Wine and Gun

Standing beside Officer Hardy was a fat, always smiling man who was not smiling now, of course, but was wiping the sweat from his brow with a trembling handkerchief. This is Herstal's partner, Mr. Holmes.

"How could this be," said Mr. Holmes as Albarino passed by with the forensic exploration case, "I was just on a business trip to Europe? How could this be--ex A few days ago, Amalette called me to tell me about Davis, and I thought everything would be fine after the kidnapper was settled, so can we do business again?"

This may be a question that everyone who works in the firm wants to ask. Albarino walked over, completely ignoring this good gentleman, and asked Hardy directly: "Is it the gardener?"

Hardy looked at him with a horribly gray face, and his lips twitched.

"Amalette came to the office to work overtime today and saw it - of course he called the police right away, it was horrible!" Mr. Holmes said eloquently for Hardy.

"Go in and see for yourself," Officer Hardy said to Albarino, his voice hoarse and bitter as if he had just swum down the Pacific Ocean, "... heck, I shouldn't be too surprised, it's like what he would do."

But apparently he was still surprised, surprised and angry. Albarino patted Officer Hardy on the shoulder uselessly and comfortingly, and threw him and the firm partner who only said "what to do" behind him, and quickly raised the cordon. Bend down and get in.

He walked to Herstal's office with ease, and the scene was still the same familiar scene: CSI in blue protective clothing, yellow-colored physical evidence signs, the flash of the camera in the policeman's hand, Bates and Orr add.

And, of course, Herstal Armalite, indifferently dressed in a three-piece iron-grey suit that was tightly covered, a blue scarf in his pockets that lined his eyes, and his hair neatly combed. The gravitas is somewhere between working in a law firm and attending an international conference.

And these people stood in front of Herstal's desk, forming a solemn semicircle: the thing was placed on Herstal's desk.

——"That thing" was a skull, which was placed upside down on the table, with the forehead part facing down, maintaining a delicate balance, standing still on the clean table. With no lower jaw bone, the skull's incisors looked eerily protruding and jagged, and the space was adorned with flowers.

The skull looked abnormally white, possibly bleached by some special method. The infraorbital rim of the skull, the sharp edges of the canine teeth, the external auditory canal, and certain parts of the rǔ process are all decorated with gold leaf dots, giving a casual and orderly look.

Looking in from the eye sockets of the skull, you can see that the entire skull is filled with red particles, overflowing from the eye sockets of the skull, like running blood, and rows of neat red eggs. But the bouquets that were cast on the skulls were all pure white, they were bleached white bunches of wheat and pure white daffodils.

Except for the blood red that peeks out from the eye sockets of the skull, the skull and flowers are all flawless white. The white wheat awns that are artistically decorated are like the fluff of a bird, the huáng-colored stamens and stars of the daffodils. The gold foil is dotted in a chaotic snow-white.

—Apparently, it was a gift for Herstal.

With the sound of Albarino's approaching footsteps, Herstal looked back deeply at him, his lips looking ruthless and soft, as if to utter many words, but strangely silent.

Olga stood only slightly closer than Herstal, to make room for the forensic and tracers. Albarino greeted them, put down the exploration box, and started wearing rǔ rubber gloves.

"I don't think there is much room for me to do this," Albarino said, looking at the skull carefully, "The skull seems to have been handled very cleanly, there is no way to judge the time of death, and only this part can't be judged by gender. Come out, the best hope is to find the corresponding dentist record through the dental mold."

The male, in his forties, died the night Herstal went to confront kidnapper Martin Jones this Monday. The Sunday gardener severed his throat from behind, and the body lay in the trunk of a Chevrolet outside the factory while they were in the abandoned factory.

At the time, Officer Bart Hardy was within five meters of the body, but he would never know.

"Or expect the DNA to match in the police department's gene pool." The man with a bouquet of skulls placed on his desk said calmly, his level of calmness is definitely worthy of the admiration of most people in the world, while others Feeling utterly bored.

"Has the Sunday gardener also started killing criminals?" Albarino asked Herstal with a smile.

Herstal's eyes were still cold when he looked at him, either because he never recovered from the episode after Monday's kidnapping, or because of something else (such as his work on his desk). skull) and even more angry. Sometimes that look makes it seem like he's seeing through: "His interests will change - because he's not a long-term guy, is he?"

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