Wine and Gun

When I got to Syracuse, I found Todd lying dead on the grounds of his house, so drunk that he obviously hoped to drown him with alcohol so that he would completely forget what happened to him. on the body. When he saw me—I wasn't even sure he saw me, or saw a few of me standing on the floor—he gave me a drunken smile and said, "We sure don't. See you again."

I froze for a moment at the lack of logic, and it took more effort to pry more cause and effect out of his mouth. To summarize what happened to Alan Todd went something like this: A professional agent calling himself William Smith contacted him and emailed him a copy of his bail bond (well done, but apparently is fake) and let him go and arrest Bob Langdon.

After Todd captured Langdon, he sent Langdon to the designated location: a locked apartment, and left. He hadn't seen the Smith from start to finish, but saw Langdon's death on the TV news the next day.

Afterward, Todd even called Smith, who did not deny his involvement in the murder. But this doesn't mean anything, the other party is fully prepared, the number must come from a one-time call, and it is impossible to find out who the call belongs to. The mysterious man who hired Todd has evaporated like water into the sea, and we can't find him again.

"Did he admit on the phone that he was the pianist?" I asked Todd.

Todd was obviously stunned for a moment, used his boozy brain, and then stumblingly said, "No, no?"

- This is what I've always found unreasonable: According to news reports, Sarah Aardman was killed with a bunch of mint in her chest, while Langdon's chest was stuffed with a woven mint flower and mint leaves. The resulting flower ball. Although no photos of the corpse were leaked, Westland reporters apparently managed to take photos of some physical evidence, and photos of the flower ball are now all over the Internet.

And decorating flowers on a corpse is really not like the style of a Westland pianist. These mint grasses always make me feel very incongruous. I have studied those cases of pianists, and he used metaphors and analogies. His own crime scene, he cut and stitched those bodies, dismembered whatever he wanted, but at the end of the day, the decorations he made had meaning.

And what does that bunch of mint mean? Is this the kind of puzzle he would leave behind?

"...do you think it's possible," I thought about it, then said to Todd, "that it wasn't the Westland pianist who killed Langdon? Fake it as a pianist's scene?"

It turns out that it's not a good idea to discuss issues with a drunk guy either.

Todd blinked hard for a long time before saying, "For what? Isn't Langdon a criminal? Westland pianists only kill criminals."

Although Todd's vomit smelled like a dead dog, he had a point. WLPD also did say that they received letters from the pianist, it is well known that the pianist's letters are handwritten and it should be impossible for others to imitate the pianist's handwriting.

But in any case, the flower ball woven from mint is still very unexpected.

Speaking of which, decorating a dead body with flowers seems like a Sunday gardener?

"Or, is it the pianist and the gardener who committed the crime together?"

I thought this idea would be ridiculed by others - after all, these two serial killers only had a few episodes in the Norman Brothers case, maybe the two of them didn't know each other at all. But Todd stared blankly ahead. After a while, he muttered, "...Yes, there was another person beside him at the time."

That's all the takeaway from that trip to Syracuse: I got the fake bail bond in Todd's hands, and that's useless, because Westerland has a bunch of people who can make such fake documents. ; and the phone number used by the murderer, which has long been unanswered, and the SIM card has no registration information; and finally, the address of the house Todd sent Bob Langdon to, I checked it myself At one point, the house was empty and, according to the real estate agent, the house had not been sold at all.

Since then, all clues about the gardener or the pianist seem to have been discontinued. But I didn't want to give up, it's my dream to hunt down a ferocious prey - but I don't really want to put my own life in it, it's not contradictory - so I went back to Victoria Stellan then launched his own investigation.

Before leaving Syracuse, I also tried to invite Todd to join my investigation, and I didn't have a ton of cash to bait, so I had to ask "don't you want to know the truth" or something. But the drunken figure, slumped on the sofa, looked at me in horror, as if I had invited him to jump into the crater with me.

"He's right!" Todd told me, in a tone I can only describe with horror. "We shouldn't challenge the unknown."

He's like the guy in an adventure movie who jumps out to stop him before the protagonist goes to find the pharaoh's treasure, and I can't convince Todd that I don't really want to die on this (he seems to believe that I absolutely dead), so things can only be done.

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