Wine and Gun

"I will." Albarino said suddenly.

Both Hardy and Herstal stared at him.

Albarino shrugged: "What? My house was basically built from scratch by me, and I even installed the wires in the house. Living so far from the city, Of course I have a backup generator in my basement."

Hardy was silent for two seconds, then said slowly, "So what you mean is... can you go through this goddamn bào wind and snow to start that backup generator a thousand meters away?"

"Why not give it a try?" Albarino answered happily.

Note:

[1] Great Lake Effect: refers to the cold air encounters a large area of ​​unfrozen water surface (usually a lake) to obtain water vapor and heat energy, and then forms precipitation, snowfall, fog and other phenomena on the windward shore of the lake, usually in the form of snow. form appears.

Set in Upper Westland on the coast of the Great Lakes region, near New York State, cities in this region often experience bào snow disasters in winter.

Chapter 53 Let it Snow 04

The young police officer named Alexander struggled to open the back door of the WLPD—the thickness of the metal door and the blizzard outside made it extraordinarily difficult.

Hardy stood a metre away, with a security guard with a keychain behind him: they locked most of the doors after the case, and now the guard has the only set of keys. Hardy, looking at the young police officer, Albarino, and Herstal with a rather stern look, asked, "Is it really okay for the three of you to go? I can go with you."

"What you need most is to stay and catch the murderer, and we're just going to operate the generator. If there isn't a big-footed snowman hiding outside, I think it's basically fine." Albarino said briskly. Said, "After all, we can't live with flashlights all the time, right? Besides, the two of us can't help much by staying there."

Indeed, the darkness aggravated the uneasy atmosphere in the hall, and if this went on, the bloody police officers would bào move. Hardy has never dealt with many of them, and he really doesn't need to face more accusations of "are you taking us all as suspects" in the dark - because the answer is obviously "yes".

Herstal looked at Hardy and the security guard, and then asked thoughtfully, "Are there no keys to the locked doors of this building other than those in your hands?"

"There is another spare, which is kept in the drawer of the security guard's office, and the key of the drawer is carried by the person on duty," the man replied quickly, "and there are special rooms, such as the archives, storage The extra tear gas and the rooms with taser stun guns, the keys are kept by special police officers and not under our control.”

Herstal frowned, apparently thinking, until Albarino touched his elbow and said with a smile, "Come on, Detective, we'd better go and get back."

So they walked into the wind and snow like this, the wind was stronger than they thought, almost to the point that it was unsteady to stand, and the snow particles hit them in pain. And behind them, the heavy door was slowly closed, and Hardy would leave the two there waiting for them to come back, but the way back was quickly engulfed by darkness.

They walked towards their destination - but the distance of a few hundred meters was surprisingly long in such a bad weather environment. The surroundings were completely dark, the windows of all the buildings and the lights of the street lamps were all extinguished. After the snow curtain was torn off a corner, the silhouettes of huge blocks would occasionally be revealed.

The snow had gone past the ankles and had piled up fluffy and slippery. Albarino reached for Herstal's arm, and the flashlight in the hand of the young policeman leading the way flickered in the darkness like a dying firefly.

It's hard to count how long they walked, anyway, until Albarino's fingers were already sore from numbness. "We're here," Alexander said.

Albarino used to park in the parking lot behind the police station, but he also had to admit that he had never seen the power transformer room and the generator room next to him, these two small houses in the wind and snow. It looked like two small coffins.

In fact, "house" is a very polite adjective, because the generator room is actually a silent box with a door: it has no technical content at all, a layer of iron with no features, a layer of sound-absorbing material inside, and a metal box. A complete set of ventilation and smoke extraction equipment is installed on it; the content is quite complete, but it is not very friendly to those who are about to squeeze in.

The door to the generator room was also locked. Alexander had just brought the key from the security guard, and his fingers were stiff and clumsy. It took three tries to open the door. The seldom-used door made a long, unmaintained squeak and was swallowed by the wind and snow.

Albarino took a look inside, and saw the whole picture of this small generator room in front of the light of the flashlight in his hand: "Obviously, when they first planned, the building area was limited, and they squeezed it inside. Two generators - really small inside."

There's no way to do this. The generator room is not originally used for people to avoid the bào wind and snow. The place inside is crowded with two generators, which is really difficult for people to settle down.

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