Chapter 215

Albari Norbert paused, then said, "Uh... actually, she admitted to me that she was with George Robb when the seventh case happened."

"Interesting, at this moment, we have to sigh how much impact coincidences will have on our lives." Olga sighed slowly, "And you won't go because of this basically unverifiable testimony. Turn on McCard, right?"

"Why do you think this way? You should know that people of the McCard type don't like me very much even when it comes to picking a partner." Albarino asked with interest.

Olga glanced at him, as if the answer was obvious: "Because, as I said, Areola is dead, her testimony is difficult to corroborate, and she is a serial linker who is likely to have spiritual problems. Killer, the position is not credible. Besides, you certainly wouldn't do that: what's the point of that?"

"So we'll all keep silent," Albarino stretched his voice thoughtfully, "until—"

"Until the situation is broken again, until someone crosses that fuzzy boundary, whether it is from here to there or from there to here." Olga snorted softly, "Al, I am more Wondering, what would you do next if Blanca Areola wasn't distracted enough to get hit by me?"

Albarino looked at Olga.

Olga still stared at the dimly lit ground ahead, where a plastic dummy with mutilated limbs stood, like a terrifying version of Venus. Then she said: "Because obviously you managed to pry the handcuffs off - seriously, I don't think it's weird that you carry paper clips with you - and from what I understand you have a gun on you. Isn't it? She doesn't seem to search you."

Albarino looked at her for a moment, then admitted, "You're very observant."

"Just because I know you well enough, it's not something to be proud of." Olga brushed it off lightly, "But then? I guess you didn't expect things to develop to the point of Russian roulette at first, probably even A Leola all thought our choice was that one of them would plead guilty - but suppose the last gun was in McCard's hand, with the last bullet in it, and that bullet was about to be shepherd at me: what would you do? like?"

Olga paused meaningfully.

"Are you going to risk your life to stop what's going to happen next?" Her voice was eerily brisk, and she seemed to have pure curiosity, "or would you just stand by and watch?"

Albarino looked at her, his lips moved as if he was about to say the answer - Olga didn't think he really knew what the answer was, or he wasn't sure if what he was about to say was the truth - —But at this very moment, Herstal Armalite appeared at the top of the stairs, his brows furrowed, his shoulders and hair covered with snow.

"Albarino," he interrupted the conversation smoothly, "come here."

Albarino glanced at Olga again.

"Your boyfriend called you." The profiler said sweetly.

Everyone else stayed upstairs to deal with the crime scene, and McCard was apparently out the door and didn't know where to go. Albarino and Hestal went down the stairs. There was no one downstairs. The scattered dummies and the dark shadows added a lot of bleak color to the clothing store that had been closed for a long time.

"How much of this was planned by you?" Herstal asked in a low voice as soon as the two of them stood still, "At least that plan of Blanca Areola was your idea, right? ?"

"Is my personal color so obvious?" Albarino asked back with a smile, but something in the other's eyes made him smile quickly, he spread his hands, and said in an almost innocent tone: "That's it , I didn't think the offender in this case was a woman at first, and her target was Lavasa McCard - I was curious."

Herstal snorted coldly: "Ah, 'I'm very curious'. So when you are obviously better than Areola, let her shoot you with a gun and take you to this kind of hell. Come, just to watch two profilers play Russian roulette in front of you—"

"And I thought you wouldn't come to save me." Albarino shook his head, obviously not taking his accusations seriously, "I thought that from the standpoint that you have been particularly entangled in these days, you Would think it would be a good idea to let me die here so you might not be as bothered as before."

He stared straight at Herstal, and the next second - somehow - Herstal was shoved against the wall by him, Albarino's lips still warm, rubbing so delicately over the skin of Herstal's mouth.

He whispered, "But I saw the bell--are you worried about me, pianist?"

Herstal tilted his head to one side, trying to avoid Albarino's kiss. His voice was on the verge of an extremely fierce anger: "Have you ever thought about how things will end - after so many cases, you still recklessly expose yourself in front of two top profilers. Or maybe you just want this kind of excitement and haven't thought about it at all..."

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