Wine and Gun

Will he have thoughts like "If only the murderer of the seventh case was silenced at that time, so that he would not be coerced by anyone"?

Olga glanced at Albarino again, his arms must have gone numb from the way he was bound to the corner. The forensic doctor didn't show much pain on his face, and even the fear seemed to be meager, but looked directly at them intently.

—The question she has spent her whole life searching for an answer to is: "When did man become a monster?"

Do they still have a trace of pity? Treat everyone as a must-have or are there still some people who can be their exception? Can they really have family, friendship and love? How far are they from normal people?

McCard bit his lip tightly until it turned white, and after a moment he looked back at Blanca Areola, as if made up. He was about to speak—

Meanwhile, Olga took the lead by saying, "I choose Russian Roulette, thank you."

Her voice fell, and the whole room seemed to be eerily silent for a while. McArd stared at her dumbfounded, as if the words he had finally made up his mind to say were all jammed into his throat, and even Albarino looked at her with a trace of gleam in his eyes. surprised.

Obviously, they all thought she'd choose another game - and that's just human nature.

Olga bent down slowly, slowly, under Blanca's gaze, and picked up the pistol. She pointed the muzzle at McArd, then unnecessarily pulled down the pistol's hammer, the metal collision made a crisp click, and she saw McArd shrink visibly, as if everything was in danger People with firearms react the same way.

McCard began, "Molozer, you..."

"Whoever makes the choice first wins at least the benefit of firing the first shot?" Olga turned to Blanca and asked.

Blanca also looked a little puzzled, but still nodded: "Please."

Olga snorted lightly, and set her eyes on Lavasa McArd again. She was much shorter than McArd, and the angle of her gun was slightly higher, and she seemed to be aiming at the opponent. head.

She still had that oddly relaxed expression on her face, and McCard stared at her, his chest heaving uncontrollably. Then Olga pulled the trigger slowly, slowly.

click.

Empty gun.

If Herstal Amalet had known this Christmas party would turn out like this, he might not have said anything, no matter what Albarino had said to him. Now, he has climbed to the roof step by step: the shops along the street are a row of houses, and from the second floor of the shop next to the house that Areola chose as a stronghold, you can climb to the roof from the skylight .

When Hardy arranged it before, two police officers were placed in ambush on the roof, and it was not a particularly difficult thing to follow the route they walked to the roof.

... Of course, this is not realistic, because the process of climbing the roof is really difficult: the snow on the roof is so thick that it is going to be less than human calves. Wet and slippery, the angle of the roof is still slightly tilted, a person can fall on the main road below and break their necks if they are not careful; My face hurts like a knife has been slashed.

The policeman on the roof obviously heard from Hardy's command that Herstal was coming to the scene of the crime, but he never thought that his "coming" was to the extent of climbing the roof. When the two saw him, they were obviously stunned. Hestal didn't have time to explain this to them. As soon as they walked over, he reached out to one of the police officers:

"I'm going to have a word with Officer Hardy," he said.

The other party hesitated to hand him the radio, and as soon as Herstal took it, he said to Hardy on the communication side: "I'm on the roof."

Officer Hardy returned a long silence, apparently not wanting to know why he was on the roof.

"You have two cops here. Did you want to do a downhill raid?" Herstal asked him.

"I thought about this before, because as long as the rope is fixed on the roof, it can be easier to rappel down through the glass window on the second floor from the outside." Hardy replied that the snow is a little less at this moment, but the wind is still strong, in In the wind, his voice was not very clear. "But judging from the feedback from Olga's side, Areola is likely to be standing in a blind spot in the direction of the window; even if she enters through the window, she can't be shot and subdued as soon as possible, that would be troublesome. ."

Herstal nodded. Hardy had a point. He thought about it, then asked, "How are they doing now?"

Hardy gave a wry laugh that sounded like the kind of laughter that someone who has lost hope in life would make.

"They're playing Russian roulette," he said gān.

McCard took the gun from Olga with mixed feelings.

Olga stared at him, and it was difficult to guess what was in her heart from her face. She looked at other people's eyes as if she was always curious and kept out of it. To be honest, McCard really wanted to rush over and grab her by the collar and ask her what was on her mind, but when Areola put her gun on the hostage's sun xué, it didn't seem like much to do. Suitable.

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