Wine and Gun

Defense lawyers also had the right to see all the evidence in the case related to his client, and they piled up a table of photos of the scene and autopsy reports, which showed the red-clothed beauty's hideous and swollen face, without grace. Arguably. Albarino imagined Herstal half-kneeling next to the corpse, leaving fake fingerprints for the murder weapon, trapped in the tiny aperture delineated by the dim streetlight.

And now Herstal was looking down at those photos, at a part of his work, with a calm, unsympathetic gaze, as if it really had nothing to do with him.

The bright white light of the interrogation room fell over their heads, and Herstal's eyelashes looked almost silver in the light.

Some white, tiny plants, he thought, depicting in his mind the scene where the clumps of flowers fell from between the other's hair. Perhaps it was yarrow, "the medicine of Achilles". Achilles avenged the death of his best friend Patroclus despite being discouraged by killing Hector. According to legend, when he was wounded on the battlefield. When the time comes, use yarrow to heal yourself.

Herstal raised his eyes to look at him.

Albarino tapped lightly on the table with his knuckles, and saw his eyelashes and eyelids cast a dull shadow over the blue iris, those mottled pigment spots and sheer patterns that made them look colorful Especially magnificent. Albariño added new words to the list: delphinium and blue cart jú, of course, the most traditional choice can never go wrong; or blue forget-me-not, a small flower ball that can be combined with Western The white flowers of the yarrow go together; or the iris, of course it's a challenge to pair that larger flower with the other varieties...

"Albarino?" Herstal raised his voice, frowning. "Aren't you listening to us?"

"Almost not listening," Albarino responded with a defiant smile. "Aren't you there?"

Herstal stared at him sullenly.

It was at this time that Officer Hardy's cell phone beeped, and he glanced down, then froze.

"Bart?" Albarino asked sweetly.

Bart raised his head and looked at him, his eyes dark and unbelievable, and he whispered: "The news from Bates, he said that he found traces of burning something in the tool shed behind your house, and he also said in a low voice. What looked like bone remains were found there."

Herstal glanced at Albarino again, there was no surprised expression on the other's face at all, and he was still smiling.

"What's the matter, Al?" Hardy asked nicely, though it sounded like he was grinding his teeth.

"I don't know why, I now feel that no matter how I explain it, it's hard to believe." Albarino pondered with a smile, "If this goes on, I will even suspect that I really killed people—so it's better to do this. , you still handle this case according to the procedure, in any case, let's talk about it after the test report comes out."

Hardy glared at him, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, clearly annoyed by the languid attitude. They've always worked so well together, so he's long neglected how irritating Albarino can be when he's going toe-to-toe with people.

He stood up abruptly and completely gave up continuing this conversation: "Okay, I'll talk to you after the test report comes out. Before that, I'm willing to give you and your lawyer another ten minutes to talk, Then I'll have someone take you to the cell."

Albarino raised his eyebrows: the cells in which the Westland Police Department was temporarily imprisoned were not very comfortable.

But he didn't make any more demands, otherwise it would definitely make Bart really angry. Hardy walked out with heavy steps. There were only two people left in the room, and the little red lights on the surveillance cameras were staring at them like ghost eyes.

Albarino waited calmly until the surveillance camera lights went out again, like a tiny candle that went out. Then he asked calmly, "Is this what you want to see?"

He believed that Herstal's ultimate goal was not to put him in jail through a botched set-up -- not even if he cites the fact that he drank too much that night -- and as a lawyer, Herstal was very knowledgeable. There is insufficient evidence to establish the case, and if Albarino is willing to hire a good lawyer, he will likely be acquitted.

And the most important thing is: after all, people were not murdered by homicide at all. As long as the real murderer is caught, Albarino can immediately prove his innocence. No matter how you do it, there is no real insurance against framing while the real killer is at large.

Therefore, framing him and imprisoning him was just a matter of convenience. Hestal would be happy to see him succeed, but he probably wouldn't ask for it if he couldn't.

Albarino guesses that Herstal is still more interested in knowing what the CSI team can find in Albarino's house: Sunday gardener, most of the bodies presented to the public are incomplete , he would remove parts of the corpse as he saw fit, and those fragments were never found. What the hell did he do with those corpses? Did he bury the wreckage so deep in the ground that he could only fall asleep while lying on it? This is a question that many people have thought about.

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