Wine and Gun

"No. It's nothing," he said, and then he thought about it, then asked, "Where is your first stop?"

"Westland," Olga replied.

Albarino looked at Olga Molozze.

Olga didn't miss the flash of surprise that flashed very quickly in his eyes, which was a very rare expression for the person in front of him, worthy of being framed in a glass frame and hanging in the center of the hall. But this extremely elusive expression was quickly hidden by him, and Albarino quickly asked in a brisk tone: "How did you find me?"

"If you're asking about the location of this cabin, I've followed you. I've only followed you once in four years, so you're considered very cautious." Olga waved her hand, her voice still lazily, "But, You're not asking about the cabin, are you?"

Albarino responded with a polite smile, and it was difficult to guess what he was thinking: "You know exactly what I'm asking."

"Then you're not going to let me in? I always feel that it's not polite to speak to the guests while standing at the door." Olga pointed to the room and said with a smile.

Albarino gave her a deep look, and in the end said nothing, but silently stepped back to the side to give her the way to enter. He seemed to have no intention of concealing the existence of the knife in his hand from Olga, but held the handle of the knife loosely, turned a knife flower, and casually held the sharp weapon in his hand.

Olga didn't even look at the knife, as if it wasn't something to worry about. She staggered into the room with a cane in one hand, and glanced between the table and the severed hand on the table.

Then she quickly found herself a seat—a narrow table by the window. She is indeed the type who would rather look down at others even if she sits down. According to Albarino, this is the most fatal kind of God complex. Albarino watched her finish on the table, dangling his legs in a leisurely manner, and then suddenly said, "You don't have to worry about the skeletons of dead people being piled on it."

"That's what Bart or Hunter would be worried about," Olga replied nonchalantly, "but as you say, it's just the bones of the dead."

Looking at her attitude, Albarino actually understands why McArdle was worried that she would turn to the villain as soon as she turned her head. But in the end he just nodded and said, "Then tell me your story."

"In the first year I joined BAU, there was an internal seminar for Sunday gardeners." Olga shrugged and said in a flat tone, "At that time, Bart was not in charge of this series of cases, and WLPD's then The director didn't mind solving the case as soon as possible. In short, they were interested in cooperating with the FBI. So, the police officer who was in charge of the case flew to Quantico with another booklet: They did a preliminary investigation according to the original profile. A series of possible suspects brought the basic information of these suspects to the behavior analysis department."

Albarino thought for a while, and asked in an unsurprised tone, "Is there me in those documents?"

Olga raised his eyebrows: "There must be you. Your age, occupation, professional skills, geographical location - you were already working in the Forensic Bureau at that time, and if you were the murderer, you didn't even have to return to the scene! "

"But they didn't even question me in the end," Albarino noted.

"McCard was not the head of BAU at the time, and I was just a freshman who just graduated from Quantico. As a result, the head at the time screened you out in the first round." Olga turned the page quite indecently. Rolled his eyes, his anger was palpable, "The people in charge at the time thought they were looking for an artistic guy--I don't know how they turned a blind eye to your overflowing artistic cells--Unfortunately, you I don't have artist parents, I don't have a particularly obvious artistic hobby, I don't participate in art auctions, I don't even put a gramophone at home to play classical music... So of course, you're not a serial killer in their eyes."

Albarino seemed to be amused: "Oh, then you can see my overflowing artistic cells?"

"You have a mother who had a white flower on her temples and a white dress and chose to commit suicide by throwing herself into the lake in the early morning. You haven't rescued her yet. Doesn't that explain the problem?" Olga opened her eyes exaggeratedly and asked rhetorically. .

"Ordinary people don't think that this can explain anything." Albarino replied gently, and he lowered his eyes slightly when he said this, like the expression that ordinary people would show when recalling some warm past. Going up is downright creepy.

"People don't like to quote that when they write detective stories - 'A logician doesn't need to see or hear about the Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls, he can infer from a drop of water that it might exist'." Orr He blinked his eyes and his voice was very relaxed, "It's all the same reason: because most profilers believe in the influence of family on serial killers, the profiles of those suspects are accompanied by details of your parents; your parents' behavior in life. No reproach, no nüè to treat you or sexually assault you...but the information about Shana Bacchus is really interesting."

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