Wine and Gun

Herstal gave Albarino a condemning look, presumably because of the unidentified smile on the other side's face that made him hairy. He asked, "Where's your gun?"

"On the body," Albarino shrugged, "but who knows what the carbon monoxide concentration is in that basement, I don't want to explode when the primer fires."

While they were talking, they had already descended the stairs and rushed to the door of the basement; Albarino did the same, and kicked the door open again. Overwhelmed, the door swung open, and Albarino heard Herstal say coolly, "This time I'm more skilled than before."

"Thank you so much." Albarino said helplessly, and a pungent smell unique to the gas rushed out of the room. With a low curse, Herstal rushed in, holding his breath, with Albarino following closely behind.

Clara lay silently on the spot, her skin was already showing an unpleasant cherry red color due to the poisoning. Herstal carefully picked her up and took a few steps to the door, while Al, who was standing beside him. Ballino looked elsewhere.

—In the corner of the basement, there is a small door.

It's a common design: a freight tunnel leading upstairs, making it easy to drop heavy items directly into the tunnel to the basement without having to carry them up steep, difficult steps. Clara had also noticed this door before, but the door had obviously been nailed down, and it couldn't be easily opened with the strength of a little girl.

But now Albarino looked at the small door, and some bad premonition passed in his heart.

——He has seen the information collected by old Hunter, the modus operandi of the butcher. After he forced the victims to choose between their partners and children, he would kill them one by one. No matter what choice he made in the end, he could not escape the murderous hands of the serial killer.

Albarino doesn't think Bart will be an exception.

And if the serial killer's initial prediction was that Bart was going to save Clara, there must be a trap waiting for him.

Although the door of the freight pipeline leading upstairs was nailed, the oxygen mixed with carbon monoxide must still overflow into the passage through the crack of the door bit by bit——

Then, they heard a loud bang, the crisp sound of something hitting the metal pipes of the freight channel.

What a familiar scene it is, almost ironic: it was the same on Christmas Eve, when Herstal threw the silver bell through the smoke pipe, something that signaled death. Stuff - Afterwards, firefighters would find a piece of pitch-black, twisted metal in the wreckage of the room, a lighter that had been thrown down the freight tunnel.

When the concentration of carbon monoxide in the air is between 12.5% ​​and 74.5%, it will explode when encountering an open flame. They were almost at the door when the crash sounded, but what happened next happened so quickly—

Albarino found that he almost ran out of time to shout, Herstal hadn't reacted yet, and the rest was all on his instinct. He grabbed Herstal's elbow suddenly, pushed him and rushed out of the room, and the next second, the sound of the explosion sounded earth-shatteringly.

Something burned, something broke and fell, and the flames almost rubbed the ends of Albarino's hair. They were kicked up by anger - the feeling at that moment was almost bizarre and funny - Albarino used his body to isolate Herstal from the flames almost entirely by instinct, while the other was scrambling to Trying to protect Clara, who he was holding, before they were dumped on a solid pile of steps.

In short, neither of the two things went very smoothly. Albarino was slammed on the stairs, the pain of the collision almost blinded him, and at the same time, the ceiling of the basement crashed to the ground behind him. , set off a làng of dust full of burnt smell.

For several seconds, Albarino's ears were buzzing. He propped himself up in a daze, then found Herstal's body almost arched, somehow avoiding Clara being pinned down by two grown men.

Herstal's fingers were scraped, and when he turned around, Albarino found his lips were bleeding. The other party frowned at him, his lips parted and closed, and his voice was drowned out by the humming in Albarino's ears.

Albarino pointed to his ear, then shook his head. He was probably smiling, because he suddenly noticed Herstal's lips opening slightly, his chest heaving - which meant he was sighing. Although he couldn't hear anything for the time being, Albarino found that he knew the other side to the point where he didn't need voice guidance.

Possibly because it didn't make sense, Herstal put one arm around Clara and touched Albarino's shoulder with the other.

At that moment, it was as if the pain had finally penetrated the numbness, and Albariño gasped suddenly. At the same time, Herstal withdrew his hand, opened his palm, and stretched out to Albari. promise.

——On his fingertips, a thick red liquid was dripping down.

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