Wine and Gun

Eleven and fourteen.

"Okay, Clara," Herstal asked patiently. "What did you see?"

"There is a very narrow window near the roof of the house, and I can't open the door." Clara Hui reported that the camera that the murderer had left her had a very narrow field of view, and she only had to walk a few steps. Hestal went out of sight. "There's nothing in the room, just an iron shelf high up, with a... iron can on it."

"Tin pot?" Herstal raised an ominous foreboding in his heart.

"It's hissing slowly, it has a pungent smell," Clara said, unable to hold back a burp as she said the last word, "Is that something poisonous? I'm going to die. ?"

"It's alright, we'll find you in a while, nothing will happen." Herstal comforted her bluntly, while saying that, he glanced in Albarino's direction: push him to this order The people in his bewildered situation just walk around the house like no one else, but don't want to get close to the laptop.

It's no surprise to Herstal that Albarino would have enjoyed watching him fall into unfamiliar situations: whether it's being kidnapped by a psycho killer or having to comfort a kidnapped little girl.

"You are so kind." The little girl said with tears in her eyes.

——Hearing her say this, Herstal couldn't help but glared at Albarino again, who exaggeratedly covered his chest where Clara couldn't see it, revealing a false "I'm so sad" expression.

"Can you get to that tin can?" Herstal tried to put the curse behind him and continued to ask. Now it's the most important thing to find a way to solve the problem that Clara is about to be poisoned by carbon monoxide.

Clara leaves the frame again, apparently trying to reach the tin can. She came back after a while, sounding dejected: "It's out of reach, it's played too high... I'm feeling a little sick and starting to have a headache."

It doesn't take a doctor to understand what this means: it's an early symptom of carbon monoxide poisoning, and it appears that the concentration of carbon monoxide in the room has gradually increased.

Albariño clearly heard her, as he almost immediately put the "turn around is not close" principle behind him and quickly returned to the front of the screen. He went over Herstal's shoulder, and didn't seem to mind that his lips were about to touch his earlobe.

He said, "Clara, sit down, don't walk or run... Stay away from that jar, yes."

The child sat down according to the words and curled up into a small ball in the picture of the camera.

The intake of carbon monoxide will be reduced when breathing is flat, but this may not be enough to last for long. According to the serial killer, the concentration of carbon monoxide in the room around twelve o'clock is enough to kill, and long before that, deep carbon monoxide poisoning can cause irreversible damage to a person.

- There is not enough time left for them.

It was at this time that Hunter limped back, no doubt bringing back another piece of bad news. As soon as he entered the room, he said loudly, "I have nothing to gain except that I can see that the woman was dragged from the bed. I don't know where the son of a bitch went."

Now that no one has time to take care of the fact that adults shouldn't swear in front of children, Herstal squeezed his forehead with a headache, then realized that it wouldn't go on like this: "Clara, you know from your house to How long have you been in the place where you are now?"

"That guy put me in the trunk," Clara said, "but I know it's been eighteen minutes."

She raised her hand and showed Herstal the lovely light blue watch she wore on her wrist: the glowing cartoon watch popular among children. And Clara is worthy of being the daughter of WLPD's best homicide cop. Usually, little girls don't remember to check the clock when they are kidnapped.

Albarino clearly understood what Herstal was thinking. He turned to Hunter and asked, "Do you have a map of the city? And a pen?"

"A bounty hunter has everything, young man." Hunter gave him a sly wink. He quickly put down the backpack that he had been carrying before, and pulled out a huge map and two different colored markers.

"The average speed limit in the city is 60 kilometers, but considering the morning rush hour, I am thankful to be able to walk 40 kilometers." Albarino said while using the pen as a ruler to measure the scale on the map, "Even if the car goes straight for ten In eight minutes, I can only walk..."

He quickly calculated the distance and drew a circle on the map with Hardy's home as the center. Within this circle, there was a possibility that the murderer had imprisoned Clara.

Over there, Herstal was still asking if Clara could recall any more details, and her voice was as soft as he could—though Albarino did hear that stiff lingering in his voice— Absolutely enough to make the interns who were scared to cry by him and the opposing lawyers who were mocked by him stunned.

After a while, Clara suddenly exclaimed: "I remember! The car stopped and walked for a few minutes before it stopped, and I could still hear a lot of horns! Until the car turned to the side of the road and stopped!"

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