Wine and Gun

"That's the advice the gardener gave you, my love," Albarino continued in that airy voice, and he winked meaningfully, lightly and cheerfully, "since the tomb is always there, Then it's better to bury more dead people. The guy you hate—or the group of guys, it doesn't matter—find them, kill them, and bury them."

He paused meaningfully, the hand still in place, and he himself took the two steps forward and kissed Herstal's lips.

Hestal didn't move, didn't hide, just let out a windy sigh from between his lips.

"Then the child you buried in the tomb won't feel lonely."

Note:

[1] "The form has disappeared, leaving only vague dreams":

From Baudelaire's Carrion.

[2] "I am a cemetery that even the moon hates, and the long maggots crawl in it like remorse":

Baudelaire's Melancholy II.

Chapter 69 Blood Spring 03

Westerland is a city with a lot of precipitation, and even in March, there is an unpleasant light rain from time to time. Temperatures will rise to bearable levels, but rainy nights will remain wet and cold.

Morrison huddled out of the porch entrance, tremblingly trying to light a cigarette for himself with his frozen fingers. This door is opened at the entrance of the alley where the street lamps cannot shine. The entrance of the alley is facing a river, and the river water wafts a wet smell from afar; the alley is filled with the sour smell of garbage, and the low wall is the most In the inner corners there are liu làng Han stationed - such alleys are common in the old city, these blocks are left behind by the increasingly rapid economic development, like an invisible hand from the brightly lit city animals Tear off an extra dark piece.

Known for their cheap rents, intricate alleys, and outdated surveillance equipment, these streets have gradually become the best nests for the city's illegal businesses. The land is divided into many pieces by various gangsters, and the residents who have not lived here for decades cannot even explain the complex interests.

It is precisely because they are divided so thoroughly by the gangs that the security of the streets is even better than some places - each street is looked after by different gangs, and people from other gangs generally do not easily set foot on each other's territory. As long as it is not the power of the two rival gangs, even road robbery and petty theft are very restrained, and the general gang leader will not allow the gangster to make trouble on their own territory. There is no benefit either.

Morrison is a pimp living under the protection of gangsters. It is illegal to visit prostitutes and sell yín in Westland, but he doesn't have to worry about it - he will give the local gang a stack of Franklins every month, and they It ensures that the local police will not kick the door into the house to check at any time. Anyone can be bribed, especially Westland gangsters and Westland cops.

— and, of course, Morrison himself.

When he lit a cigarette while shaking and just bit his mouth, a person came out from the rain curtain. The man was wearing a featureless hooded jacket, the hat was pulled all the way to the eyebrows, and he was wearing a scarf, so he couldn't see his face clearly. When the man stood still in front of Morrison, and the light of the bright-colored light bulb hanging above his head fell on him, only a deep shadow fell on the brim of his hat and the arch of his eyebrows.

"Hey," the man said with a smile, beginning with the most inappropriate "talking about the weather", "it's really cold today, isn't it?"

It's an outdated trick to pick up a girl on a college campus, let alone a pimp in a dark alley. Morrison stared at each other vigilantly and asked, "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just chatting. On such a bad night, it's best to have someone to comfort the bored mind, right." The other party shrugged and leaned on the porch beside him without standing, avoiding the overwhelming Yusi sighed comfortably, "Your girls are now doing the kind of comforting work in the house. I believe you don't want the police to rush in and interrupt their noble work, right?"

Morrison stared at the other party, feeling betrayed for some reason. He pressed his throat and said, "You are also here to collect protection fees? I paid five hundred dollars to the Crow Gang the day before yesterday, you—"

"Shh," the man interrupted with a wave of his fingers, "this has nothing to do with the Ravens, and I don't have any intention of provoke those gangsters right now—listen, I have a proposal to save us all. A little something: Between the 25th and the 27th of last month, someone drove a car at the intersection over there..."

He stretched out his hand slightly forward, and Morrison followed his fingers, just in time to see the long black river in the night. Unlike this dark alley, the lane by the river was still well lit. It was already dark at this time, and there was no one on the street, but it was dyed with a layer of flawless orange by the night lights. color.

"Then threw a body into the river, and the drop from the embankment to the water surface was so big, I guess there must have been a loud noise." The man continued slowly, "You stay here every night to supervise your You must have seen the work of those girls, right?"

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