Wine and Gun

Albarino reminded in a low voice, "Pianist."

Chapter 41 Dance, dance, my doll 05

Herstal didn't actually catch what Albarino was saying.

Because at that moment, his ears were overwhelmed by the boundless roar, which was like a boulder breaking, the sky collapsing, and every patient with a high fever in the middle of the night was a frantic bào sound all the time. Billy collapsed in the corner, looking as if an invisible hand was pulling the colors from his body, and the blood on the floor reminded him of a bathroom with mildew, dripping along the tiles. of blood.

And Anthony Sharp was turning around in shock. He obviously had no idea of ​​what happened in this room, and he had no idea that he would meet other people in this room-they looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Sharp suddenly froze. Jump up.

He was obviously going to take the road to escape, although the road he chose was quite bad, because the remaining two people were blocked at the door, so he rushed towards the window. Even if he did get out of the window - given the width of the window in this small apartment, he probably couldn't - would break at least one leg from the height of the second floor.

This is enough to show that this is not a smart man, at least not enough for Albarino's taste, but of course, the Sunday gardener is not picky about his own dead, he does not care what most people look like before they die, he What is needed is the form that the flesh, the bones, the purely material things can be shaped into.

He never wastes time fighting, and is willing to choose the most convenient method to cut his target's throat with a knife. To be honest, before he went out today, he really hadn't thought about killing anyone, and he didn't even have a handy knife on him. Albarino chose to stand in place, and he remained calm, waiting for what happened next.

The moment Sharp turned around, Herstal pounced.

Looking at his suit and leather shoes, it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that he can move so fiercely and agilely under the cover of this mask. He threw Sharp down by the waist, and the drunk man fell to the floor with a heavy muffled sound, cursing in panic. He didn't even have time to turn around and struggle from Herstal's grip, Herstal tugging at his shoulders hard - and then there was a palpitating crunch, apparently Sharp's arm was dislocated.

Another whimper was squeezed out of his throat, Albarino watched them, and unconsciously reached out to touch his Adam's apple: the shocking bruise on his throat had faded, but the previous knife mark still remained A shallow line of white scars underneath. Hestal will always be like this, no matter what kind of attitude he has towards Albarino in his heart, he has never taken it lightly before; or for a person like him, desire and pain are closely related connected.

At the same time, Herstal neatly pulled out a knife from his ankle - Albarino found that the blade of the knife was very long, and it was definitely not the kind of knife that Herstal would carry on a daily basis. It may be that he is hunting equipment-pressing Sharp with his weight, and then gān cut off the Achilles tendon of each other's feet with a sharp blade.

Some blood splattered on the floor, and Sharp howled to the point that if they hadn't known the soundproofing was good, they'd be worried that the neighbors would call the police. Hestal held the knife in his hand, flicked his wrist lightly, and more blood fell to the ground along the blade; then, he inserted the knife deeply into Sharp's uninjured shoulder.

Sharp convulsed and contorted under his hold, and Herstal didn't bother to look at him. Herstal just stood up from the ground and walked over to Billy.

Billy's body was still shaking, the blood running down his neck and the blood choking from his throat intermittently. Albarino stood from a doctor's point of view, knowing that the young man had only a few minutes to live, and that everything was powerless now; but he couldn't see Herstal's face: Herstal was facing his back. He, half-kneeling in front of the young man, cautiously did not step into any pool of blood, what was the expression on his face at this moment?

Anyway, he didn't move, didn't try to stop the bleeding wound, didn't speak. Billy looked at him, still disbelief and a lot of pain in his eyes, but that was all. Albarino could see that the light in his eyes was gradually dimming, and the eyes were cast into the distance beyond their reach, and finally froze.

For a moment, they didn't speak, except to hear Sharp lying on the ground uttering intermittent moans, cursing, and cries for help. It was hard to imagine how such sounds could mix so naturally and come out of one person's throat.

Albarino crossed Sharp without looking sideways and stood behind Herstal. If his guesses about Herstal were correct, he couldn't have liked someone standing behind him at a moment like this, as his tight shoulders showed—murder was still a private matter before they knew each other. unspeakable activities, but this practice may not continue.

"He's dead," Albarino pointed out quietly, "of course we could call an ambulance and let the doctors come to the rescue hopelessly, but no one survives so much blood—and , those injuries on Sharp's body are not very easy to explain to the police, it can't be excused by being defensive, you are a legal worker, you know this best."

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