebes to wander around làng."

"So the murderer in this case cannot at least be a copycat in the seventh case," Olga said.

"...How did you come to these conclusions just now?" Hardy asked suspiciously.

"The seventh-case imitator—" Olga said, and then she noticed the look McCard was giving her, smiled sarcastically, and changed her words, "Well, I mean, If the seventh case is the work of a copycat, then as I said, he is someone who is afraid that his actions will be discovered, so he blames the case on a serial killer. So there is no need for him to be so many years after the dust settles. He came all the way from Pennsylvania to Westland and killed people in the police station."

"Well, suppose this murderer killed someone before, and then got a taste of it...?" Hardy asked erratically.

"—Like a lion that has eaten human flesh can become a cannibal lion? I don't think so. The moment he chooses to blame it means he is at least cautious enough not to take such a risk, and a man is at the first time. Become a potential serial killer after getting blood? There are too few such cases." Olga replied kindly, "We generally don't consider this possibility in the first place, because Not everyone can be a murderer—two murderers in Westland would be amazing."

... Hardy's expression was clearly saying that he didn't think there was anything "remarkable" about it.

"And the message on this piece of paper is clear," McArd added, looking over Hardy's shoulder to read the line, "It's a metaphor: Thebes are in danger - WLPD in With the threat of a lurking murderer, we need to pay for the blood that was shed; it was that blood that led to what is now."

Albarino said: "Combined with the murderer who clearly imitated George Robbo's methods...He was avenging Robbo? Only by paying for Robbo's blood can the case stop? The murderer wants one of us to stab blind. Eyes wandering in the wilderness?"

Hardy said sternly, "No one needs to pay for Robb's blood—!"

"Given that the murderer couldn't possibly know what was going on inside the team that handled the case at the time, the murderer must have been referring to me and McCard." Olga shrugged, "At that time, he and I were the main leaders in the Rob case. Man, it's all on the news. So what's the matter? Who gave us knives to stab us in the eyes?"

"Not funny," Albarino pointed out lazily.

"Yeah," Olga replied sweetly, "your sense of humor has really dropped."

Hardy took a deep breath, glanced at the corpse on the ground again, then turned to Olga and asked, "Is there another possibility? If the murderer is like you—if the murderer also thinks the seventh case is Rob was framed, so is he looking for someone to frame Rob? That's not surprising, is it? If the murderer was close to Rob, he might know that Rob wasn't committing the crime at the time?"

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