Wine and Gun

Anne always thought that the first time she saw Feister was the most impressive encounter with people in her life, but now it doesn't seem to be the case. The most impressive encounter with people in her life was It belongs to Molozer.

Just yesterday afternoon, the vegetative person who had just woken up miraculously said to her, "Do you know that your boyfriend is a fraudster?"

——In all fairness, let alone a vegetative person who has just woken up, any normal person usually doesn’t know such a thing when they see someone for the first time.

"Sorry, what?" Anne stumbled, and Pfister stiffened into a plank behind her.

Olga tilted her head, and a group of doctors poked and touched her, but she didn't condescend to look at these people.

Her voice was still very soft, even sounding a little choppy: "...handmade leather shoes that don't fit very well, designer suits without the back label cut off - you can see the marks on the folds on the shoulders of the suit - your boyfriend Some of the high-end clothes on his body are rented, and the remaining part is actually bought with money, but he also expects to return it immediately after wearing it a few times. This shows that he is not as rich as he said, and of course it does not rule out that he is indeed financially tight. But it is possible to lose face. However, there was a skin tan in the neckline of the shirt he loosened. From the position, it looks like it was left by wearing a round-neck shirt... It is estimated that he was sweating like rain in the sun wearing this kind of clothing, look. The sunburn doesn't look like it's left in one day, and I haven't heard of anyone wearing a crew neck shirt for a tan. Of course, there's a small oil-like stain on the edge of the palm of the left hand, where the calluses left on the hand. ,all in all--"

Olga paused, leaving a weak smile.

"You're not a mechanic or something, are you?"

Fister stammered and said with a flushed face: "You, you...!"

"I have good eyesight," Olga said lazily.

—This is the beginning and end of Miss Anne Brook's lovelorn.

Now, Annie sniffed, desperate to get out of that sad and embarrassing memory. She forced herself to turn her attention to the profiler's face, whose image gradually became strange and tall in her eyes, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"A horrific murder," Olga replied. She seemed very calm and didn't say anything about her left leg, which was completely helpless. In fact, Anne always felt that she was relishing something on her face now. Dao's expression, "Isn't it funny that a lawyer tried to murder his client the day after winning the case?"

Annie thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you always use 'interesting' to evaluate cases?"

"Not really. For example, your ex-boyfriend's case is no fun," Olga thought for a while and replied seriously, "He is a very typical type of fraudster, and because it is too classic, he loses the need for research. ."

...Anne is not sure if this is a swear word, anyway, Feist will definitely think so, he may still be squatting in the police station now.

"Losing the need for research?" she repeated in confusion.

"Yes, so when you meet him, just expose him directly. You don't have to spend too much time on him." Olga said, still staring at the silent TV, and at this time, the TV broadcast a paragraph before the court. The clip, taken during the conflict, shows Herstal Amalet standing on the steps of the courthouse, with blood streaming down his eyebrows in heavy rain.

Olga stretched her finger to the TV screen, and her arm was weak, as soft as a piece of noodles.

"Some cases, too," she whispered, sounding like a murmur, "in a sense...too typical."

Annie glanced at Olga curiously. She didn't understand a word of what the former FBI agent, who was a little older than her, was saying. Just when she was about to ask a question, there was a knock on the door of the single ward, so she had to walk to the door quickly.

Olga didn't pay much attention to the movement at the door - since she woke up yesterday afternoon, several groups of people have come to see her, most of them colleagues and students from Westland State University, and the police department sent Officer Bull. After conveying their wishes, all the others did not show up. Obviously, the Slade case and the series of events that followed had made them too busy to take care of themselves.

And Officer Bull looked embarrassed when he came, because he was the one who called McCard and told him that Olga was in the police station during the killing of the butcher case. Erga was blocked in the hall of WLPD, so she wouldn't push Olga to the point where she had to jump out of the window to rush to where Wallis was.

So he could only fidgety and say a few beautiful words, and then immediately got up and said goodbye-the reason was that today he took on a case of an unnamed female body that had been disemboweled in an alley; even this kind of case was handled by police officer Bull Now, you can imagine the extent to which the WLPD police force is lacking.

As for Lavasa McCard, according to Annie, this gentleman came many times while Olga was in a coma, and when she woke up, there was no one there.

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