Wine and Gun

Herstal was not looking at him, just in the direction of the door: the apartment door was still not fully closed, revealing a gap, and the light from the room shone in, casting an ominous glow along the crack of the door.

The choice Herstal was facing seemed obvious: it was a row of second-story apartments along the street, and I didn't know how soundproofed it was, or whether Billy lived alone or shared with others. Obviously, every aspect of things is in question, and this is not the right moment for Herstal -- or the Westland pianist -- to come out.

Albarino waited for the other party to make a choice, and Herstal must have considered these details in his heart, but in the end he heard Herstal scolding in a low voice and jumped out of the car.

Albarino smiled, followed him out of the car, and ran towards the apartment while putting on the gloves in his pocket - what was going on in the apartment, and the condition of the street itself affected the way things went. down direction. Albarino looked around and found that the cameras on the street had long been destroyed, which is common in the gang-ridden city of Westland.

He smiled slowly, so that things had a lot of wiggle room.

The two of them pushed open the open door and quickly entered the room. By this time, the second question that Albarino had just considered had been answered: the apartment was indeed two floors, but apparently Billy only rented it On the second floor of the apartment, the rooms on the first floor are uninhabited, and the furniture is covered with white cloth.

The lights came through from above the stairs on the second floor, and the sound of people arguing was constantly overflowing.

At this time, the answer to Albarino's first question was also ready to come out: "The sound insulation of this apartment is very good. When they enter the room, they will find that the quarrel is very loud, but even if the door is only left open, standing outside is not enough. Nearly inaudible sound from the room.

In this way, the neighbor could hear Sharp's knock just now because a window next door was open, which explains why Sharp knocked on the door for so long, and only one neighbor came out to protest.

- This can mean a lot of things.

So, when Herstal looked up to the second floor, Albarino stood behind him, silently closing and locking the apartment door.

At the same time, they could all hear Billy screeching, near collapse: "Get away from me! Don't follow me again! Get out of this room now, or I'll—"

"What will happen to you? Stab me with this knife in your hand?!" Sharp roared angrily, "You ruined everything, don't think I dare not—"

There is no need to listen to them any more, it is enough to know that the situation upstairs is tense, and that a young man who is unable to protect himself has a sharp weapon in his hand. Herstal still glanced at Albarino before the action, the other party nodded at him knowingly, and then the two quickly rushed upstairs.

Hestal has indeed simulated a variety of possibilities in his mind, as well as the corresponding ways of dealing with them, and the means of dealing with the aftermath. He never faces any situation unprepared, but he still feels faint worries. That concern came from the scar he saw under the wide cuff of a young man named Billy that Saturday morning at mutual aid.

And that worry came true.

When they rushed to the second floor, they happened to see Billy being taken to the corner of the room by Anthony Sharp. He had a desperate look on his face, and there were tears on his face covered with white scars. The look in those eyes made it clear that he understood what was going to happen to him, and when it was about to happen—

When this kind of thing was about to happen, Billy suddenly raised his hand, and he held a small fruit knife in his hand, not very long, but still sharp.

He slashed the knife to his neck, just as he tried to sever the blood vessels in his wrist with a knife when he decided to give in to the world.

But he had not succeeded for some reason before, but now—at this moment, Anthony Sharp scolded in shock; at this moment, Albarino and Herstal stood at the head of the stairs, but it was too late; at this moment, the blood flowed from The gaunt young man's neck gushed out from the wound, because the flesh and blood vessels were so fragile and so soft.

Blood suddenly splattered on Sharp, who was frozen in place due to a sudden change, and splattered the faded wallpaper and the old floor. The long lines drawn from the ground and walls were like brightly colored flowers, and the heat gradually dissipated in the night.

Blood poured out of the young man's neck in a frenzied gesture, even more unrestrained and forward than he had always impressed, and the opposite of what Billy had on the rest of Anonymous. The young man opened his fingers tremblingly, the knife fell to the ground with a clanging sound, his lips moved, but no sound came out of his throat.

Slowly, slowly, he slid down against the wall.

At the same time, Albarino stretched out his hand and pressed it on his companion's shoulder. Herstal's shoulders were tense, and he could almost feel the frenzied trembling of his muscles.

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