Wine and Gun

This was the moment he was closest to Herstal's heart. This organ, which was given too much meaning by literature, was like a dying bird, struggling unwillingly and gradually losing its own body temperature. Albarino was silent in the dark like a statue, and finally stretched out his hand to brush the wet hair from his forehead.

It is of course possible for the other party to wake up and be angry at Albarino for seeing such a fragile moment - human emotions are so fragile and rich, Albarino still remembers him knocking on the door of his father's study That night, the fireplace burned silently, and he saw death in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Albarino slowly touched Herstal's wet and cold forehead like a cat. He wanted to ask him whether he dreamed of the high windows of the church or the river of blood flowing across it, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

At this moment, Albarino's words are enough to break the illusion about the perfect boyfriend, and the perfect boyfriend will not say things like "you scream in your dreams" in this tone.

"Really?" Herstal said flatly, sitting down without looking up and picking up his fork.

"A little exaggeration at best," Albarino shrugged his shoulders and sat down heavily on the other side of the table, "or: you groaned in pain in your dreams, tossing and turning like a dystocia, but I You probably won't like such adjectives."

Hestal chewed his scrambled eggs and gave him a cool look: if this man had known that he didn't like such adjectives, he shouldn't have said it at all. Herstal had long been used to his habit of saying every word in a playful tone, and to Albarino it seemed that if he spoke in a serious tone, he would lose out to this disorder. world.

Albarino settled for a few seconds, and since he had less self-control than a child, he quickly continued: "Have you considered my proposal?"

"What proposal?" Herstal put the fork back on the plate and looked up at him. "Will you kill Slade for me?"

Albarino focused on chewing a small section of sausage and asked briskly, "Is there something wrong? I think this is a good idea."

He knew why Albarino wanted to be like that. Herstal's reaction the night they came back from Sequoia Manor clearly showed that he couldn't face Slade normally, and Albarino understood. For Herstal, Slade must die, so Albarino wants to do it for him.

- but this is not the right way to solve the problem.

"Yes." Herstal pointed out coldly, "First, your court case has attracted a lot of attention, because public opinion generally believes that you are challenging the authority of the national legal system; recently, Agent McCard met twice in three days. Come to Westland for a walk, there are rumors in the market that he just wants to persuade WLPD to let the FBI get involved in this case, and if you commit the crime now, you will simply send it to him. Second, in the last case, we testified to each other, as long as you As soon as I get caught, my alibi will be overturned. Third, and most importantly, Albarino, do you really think 'you help me kill someone' will solve my current problems?"

Albarino looked at him quietly and asked, "What else?"

Herstal was silent for two seconds.

"I need a list of people inside Sequoia Manor who attended that party: maybe the manor does let children have sex with powerful adults, but not everyone, and I guess many of the manor's members don't know about it." Starr said, "I want to know who else is involved in this matter besides Slade - if I kill Slade directly, they will definitely be gone."

Obviously, he wanted to find them one by one, and then—

Albarino put his chin on his hand with a smile, and then said: "Indeed, this is the difference between you and me. The Westland pianist is indeed not a vigilante, and he does these things without feeling that the other party will be punished by the law. Or justice sanctions, law and justice mean nothing to a pianist; he does these things because such a person arouses his bloodthirsty, mad bào desires . . .

"And you won't," Herstal said in a low voice.

"Sunday gardeners don't, because their souls are indistinguishable to the gardeners, and since they have not yet reached the realm of 'beauty' within them, only the flesh is available. At this level, if To achieve the same purpose, I might suggest that you pick their next meeting to set fire to the Sequoia Manor, which is more convenient and quicker, and while it may cause dàng in the financial industry of Westland, the overall advantages outweigh the disadvantages. ' Albarino answered lightly, and he paused again, waiting for the atmosphere to take shape. "...But, you wouldn't agree with my proposal, would you?"

Herstal stared at him sharply: "Of course I won't."

"Indeed." Albarino said calmly, inserting the matching bacon on the plate and throwing it on Herstal's plate. There are always a few magical people in the world who don't like the taste of bacon, such as Alba Lino.

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