Wine and Gun

Bates understood what the other party meant.

"But you know in your heart," he said softly, pointing out the fact that he feared in his voice as calmly as possible, "that he is by no means lacking in the ability and courage to do such a thing."

Five autopsy reports were lined up in front of Albarino, accompanied by detailed photos, the pale skin and vertical and horizontal scars after death looked shocking.

"Okay, so far there are six deceased, four girls and two boys, aged between ten and fifteen years old." Albarino quickly turned over the autopsy reports, the blinding shadowless lamp between his eyebrows Casting an ominous and deep shadow, "Before they died, they were sexually assaulted. When they were found, they were dressed in messy clothes or were crunchy... But there is no particular commonality in the way of death."

"Two people died of suffocation before, but they were strangled and strangled with a rope." Tommy is now more familiar with the situation than Albarino after reading these autopsy reports earlier, "and this, innate Heart attack, and another death from traumatic brain injury caused by a severe blow to the back of the brain."

Albarino nodded: "The causes of death are very different."

"You don't think it was done by one person?" Considering the various secrecy regulations, Herstal stood farther away, but he still looked pale because of the light or not.

"If it was done by one person, the method should at least have some similarity." Albarino mused, "Besides, if it was done by one person, the accidental fatality rate of his marriage would be too high... No, I don't think it's the work of a nerd - at least not 'a' nerd. Tommy, is there any testable DNA from these cases?"

"You can check the information on the CSI side. They extracted biological materials, and the test results of the forensic laboratory are attached to the end of the autopsy report." Tommy leaned over and turned the autopsy report a few pages back, "...Okay. Yes, obviously not."

"The murderer is very cautious, he must be wearing a condom." Albarino nodded, without appearing too discouraged, "Anyway, it seems that the evidence for the joint investigation is still not enough, but as I said before, the same area appeared in the same area. There are so many similar cases that still need attention. Tommy, can you come to my office? Give these autopsy reports to my secretary and let him summarize them at the end of this victim's autopsy report. In the index. When the report is handed to Inspector Bull tomorrow, he will have to look at these, which may help the investigation."

Tommy complied, put away the autopsy reports, and went out again. Albarino went out and called in his assistants and told them to push the body back into the morgue and put it back into the cold cabinets.

When he returned, Herstal was still standing in the doorway of the autopsy room, arms folded, expensive clothes that made him look like he had stepped off the inside pages of some fashion magazine, with this pale, Quiet corridors out of place.

Albarino walked towards him while pulling the rubber gloves down from his fingers, and finally stopped two steps away, not enough to breathe. He gave the other two heartbeats, and then asked, "Herstal, do you care about that?"

Herstal heard the sound and looked up at him. The blue iris looked strangely pale in the light, and people said that the pale iris made people look ruthless. His voice was also cold and hard, like the wind passing through a long corridor of white stones.

"Do you think I care about a dead person?" he asked back in his usual tone, expecting the other party to hear sarcasm in his voice, and then retreat. Unfortunately, Albarino usually doesn't eat his way.

"Or, what you care about is the grave in your heart." Albarino continued to ask.

Herstal snorted: "Is this a dialogue full of metaphors?"

"No, it's quite literally: I perceive that there is a grave here... a grave that even the moon hates, and the long maggots crawling in it like remorse." Albarino smiled, that kind of laugh The image slid from the corner of his mouth like a cold knife. Then he stretched out his hand, his fingertips resting firmly on Herstal's chest, his fingertips could feel a fresh heartbeat from under the cloth, the organ pumping blood to all parts of the limbs, a red streak The river flows in this body. "I discovered it the night Billy was killed, and I guess you buried a child there: a child who was powerless in the face of an overwhelming force above him."

"You discovered it," Herstal repeated sarcastically, his eyes blazing. "It's funny, I thought you were the type to tell the world what you discovered right away."

"Why do that? If I don't speak, it and your beauty are mine alone." Albarino replied calmly, spitting out the sweet words that are too exaggerated for a lady. . "You see how attractive that is to artists, right?"

"Very poetic, a little creepy," Herstal sneered, though what he really meant was probably "boring theatrical" or something.

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