Wine and Gun

"Who knows this officer?" she asked aloud.

A policeman in the crowd raised his hand hesitantly: "Uh...he's my friend."

"Is he left-handed?" Olga lowered her head again to look at the information in her hand, her voice being very perfunctory.

"Yes." The policeman frowned and said in confusion.

"Okay, then he's not the murderer." Olga threw the photo away, shrugged her shoulders, and hurriedly flipped through a few pieces of paper, "and your secretary, the former Pennsylvania state trooper, to him and you Does anyone have anything to say?"

"He took bribes," Herstal said abruptly.

"...he what?" Hardy's voice rose sharply. Apparently, even Hardy doesn't know some dirty little secrets about WLPD's upper echelons.

"So - I'm pretty sure he could be bribed, not that I actually tried it." Herstal gave Officer Hardy a metaphorical smile that no one would be foolish enough to really imagine. The phrase "haven't tried".

"Very well, then he's not the murderer either." Olga muttered, throwing away more papers.

McCard said disapprovingly: "Wait a minute, I don't think—"

"When you are in a police station carefully waiting for the opportunity to take revenge on others, and take bribes at the risk of being reported? Ordinary people won't do this, it's a matter of probability." Olga shook his head and flipped it again. She took out a folder, and then her eyes lit up: "Ha!"

Then everyone watched helplessly as she held the folder and stepped on the pile of borrowed papers on the ground, walked straight to the security guard just now, raised her hand rudely and stuffed the folder under his nose .

"Do you know the person on this document?" she asked bluntly.

"... eh? I know." The security guard replied in confusion, wincing almost in shock, which is the normal reaction of someone watching a folder hit his head, "This is— —”

Olga interrupted him crisply, obviously not willing to listen to his nonsense at all: "Which colleague is she having sex with? Or is she having sex with you?"

"What?!" The security guard's eyes widened, and he cried out, "God, of course I didn't go to bed with her! You—?"

"I'm just asking a question, you can answer it." Olga said slowly, blinking as if she knew a secret, "But looking at your reaction, of course she is maintaining an intimate relationship with whom Okay? I'll ask again, the answer to the question is crucial to this case: Is she keeping up with the chuáng?"

"Uh—well, she's close to a colleague of mine," Judging from the hesitant look, the relationship must be unusually "close". "She and Brown are together from time to time..."

Olga didn't finish hearing this sentence, she obviously didn't care who was with which Brown, or who Brown was. She nodded briefly and threw the security guard, who was obviously still stunned, on the spot. Gān turned around and returned to Hardy, and slammed the thing in her hand on the table in front of Hardy.

"This man is the murderer," she said succinctly.

There was a one-year work contract on the table, Hardy turned two pages, frowning more and more tightly: "Olga, this contract is this... Blanca Areola, is a woman, she Was a cleaner for WLPD."

"The average profiler would think serial killers are white males simply because there are vastly more males than females, and they're basically white, which is statistically significant, but in reality—" Olga stretched her voice lazily.

"We apply the theory to reality, and most of the time, the results are good," McCard replied through gritted teeth. "That's why we're scientists, not mediums."

Herstal silently swept across the patch of land on the ground: Sometimes, Olga did act like a psychic.

Olga shook his head and spoke quickly when he spoke:

"Look, she fits the profile: 1.73 meters tall, she came to work at WLPD almost two years ago. The cleaning job ensures that she is stronger than the average woman, but it is not enough to overthrow the male police; it also guarantees that she will be in the Repeatedly walking between floors was enough to give her some understanding of the interior of the police building within two years."

"Not to mention that she seems to maintain a physical relationship with a man in charge of security. Do you think it would be difficult for her to get the keys to most of the police station there?"

Hardy pondered for a while, then said, "Then, in your opinion, when these two cases happened..."

"She killed the first person and came out of the bathroom, and for the others they had nowhere to go because they had to go through the hall to get to the other floors, but for this Areola there was no This annoyance," Herstal thought, saying slowly, "If she has the keys, she can go out through the back door we go to the parking lot."

"Then she can of course avoid the inspection," Olga looked at Herstal approvingly and continued, "she can continue westward along the corner, there is another side door in that direction, open the door and go back to Inside the police station, you can go upstairs directly from the freight elevator along the corridor. There is no direct access to the freight elevator from the lobby because the door to the elevator is locked, but you can come in through the side door.”

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