Wine and Gun

February 3, 2017

Also: I've attached a link to the video as a gift for you, I guess you'll like it.

"I feel it," grumbled Hunter, "that the person who wrote this letter is a terrific megalomaniac."

"Because the person who wrote the letter threatened not to call the police, and I couldn't get through to Officer Hardy just now, so I contacted you," Herstal added coldly behind.

"Precisely," Albarino glanced at him, and Herstal made sure there was a narrow smile in the bastard's eyes, "you contacted me."

Herstal rolled his eyes at him.

"So obviously that bastard did kidnap Clara and Wallis, and put them in danger of falling from the sky and being poisoned, but I just don't know what's going on with Bart now." Albarino coughs With a sigh, he said solemnly, he touched Olga's shoulder, who was holding the computer mouse, "Olga, look at the link he gave."

"Right now." Olga replied in a low voice and clicked on the link.

Another new pop-up window popped up quickly. After the screen of the pop-up window was loaded, the people present gasped more or less: it was like a surveillance video window, and the picture was slightly distorted. In the picture is a small dim room, and a little girl who looks no more than ten years old is curled up in the corner of the room.

After the screen was loaded, the little girl suddenly looked in the direction of the camera - Herstal didn't think she could see the corresponding screen there, and it was likely that the flashing red light on the camera caught her attention. She jumped up and ran towards the camera, her voice full of crying when she spoke.

"Dad!" the boy screamed, "Dad, are you back!"

"My God," Herstal heard Albarino whisper, "Clara."

Ten minutes ago—

By the time Bart Hardy rushed home, he was nervous enough to make him feel sick.

Because he wasn't optimistic enough to tell himself it was all accidental: his daughter had disappeared from school, and Wallis had been not answering the phone. In fact, he has heard a lot of stories about the police's family being retaliated by bad guys, but he never thought that such a thing would happen to him-because although the law and order in Westland is bad, he is not responsible for dealing with it. Gang affairs that are easy to make enemies, the two serial killers in the city are never the type to take revenge on the police... He is mentally prepared for a lot of things that will happen when he becomes a policeman, except for this one. Things are not mentally prepared.

And he was almost right: the door was ajar.

Hardy pushed the door open, and the stillness was suffocating as if it had a body, his heart was beating wildly under the flesh, and police experience told him that there had been fights in a borrowed room, and if he turned on the lights, You might even see drops of blood dripping on the ground.

He called Hua Lisi's name without hope, and the voice echoed in the room, the echo mocking him like a ferocious ghost - and there was a bright light in the room, flickering like a dying soul.

Hardy looked at the lit computer screen.

"Clara," Olga said directly to the other end of the camera after confirming that the microphone was on. For the first time, Herstal discovered that this difficult profiler could really put his voice warm and soft. , really shocking. "it's me."

Clara, obviously familiar with Olga's voice, actually started crying when she spoke: "Olga!"

"Shh, don't cry." Olga reassured her, "Did your dad talk to you?"

"Yeah, but he's gone...he told me to stay here and he went back to me and Mom," Clara replied sobbing.

"That cop can be quite ruthless," Hunter whispered behind Olga, "it's easier to be distracted if he's on the phone with his daughter the whole time, and she'll have to be left alone for the sake of saving lives, but— —”

"But there's not enough time." Olga stretched out her hand to cover the computer's radio port, frowned and turned around, "The murderer said that he calculated the time, and Clara and Wallis will be there before twelve o'clock noon. death, it is now..."

"Ten minutes to eleven," Albarino looked down at his watch and told her.

Hunter's brows furrowed: "Although the butcher who killed the family didn't say it directly, he was actually asking your policeman to make a choice-do any of you have the confidence to think that a policeman can do it in more than an hour without relying on others? Nei found out that his wife and daughter were locked in two different places, and rescued them one by one? No? He can only choose one line to check for two people. If he is unlucky, both of them will be lost. "

"It's okay, we can help him." Albarino said briskly.

Hunter turned his head to stare at him, like a falcon staring at its prey.

"Didn't that serial killer tell Bart to 'don't tell the other cops'? With all due respect, none of us are cops." Albarino shrugged, "Clara and Wallis will be fine. Yes - but only if we'd better get in touch with Bart first, although I don't think he'd be able to answer the phone in this situation."

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