Wine and Gun

If there is no accident today, Officer Hardy should be ready to go to the court to observe the trial at this time. As a security guard who has known Herstal for a long time, he will also attend the trial as a witness. But now, the earlier plans were clearly thrown off, and Hardy looked at the box full of apples and grains with an unstoppable headache.

"Do you think that's the pianist's imitator?" A familiar voice called from behind him.

Hardy turned back suddenly, so fast that he was dizzy: "Olga?!"

That's right, their advisor Olga Molozze was sitting in a wheelchair and was looking at her with a smile, as if nothing had changed, as if there wasn't a heartbreaker under the blanket over her lap. Empty dòng. However, she still looked pale and thin, and the young man behind her who pushed her in the wheelchair really looked very, very familiar.

So Hardy's next sentence directly shattered the warm atmosphere of the long-awaited reunion. He stared at Midaren Pullman who was pushing Olga's wheelchair, and couldn't hold back his exclaimed exclamation: "You Let a minor come to the crime scene with you?!"

"While you were trying to drown yourself with the case, I revisited my advisory agreement with your director Everton. Anyway, given the current situation—" Olga pointed lazily. With his legs, he looked unusually righteous. "I can bring a relevant person with me to the scene of the crime to take care of me, mainly to help me push the wheelchair. After all, it will take a long time for me to complete the rehabilitation training."

She paused, and then concluded: "The agreement only says that the person I bring here can also sign a non-disclosure agreement, but it doesn't say that they must be adults."

... Hardy has a dirty word that I don't know whether to say it or not.

He was very sure that the reason why the director asked someone to draft such an agreement was of course because he never thought that Olga could really bring a minor to the scene. But the two people opposite him may not know the ups and downs in his heart at all. Midalun still has that young and stubborn face, and even looks a little taller. He nodded solemnly and took the initiative to say hello: " Officer Hardy."

Hardy could only step away silently, and by the way help the two of them pull up the blockade so that they can get through below.

"Tell me if you feel sick," Hardy heard Olga say to Midalen. "Although there is no smell in this place, but there are people who see the bloody scene and it is already very uncomfortable."

"I once stabbed a knife into a person's neck." Midaren reminded Olga bluntly.

By this time they had stopped in front of the package, and several site surveyors were taking pictures of the half-cut apple and the scale ruler on the side. Hardy walked to Olga's side in a few steps, and continued the conversation just now tiredly: "What did you just say? The pianist's imitator?"

"There is a little possibility, you can look at the main elements of this scene: wheat and apples, isn't this exactly the same as the scene where Richard Norman was killed?" Olga's voice was relaxed and happy, It's as if Albarino's life and death didn't affect her in the slightest -- and anyone who saw the bloody scene at Herstal's house, such as Bart Hardy, already believed in a corner of his heart that Albarino had already died.

Hardy, of course, remembers the case of a mob boss pierced by stakes and erected in an apple orchard like a scarecrow, his cut stomach stuffed with grains and his heart replaced by an apple.

It was in that case that Albarino knew Herstal.

"Today is the day of Mr. Armalite's pre-trial hearing," Midalun hesitated to express his point of view. Such a young man who can swear and beat people in front of criminals, in Austria In front of Erga, he seemed quite unconvinced, "Is this the reason why the imitator committed the crime? To commemorate... The prisoner in this case also thinks that Mr. Amarette is a pianist?"

"Think deeper, Midalen. Some people think it's overwhelming to have too many options in front of you, but I don't think that's a bad thing," Olga said softly. , "So there is another possibility, for example, that it was the Sunday gardener who committed the crime."

Hardy said subconsciously: "Al can't-"

Then he immediately realized what he was talking about, so he shut up abruptly.

"Oh," Olga said with a smile, "all the people here now think Al is the Sunday gardener?"

Hardy didn't know what to say, and he'd vaguely had this idea since the bodies of William Brown and Anthony Sharp were laid out in front of the state courthouse. And the old Kentucky case file that McCard gave him says even more: If Herstal did suffer those misfortunes as a child and eventually became a Westland pianist, it would explain why they After the two participated in the anonymous mutual aid meeting together, Sharp, who was suspected of having a history of sexual harassment, suffered misfortune, and even explained the doubts in Olga's mind at the time.

Sharp's neck has only bones, all skin and muscles have been removed, maybe it's not really for the final effect, maybe he was strangled by the piano strings...

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