Wine and Gun

"I can wait for you at the door," Alexander suggested, shivering from the cold, but apparently trying to keep himself unaffected. "It's so crowded, you can't turn around if all three go in."

Albarino hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, the young man was standing by the door, jumping up and down in place to keep his feet warm. Albarino began to instruct Herstal to live without any burden in his heart, which was the main reason why he had to bring a few people.

"You help me check if the water in the water tank of the radiator is frozen, I have to go and see how much diesel is in the fuel tank." Albarino pointed out the location of the water tank to him, "If the water freezes or It's dead without the oil - I can use this stuff, but I don't know where the maintenance guy kept the diesel."

"Does the average person add antifreeze to the water tank?" Herstal couldn't help asking.

"Theoretically, this must be the case, but there are also a small number of people who are lazy and only add ordinary water. Even if the low temperature is not encountered, the scale will affect the work of the radiator." Albarino snorted, as if to this behavior. Very dissatisfied.

Herstal opened the tank cap, looked down, and said, "It's full."

"Okay, then I'm assuming the maintainers did use antifreeze, thank goodness - but such a large generator has two tanks, and there's one over there," Albarino reminded, pointing to him by the way. .

Herstal nodded, and as he walked over to the other tank, he said, "I didn't expect you to be--"

"...Research? Are you surprised?" Albarino said with a smile, he seemed to be in a good mood, probably because there was enough diesel in the generator's fuel tank, "I have lived by myself for many years, Herstal, it's not surprising that something would happen in this situation."

"Like?" Herstal opened the second tank lid.

Albarino replied solemnly, "Knitting."

This miraculous statement made Herstal have to stop his movements and gave him a complicated look: "You are joking."

"Why am I joking about this kind of thing," Albarino shrugged and squeezed lightly between Herstal and the wall to check the fuel tank of the second generator, "and you Well, I already answered a question for you just now, how about you answer a question for me now?"

"Do you think we're playing the game of 'I've Never Gān' with our fingers crossed?" Herstal sarcastically asked.

"No, but you know this game amazes me." Albarino checked all the oil, slammed the lid back on, then looked up at him, "My question is: I want to hear from you Lavasa McCard's view."

"What can I think of a man I barely know?" said Herstal calmly—he was so ambiguous, mainly through the open door, where they could still see Alexander Shaking.

Albarino checked the generator components and lubricating oil quickly, and then switched the control switch to the manual gear. The whole machine vibrated and made a huge noise. Before he could tackle the second generator, Herstal stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder.

"He wants the FBI to intervene in Hardy's case, making you upset?" Herstal asked, the corner of his mouth almost touching Albarino's earlobe, so Albarino could only reluctantly qiángqiáng heard his voice clearly, "I thought a gardener was not the type to flip a chessboard when he couldn't play."

Albarino turned his head slightly and looked at Herstal. He could see a gloomy smile in his eyes, as if what Albarino was thinking about made him feel happy—just It's as if the two of them are not at risk if BAU gets involved in this case.

Albarino speculates that Herstal is now so calm mainly because he has more or less accepted his own ending: that of most serial killers. Not surprisingly, Mr. Armalette was clearly the guy who could enumerate the worst possible outcomes of a thing before he even started, or in other words, he had already begun to wait peacefully for death.

Look at those cuts on his wrists - and look at what he's letting himself do. He was falling in love with someone who might one day kill him or do something more cruel. They all understood this, but Herstal made an inappropriate choice anyway.

But Albarino is not. Although his mother didn't set a good example in this kind of thing, but he judged by himself, maybe just for now, his desire to live is much stronger than the other party—— Because as Shana Bacchus said, he had to decide the time for the end himself, and Albarino believed that the most suitable time had not yet come.

"A gardener is not someone who flips the chessboard when he can't play, but he always has to choose an opponent who suits his taste." Albarino also replied in a low voice, and the noise completely engulfed his voice, "Olga and Bart are worthy of respect. , but unfortunately Agent McCard might not be my favorite type."

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