Wine and Gun

Of course Olga didn't say his name, because it was an "anonymous" mutual aid society, and it was up to him how he planned to introduce himself.

So to that question, Herstal just had to answer "yes," and give the lady a gentle squeeze on the soft fingertips, and whatever he reacted to it could be explained by psychological trauma. The lady led him through the narrow corridor of the small theater, introducing him to the mutual aid society as she walked.

In fact, in most cases Olga had told him before: participants are not required to participate in every meeting of the mutual aid association, basically free to come and go, it is okay to be late and leave early, but only those who are recommended can join mutual aid. The recommendation system guarantees the confidentiality of the mutual aid club. According to the woman with the ginger hair, it is because of this that many "identity-sensitive" members join their mutual aid club.

Herstal doesn't know how sensitive this "identity sensitivity" is, but obviously, if a person is famous in his own industry, he may not want to let others know that he participated in the sexual assault creation mutual aid society.

After another turn along the corridor, they entered the interior of the small theater. There are about 20 or 30 members of the mutual aid association. Now they are all sparsely sitting in the front rows of the auditorium of the small theater. There is a chair in front of the stage, and a girl who looks at most fifteen or sixteen years old is sitting there. He was red-eyed and whispered about his experience.

In general, Herstal doesn't like to be late, but he apparently missed the start of the meeting, apparently misestimating the size of the traffic jam caused by the snow.

When Herstal took the seat in the corner of the fourth row of the auditorium, guided by the lady, the girl was almost finished. She wiped the corners of her eyes and slid off the stool silently.

Hestal took this opportunity to observe the members of the mutual aid society: he was sitting at the back, so he could only see the backs of several rows of heads, but even so, it could be seen that the mutual aid society was still dominated by women. The results are not surprising given the ratio of male to female victims in such cases.

So now he's dealing with a lot of heartbreaking, real-life stories of sexual assault — a fact that parts of it do make Herstal uncomfortable; the part of the girl who told about her "trauma" in front of her.

- Some people will question whether serial killers have a moral code of their own. Believe it or not, Herstal does have a code of ethics, and he hates sexual assault very, very much.

He wasn't really traumatized by the killer Qiángni's incident, but he was also very disgusted with some parts of the incident. It was these parts that reminded him constantly that no one can really let go of their past, and that feeling of powerlessness made him very unpleasant.

Because criminal psychologists are often right about the childhood experiences of serial killers: they do not escape childhood shadows throughout their lives.

"Okay, thank you for sharing your story with us, Amy." At this moment, the ginger-haired lady said in a soft voice, while Herstal sat at the back and reached out to rub his eyebrows. , "So, who wants to share next?"

Someone in the front row raised his hand, followed by a low screech of fabric rubbing, and the sound of others sitting next to that person making way for the speaker. After more than ten seconds, the new speaker dexterously walked around the stage and stood in front of the members of the mutual aid association.

—Or to put it another way: Herstal’s head really started to hurt when he saw the familiar face of Albarino Bacchus.

Herstal stared at each other for a few seconds: Albarino looked no different from half a month ago. He couldn't see whether the wounds had healed well under the cover of the fabric of his shirt. also suffer from pain.

The hair on the back of Albarino's head is still particularly messy, which may have something to do with the part of the hair that was shaved to suture the wound. Herstal guessed that they had grown short stubble, and he could almost trace his finger through in his mind. past the touch of those hairs.

It was a long second, not sure if it should be classified as a shock, Herstal stared at the stage, and Albarino's mouth did not smile, but the sharp green eyes were full of Herstal was swept over with an impossibly suggestive look.

Of course, Albarino must have noticed Herstal as soon as he entered the door.

And then Herstal realized with hindsight: they were clearly going to be in this situation, and he should have realized it in the first place. Albarino apparently also went to a mutual aid club to maintain his image as a mentally fragile ordinary person; the pianist's case was too much attention, and he must not show any abnormality in front of so many police officers.

And he will definitely not go to see a psychiatrist. Lying in front of a psychiatrist once a week is a tiring job. Compared with that, a mutual aid meeting without the participation of professional psychological practitioners is of course a good choice.

Since both of them were involved in the unreal sexual assault case by mistake, it is not impossible for them to appear at the scene of a psychological mutual aid meeting. Not to mention that both of them knew Olga Molozze, and it certainly made sense to attend a specific mutual aid club through Olga's introduction.

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