Wine and Gun

During the debridement, the doctor shaved off the hair around the wound, which made the opening look even more swollen.

"God, that makes sense." Bates murmured pale, "After we took those photos down, we saw some blood on the wallpaper, and the blood must have been rubbing against this part of the fight. Up."

"Didn't the pianist's blood be found?" McCard asked—actually, according to the procedure, he shouldn't be here. This is not an interstate case. The FBI has no right to intervene when WLPD does not apply, and WLPD certainly did not apply. McCard's BAU colleagues are now flying back to Quantico, and he's the only one left here.

"According to the current DNA test results, no." Bates shook his head in distress, "Not even in Al's fingernails. The pianist tied his hand during the murder, and he didn't even have a chance to scratch the opponent. nothing."

Hardy sighed.

"Fortunately, he didn't have a concussion." Olga comforted, although under the current circumstances, this was not much comfort.

"I was very dizzy and he kept strangling my neck," Albarino said. "Then he rode on my waist and tied my wrists."

The bruises left by the pinch marks on Albarino's neck have turned purple. According to the marks of the bruises, the height of the murderer can be inferred, but it can only be said that he is not short and has no reference value— - This trace is close to his throat, and it looks like a circle of blue and purple collars, a hideous mark of shame.

"You don't know who he is at all?" Olga couldn't help asking.

Albarino glanced at her, his eyes calm, but his voice did not sound like this: "I have some assumptions, Olga - he punched with his left hand, he tied me with a piano string. I can at least Guess-"

Olga reached out and covered the back of his hand, and Albarino took a sudden breath, then tried to calm down.

"Sorry," Albarino whispered. He was silent for a while before continuing, "...he cut my clothes with a knife, and then—"

Olga's fingers tightened on his hand.

"Did he look at your face the whole time?" Olga whispered.

"I looked at his face too!" Albarino raised his voice abruptly, his voice trembling, "While he stabbed me in the stomach with a knife! I couldn't—I didn't—"

"Shh," Olga whispered to comfort him, and she leaned a little closer, "It's alright, Al."

"I don't think it's really okay," Albarino gān smirked. "Fortunately, he was more than happy to choke me, so I passed out in the end - it's over, really kind."

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, his voice trembling. He didn't let Olga remove his hand, but sank a little deeper into the pillow. After a moment, he said softly, "I'm sorry, but I don't think my testimony will be of any use, and I can't provide more evidence—except that I may be covered in evidence."

Olga looked at him for a while, then asked cautiously, "...you don't know what he did after that, did you?"

"Why can't your bluetooth be connected?" Herstal shouted from the study, and the tense voice was the last angry shout he had made at this time.

"Are you kidding me?" Albarino shouted back angrily, he felt that his belly didn't bleed much, which was a good sign, "You used the victim's computer and printer to print and pat the victim. Photos of private parts, and then you have to ask the victim why the bluetooth can’t connect?!”

Herstal did not speak, and Albarino heard him sigh distinctly.

"Okay, okay, can you try a few more times first?" Albarino felt himself rolling his eyes at the ceiling, and the sarcasm in his voice was so strong that it overflowed, "I will replace the equipment next time. Yes, if you are willing to condescend to come back to me again in the future."

"...he took my picture," Albarino repeated slowly, in disbelief.

"I'm afraid yes, and then printed it out with the printer you put in the study." Olga nodded, looking at the other's pale face sympathetically, "And to be honest, we have a little suspicion that he took it with your mobile phone. ."

Albarino was silent for a while, then asked tentatively, "Why? Did you find other fingerprints on my phone?"

Olga glanced at him, then shook his head slightly: "It was the conclusion that the technical department came to after the inspection, your computer was connected to your mobile phone's Bluetooth, and he transferred the files to the computer like that - but we didn't find it. There is no result of your mobile phone and positioning, it is possible that he took them all away after taking off the card."

Herstal, without a rubber glove on one hand, poked at the screen of Albarino's mobile phone and asked, "What's the password?"

"Even if you are a murderer, you are a particularly rude murderer." The towel on Albarino's abdomen was soaked red, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to faint soon.

But in this case, he still has the strength to mock.

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