Wine and Gun

And old Hunter even showed me his notes, and he was really collecting news about serial killers on purpose, "Just catch one of them and you'll be lying on the beach in Malibu drinking shit in no time. drunk," he said.

It sounded like a really good dream, and I immediately expressed my gratitude.

So he just smacked his lips at me, looking very annoyed. And I just want to quickly finish this order and leave this place, I really hate the rainy days in Westland.

I'm living in a motel right now, and there's a couple next door having sex, and I'm going to smash the wall at this rate.

All in all, take a good rest, and you will have a lot of work tomorrow.

October 14, 2016

I think I've found Langdon's trail.

This is news from another gas station. They said that a person who matched my description used to refuel at this gas station three days ago, and then continued to drive north - this gas station is not only inconspicuous, but also with the main gān It's a hundred and eight thousand miles away, and Langdon was able to find this place, and I'm sorry for despising him so much before.

I hope he's not going to smuggle into Mexico or something right now, if he hits the interstate, I'll probably never find him in my life. But it's easy to see police cars on those roads, and I don't think he'd take the risk.

I'm currently searching the town, and he always has to stop and rest. There are many small towns nearby, and not many people will pay attention to his whereabouts.

Today's log is very short, I'm either on the road or searching for a motel, this kind of work is exhausting and I need to rest.

October 15, 2016

I knew I was approaching him, Langdon had been in this town, and the waitress at a fast food restaurant had an impression of him: because he was always "secret, nervous watching TV."

That poor guy may be afraid that his wanted notice will appear on the TV. I don't know if he is clear or not. The police will not be looking for suspects who have abandoned bail and absconded on TV.

But he wasn't in this town. According to the waitress, he should have continued driving after lunch. Maybe he was in the next town, or the next town, but I had to stay: it rained so hard today, and the temperature was surprisingly cold. When I found the waitress and it was late, I probably should have stayed one night before leaving, given the muddy conditions outside.

After checking into the hotel Mr. Smith called to ask how I was doing, I don't know if he was happy with the progress, after all he sounded like he wasn't happy with me, his life and the world.

But I understand him, after all, he is the one who has a bail of 150,000 yuan.

"Thank you very much for your efforts anyway," he said politely, "you are doing something that I can't do and have no time to do."

Of course, he's only risking getting the suspect out of jail, and I'm taking the suspect back at risk - not that I think I'm more noble than him, but there are always people who are Do something good, right?

I know it doesn't do anyone any good for someone like Langdon to get away with impunity, and I'm lying on the bed with his disgusting red face in my head.

October 16, 2016

I'm in the hospital emergency room while I'm writing this diary - that Langdon son of a bitch really likes stabbing people, just see what he did to his ex-wife. This bastard drove a dòng in my shoulder, fuck it.

—Well, I should have said it all over again: I found him, and dragged him out of the craziest motel I could imagine after traveling two towns since this morning. And this guy was apparently on the run and drinking too much, and the smell on him was unimaginable.

Still, the bastard took the time to stab me in the shoulder. I couldn't tell from the pictures, he was so strong that we had to fight in the motel, smashed mirrors and glass sliding doors, and I ended up hitting him with the butt of a gun.

Now I'm lining up in the emergency room for the stitches, and Langdon is tied up in the car by me. In the middle of the night, it was the busiest time of the emergency room, and I felt that there might not be a nurse coming to see me when I was bleeding.

I'm in a transitional phase between grinning in pain and boredom, and can only distract myself by flipping through the Westland Daily News provided by the ER - who reads the paper in the ER? --Well, I.

It turned out that this was the newspaper from days ago, and it was still reporting that the Westland pianist killed a mob boss, and he put the guy on a stake and planted a tree in the apple orchard, what happened At that time, photos were everywhere on the Internet, and it looked like some kind of cult scene.

The newspaper was an interview with that profiler at WLPD, and I read it for a while. Before the nurse came to me, I inevitably smeared that page with blood:

"Westland pianists are dangerous," Ms. Olga Molozze, a professor of criminal psychology at Westland State University, told us after our reporter finished interviewing Officer Hardy. "A lot of people because of him. The target of murder is often chosen to have a criminal record, and so will think he is a vigilante—or at least, that he himself will think he represents a justice that transcends the law, but he is not.

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