Wine and Gun

"You don't understand the hesitation of love, nor the pain of love." Amarette said in a cold voice, "I don't want to continue playing that metaphor game with you on this topic, you know it's true."

Bacchus just looked at him and smiled. I couldn't see Bacchus' face from my angle, but I knew he was smiling when I heard his voice. I suddenly realized that I hated the triumphant sound of his laughing.

"Then what are you going to do?" he asked.

Amarette seemed to be silent for a while, as if trying to answer—in fact, he didn't answer, he just stepped up, grabbed Bacchus' shoulders, and pushed him back. In this way, the two of them were completely blocked by the ambulance and escaped from my sight.

I suspect Amalette kissed him.

- As a result, I didn't hear anything but a sour couple conversation, I was only interested in whether Albarino Bacchus was a serial killer or something, not his love life . If it goes on like this, I can only try to test him myself.

But my attempts at him were fruitless, and he seemed calm and sly, not showing any flaws in surprise.

"No matter what accusation you are making, please be extremely cautious."

He said that in a very, very uncomfortable tone—one can arbitrarily conclude that someone who can speak in that tone is definitely not a good bird. Even I'm a little suspicious, I'm not sure if he said this to kill someone or something more terrifying. This is not an exaggeration, when a person speaks in that tone, you will feel that anything can happen to him.

That's how the whole thing came to an end, and that's why I wanted to write this - I wanted to find out, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me, so I took it as a last resort.

Olga Molozze was in a coma during this time, and I took this opportunity to be in the hospital a lot, because Bacchus was always there, and I was able to find a way to see him up close. Moreover, there are many people in public places like hospitals, and no one would dare to do anything to me in such a place.

One day—probably sometime in late February—when I went to the hospital over a weekend, I happened to see Officer Bart Hardy and another unfamiliar man standing in front of Molozer's ward.

It's really a pity that Molozer has ended up so far, she's much more useful than most of the WLPD police. Officer Hardy was clearly looking at the ward with concern, and I was cautious not to show up: Although I more or less saved his daughter, there are still quite a few people in WLPD who have opinions on me, in case he is around Is that his colleague?

I'm guessing the strange man was probably a cop or something, too, since he looked strong and tanned--distinguishable from that sissy tan, and he's probably on the field a lot.

In any case, I still see people very accurately. For example, this scene tells me: If these two people find out that I am eavesdropping, then my damn legs may not be able to run away. So I hid myself around the corner, where only the female nurse sitting in the lounge reading Fifty Shades of Grey with relish could find me.

But then again, I've been here so many times, the nurse didn't notice me twice.

Then I heard Officer Hardy say, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Because I try not to be here—at least when you're there," the man replied. "I don't think I'm welcome."

"Because I hate you?" Hardy asked.

"Do you want to beat me now?" McCard asked rhetorically.

"I don't want to be beaten as much as I did on the first day." Hardy shrugged his shoulders and said frankly, "I know your original intentions were good, you and Garcia came here because you wanted to catch the butcher: no starting point. The problem, though things went badly—and that doesn't mean I'm not mad at you."

Oh, I know who this man is now, it's Lavasa McCard from BAU, the same guy who kept Molozer at the police station so Hardy could just search the building by himself. That way, I can see why he asked "Are you going to beat me now?" Hardy's wife might have died if Olga hadn't finally managed to get there in time.

McCard nodded slowly, as if he was chewing words in his heart when he did that, he was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "I saw Buck here when Molozer was just brought to the hospital. Doctor S."

Hardy glanced at him. "What did he say?"

"He thinks it's my fault a lot of people are dying," McCard said.

I squeezed carefully behind the corner to listen to them, but I still didn't quite get what they were talking about.

Hardy sighed and asked, "What does he think is important to you?"

"It's very important," McCard said slowly, "because I heard that Cherry, the witness in the case in front of the state court, was dead, wasn't she? Car accident?"

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