Wine and Gun

"It's arrogant to want the other person's life because you're not the type you like." Herstal replied in a low voice.

"Why not?" Albarino replied with a smile, "Isn't it the same with our murderers, who took innocent lives in order to declare war on someone - arrogance is one of our original sins, it is a kind of Deadly passion."

"It seems that you have your own opinion on the murderer?" Herstal couldn't help asking.

"I don't think the murderer was really one of those cops, that guy killed the deceased from behind, of course it didn't splatter blood on his shirt, but it couldn't have splattered on his hands at all. On the upper and cuffs, cutting a person's arteries can cause a terrible scene that most people can't imagine. But do you remember? Bart sent people to search the whole building before getting people to sign a form, when the two of us Standing by the side the whole time, no one had any unwashed blood on his right hand and sleeve, and no one was hiding blood-stained rubber gloves in their pockets, because Bart checked everyone's backpacks in order to find the murder weapon. But it is impossible for the murderer to use the faucet in the bathroom. First, there is not enough time, and second, there is no blood stains left in the pool... It is impossible to clean up the scene in such a short period of time." Albarino pondered. With that said, he reached out and turned on the switch of the second generator.

"But there's only that one bathroom on the first floor, but if he goes up to the second floor and has to go through the entire hall, no one can go through it with blood on his hands and not be found." Herstal followed his train of thought. Going down, he had to raise his voice to not be completely drowned out by the noise of the machine, "The murderer couldn't have gone upstairs, but he obviously didn't stay in the hall - unless he left through another door. Except for the main entrance. The doors outside are locked, only the security guard has the key, and it stands to reason that no one can come in or out."

The glass window of the police station is pushed outward, and the gap that can be opened is never enough for a person to jump out of the window. In that case, the murderer should have been trapped in the police station after killing the person.

"Or the security guards claim that only they have keys there." Albarino sighed and said.

"So you have a rough idea in your head, but you didn't say a word to Officer Hardy," Herstal said disapprovingly.

"Yeah, but what's the point of not doing it?" Albarino shrugged. "I want to see what happens next."

"—'Death,'" Herstal replied. "You've seen that thing a lot, haven't you?"

"The same story, told by different creators, will have different meanings," Albarino replied peacefully.

Herstal shook his head. "Your curiosity will kill you one day."

"Like my curiosity about you? Maybe so, this is indeed a problem." Albarino admitted frankly, but still smiled strangely, "But now there is a problem, even It's more important than that."

Herstal stared at him, while Albarino continued slowly: "I noticed that Alexander doesn't seem to be at the door."

I have to say that it was the vibration and noise of the generator that weakened Herstal's attention to the outside, so when he turned his head, he saw that the hidden door was still open with a small gap, but the outside Alexander was nowhere to be seen.

Herstal froze suddenly, the two of them looked at each other, opened the door abruptly and rushed out - the outside was completely gray and white, and the strong wind mixed with snow particles hit people's cheeks. The two of them staggered forward in the snow, and Albarino called Alexander's name twice, all of which were engulfed by the wind.

They fumbled two more steps forward, and finally heard a clear voice cut through the wind: a crisp gunshot.

Herstal instinctively ran to the place where the gunshots rang, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and one hand had already touched the knife in the pocket of his coat. The problem is that it is not particularly suitable for fighting now, and the visibility is only less than one meter in the bào wind and snow——

These tumultuous thoughts ran through his mind, and then the shoe slammed into something.

Herstal looked down and found Alexander on the ground, and within a minute or two, the snow had built up a thin layer on his thick coat, and he couldn't see it without the light of the flashlight shining directly on her. not see. The young man struggled on the snow and let out a low moan.

Herstal pressed the pocket where the knife was placed with his right hand, and knelt down beside Alexander. He saw that he was covering his shoulders with his hands. There was a small dòng on the cloth. The blood must not have penetrated the thick cloth, but it must have been It has started running on the skin.

"Albarino!" Herstal shouted back, his voice inaudible in the roar of the wind. "He's been shot, we have to—"

He stopped abruptly, staring directly at the vast snow curtain, and no one came out of the black crack torn by the wind and snow.

"...Albarino?" he called again tentatively, though he didn't think he had the answer.

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