Wine and Gun

"That's easy too," Albarino replied without worry at all. He stretched out his hand and rummaged through the Chevrolet storage compartment, then took out something from the bottom of the storage compartment and threw it at random. On Herstal's lap, "Invitation."

Herstal cautiously opened the object thrown by the other party: it was actually just a black card the size of a business card, thick paper, with a gilded silhouette of a building, vaguely the manor they were about to reach in front of them. Building silhouette.

Although this card is well preserved, it can still be seen that the corners are slightly worn, and it seems to be a few years old.

"As I said, Thompson is just a bào rich man, his family has no historical background," Albarino said. "He tried to enter the high society of Westland when he was alive - unfortunately with little success. ——In short, for a period of time, he attended many high society banquets, and sent this invitation to some people who he especially wanted to marry, inviting them to use this as a voucher to go to his club to 'have fun' ."

Herstal looked at Albarino with an inexpressible expression: "He gave this invitation to your father?"

"Yes, but he didn't go in the end. My dad said that when he said the word 'seeking pleasure', it was too much like he was planning to recruit jì in the manor." Albarino smiled completely indifferently. Laughing, "Of course, he didn't say this to me personally. I guess he wouldn't say such a thing in front of a child no matter what."

Hestal didn't know why he felt a pain in his forehead, he shook the thing in his hand: "So this piece of paper is at least twenty years old."

"More than that, my dad was still young when he invited my dad to the club." Albarino stared at the road ahead attentively, and the huge manor with lights had already crashed into their field of vision. "But it doesn't matter, this thing has never been touched and it doesn't look that old. I asked a friend who had been to this club the other day, and their invitations have not changed at all over the years; the club is an invitation system. , Only some old members have the right to recommend new people, and my friend can't get new invitations, otherwise I wouldn't use this trick."

"Don't they need to report the name of the inviter?" Herstal was still a little worried, which sounded a little easy to reveal.

"No, they all advocate secrecy, and it is said that the number of such invitations is very small. They believe in the ability of those who hold invitations to select newcomers." Albarino smiled and licked the slap in the face. Lips, "This sounds like a club with a lot of secrets, Herstal."

Herstal turned his head to look at him, wondering if he was thinking the same question as him. After all, the level of secrecy in this club is a bit strange, and it is too rare to use the entire manor as a club venue - and it turns out Not really. Even Albarino did not expect that when Herstal spoke a moment later, he said:

"So, you still keep your father's relics."

This is not a question, the semantics of the statement are very clear, and there is no room for people to change the subject. Albarino was silent for a while, then asked Herstal in a light tone: "Is this question more important than what we are facing now?"

Herstal was silent for a moment.

Then, he picked the corner of his mouth and said, "Maybe it's not important."

Herstal entered the Sequoia estate alone in that Chevrolet.

Albarino got off the bus halfway and said that the invitation could only bring one person in, and he had to find another way to enter the manor. He looked like he was winning, and Herstal guessed that he had made some preparations before he came, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Of the two of them, Herstal was indeed dressed more like a wealthy person who could enter such a club. Besides, because of the Langdon case and the subsequent sexual assault, Albaly Nuo's photo has made a lot of news, and now the limelight of the matter has not completely passed, perhaps it is better not to take the risk of being recognized and sneak into such a place.

On the other hand, Herstal was different. The victim of the killer Qiángni's case was completely kept secret from the outside world. Except for a few insiders, no one knew what accident he was involved in.

At this point, Herstal slowed down in the Chevrolet near the gate of the manor, and the computer-controlled metal gate slid open silently. At the moment when the wide private driveway at the entrance of the manor appeared in front of Herstal, he suddenly really regretted that he did not drive that Rolls-Royce. The civilian car of Albarino was not disguised as rich. suitable tools for people.

But then again, assuming their guesses are correct, if this is actually a paradise of desires for a group of rich people to have fun, maybe they should have been pretending not to be too conspicuous before going there, and the tricks The legality is clearly written in the law, and of course these rich bastards who pay attention to public image will not risk their lives.

When thinking of these things, Herstal always wanted to sigh: because he didn't actually want to perform any righteous action, the Westerland pianist's starting point was never "justice", and Albarino even more so. Not interested in three-year-olds or thirteen-year-olds.

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