Chapter 331

Albarino snorted something vaguely behind him, a series of indecipherable babble, making it difficult to judge whether he was really awake or deliberately showing a vulnerable side. With it, anything is possible.

Herstal ignored him, but reached out and grabbed his mobile phone from the cabinet. When he pressed the answer button, a broken, familiar-sounding sob came from the phone.

——The voice pierced into his heart like a small needle, making him stiff for a while, and a numbness from the spine for no reason. Perhaps, before he realized whose voice it was, his intuition had already indicated the worst outcome to him.

Albarino was obviously aware of his abnormality. Herstal heard the other party take a breath, and then spit it out slowly. When he spoke, his tone was still slightly sleepy: "What's wrong?"

And Herstal asked the person on the other side of the phone, "Miss Delphine?"

He had already heard it, and although the female voice on the phone was broken by sobbing, he was still quite sure that it was Aurelie Delphine who was calling. Why did she call late at night? After seeing that side at the police station, the other party should have been disdainful of messing with him.

"You're right," Aurelie whispered on the other side of the phone, her voice oddly mingled with stuttering gasps, as if in agony. "Courage takes... a lot."

The end of this sentence was stretched into a groan, which sounded frightening. Herstal frowned. He propped himself up a little with his arms and continued to ask, "Miss Delphine, where are you now? Do you need help?"

"I envy you." O'Reilly's voice was stained with tears, and every word she said trembled, "There is a way to let go of the past, you can, you can start a new life... You can even defend him , I also want to make myself not care..."

I never cared. Hestal thought so, his fingers tightening his grip on the phone, blood flow will decrease when the capillaries are compressed, and his knuckles are as pale as bones under the flash of lightning from time to time. .

At this moment Herstal really wished Aurelie was just—say, in the midst of getting drunk and calling someone to vent her nervousness, but his gut told him otherwise. On the other side of the shop, Albarino got up with a sullen face and started to call Hardy.

"...But I can't hold on anymore." Aurelie said sobbing.

The sound pierced the sound of the rain sharply, causing his fingers to feel some strange tingling. Me too. He thought—the thought came to his mind without even Herstal himself realizing it. Me too. The thought was so clear, but it seemed to him a strange visitor: he never allowed such thoughts to arise in his mind, and any thoughts that looked like "admitting defeat" were intolerable to him, but they still appeared like this .

And the other party's voice soon became lower and more muffled, it was a strange mix of "help me" and "I don't want to die", "I still want to live", and then Herstal heard There was a loud noise over the phone, and Aurelie Delphine started screaming, and kept screaming, and then—

click.

Then the phone hangs up abruptly, as if cutting off a life. Herstal still held up the phone, but nothing came out of the speakers.

Bart Hardy, in a raincoat, ushered Albarino from his car parked outside the blockade to the crime scene. It was less than six o'clock in the morning, and the weather was as dark as the end of the world because of the increasing rain. .

Officer Hardy had done his best to wrap himself tightly in a raincoat, but it was obviously useless. His face was covered in rain, the hair on his forehead was wet tightly against his forehead, and the rain dripped down his eyebrows and into his eyes. Albarino held an umbrella, but the umbrella shook wildly under the ravages of the strong wind. By the time he crossed the blockade and walked deep into the alley, the clothes below his chest were soaked through, as if swimming in a flood of water. Like a circle.

From time to time, a dull thunder rolled through the sky, and the lightning made everyone's faces very pale. The police officers propped up a piece of plastic sheeting in the alley, trying to protect the outdoor crime scene, but this move was completely futile: the ground was overflowing with sewage, and there was a rancid smell of garbage, and any evidence would be there. It was completely destroyed by such a heavy rain.

Then, in the midst of floating garbage and dirty oil star sewage, Albarino saw Aurelie Delphine.

That beautiful face was soaked in blood, and if he hadn't been mentally prepared for this, Albarino would never have been able to identify the other party as Aureli before the DNA test report came out. The face that should have been neat was covered with large and small knife marks. Some kind of sharp blade cut off her lips and nose, poked her eyeball with the tip of the knife, and the glass body mixed with blood and water all the way down. Not to mention the severed fingers, the belly slashed with a knife, the intestines and other organs torn out and scattered on the floor. Blood spreads along the dirty ground like a blood-red river.

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