Wine and Gun

"The murderer's kidnappings all meet the same criteria: blond, tall, handsome. He's compensating for some kind of desire for someone like that," Olga said slowly. "Some people commit crimes according to the same criteria. It's for venting anger, like Bob Langdon, but not this killer."

"You said he loved them," Albarino suggested.

"Yes," Olga smiled wonderfully, "I think he's picking a 'lover' for himself."

The thing is not very good. The thing that can puncture the run-flat tires equipped with Rolls-Royce must be quite strong and hard; and it is precisely because this series of cars are all equipped with run-flat tires, there is no spare tire in the car at all.

Although there is no problem in driving the car all the way to the destination like this, the tires supported by the specially designed fixed ring can prevent deformation as much as possible - but thinking about driving the car with two flat tires all the way to meet the customer , Driving Westland all the way, Herstal felt a slight uneasiness.

There was another noise from the road, and a dusty Ford sedan in the opposite lane rolled over the dusty road and came to a slow stop beside him. A young man in a jacket jumped out of the car, looking like he was in his early thirties, with black hair combed back into a ponytail.

"Apart from the necessary restraints, the killer did not inflict any additional damage on the victims at the beginning of the imprisonment. The limbs were restrained to prevent them from escaping, and he even provided the victims with good food." Erga said, rubbing his fingers over the close-ups of restraint injuries in the autopsy report.

"But he also sexually assaulted them."

"Yes, because he thinks he loves them, and since the image of the victim in his frantic mind is closer to 'lovers', of course he tends to have intimate physical relationships with them."

This handsome young man put a hand on his forehead, blocking the scorching sun shining on the road at this moment, and shouted loudly, "Sir, do you need any help?"

Whether Herstal wanted to answer him or not, the young man had apparently come on his own accord. At this point, Herstal drove off immediately, as if it was impolite in any way, and looked at the smile on his face—some unknown part of that smile that reminded him of Albarino, unsatisfactory— —then said, "No, no, thank you. I can drive to-"

The other party had already walked to his side. At this time, some details of the other party caught his attention.

The light in his black eyes. His stance, his shoulders taut. The smile on the corner of his mouth and the small dark stain on the cuff.

"But they were killed in the end," Albarino said.

- This is only for a moment.

Because the next moment, the other party rushed towards Herstal, with no intention of strangling Herstal's neck with his hands. The lack of oxygen can make people lose consciousness within a few seconds. Herstal's fingers that had been resting on the door suddenly slammed into the other side with a bang.

The man staggered back, while Herstal swept his ankle sharply, tripping him to the ground.

Olga nodded: "Killed by anger, you look at the traces of excessive killing left by those stab wounds on the neck. After the death of the deceased, the killer continued to cut the neck of the deceased, so much that he almost The head of the deceased is cut off, isn't it?"

"...He loved the dead he chose, but at one point he was angry with the victims, so he had to kill them." Albarino slowly rationalized his thoughts, "Why? He finally realized that he chose Victims are just substitutes for his ethereal fantasies?"

The asphalt was rough and scalding, and Herstal knelt over the man, one hand stuck by his throat, the other pulling a butterfly knife from the inside pocket of his suit—though knives without a gauntlet never did. It's not his preferred type. How many people have accidentally stabbed a knife on a hard bone when committing a murder, causing them to slip forward from the handle of the knife and cut their fingers by the blade. For those CSIs, conviction is all that's needed for that tiny drop of blood - but there's not much choice now, he grabs the other guy by the throat, and a light knife flings the blade out of its sheath, then charges stabbed the opponent in the eye.

The other party hurriedly stretched out a hand to block in front of him, the blade of the butterfly knife deeply pierced into his palm, and blood dripped down the blood groove of the blade, dripping on the young man's face in a mess. There was a growl of pain in his throat, and his other hand was fumbling somewhere under him.

The opponent's arm was tensed, shaking against the blade, making it almost impossible to stab the knife straight in. Herstal tightened the fingers holding the opponent's throat, but at this moment, the opponent twisted suddenly and lifted him off his body with force.

The next second, something slammed into Herstal's abdomen. At the beginning, it was a spasm, a dull pain like being slammed by something, and then—

That's a shocker. Before Herstal's eyes fell into darkness, he thought.

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