Wine and Gun

Herstal's throat froze—he should tell about Aurelie, about the party at Sequoia Manor next weekend, and Albarino won't let him go back there alone. But what's the point of that? Even if Slade's appearance was indeed unexpected to Albarino, Albarino should not care.

"No," Herstal replied, looking fixedly at each other. "How about you?"

Albarino smiled at him gently, as if his fingers hadn't grasped the last ray of the dead man's soul:

"No, I stay at home all day."

Note:

[1] A Lamb stood as if slain:

From Revelation 5:6, the lamb here refers to Christ, and "as one who was slain" refers to Christ's crucifixion.

[2] The heart with the crown of thorns was pierced by the spear:

Refers to the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

In 1675, Jesus appeared to Sister Leda several times in the chapel of the congregation "To the Sisters" in Balelemouni, and commanded her to promote this devotion. Jesus opened his chest, pointed to the Sacred Heart with the crown, and said: "Look how deep the love of this heart is, and the world's return to me is hurt and pain, I wish you to be an apostle of my Sacred Heart. so that the world may inherit the grace of my Sacred Heart, and to make amends for all the abuses I have suffered in the Eucharist, there should be a feast on the Friday after the eighth day of the Eucharist."

Chapter 73 Blood Spring 07

March 19th, a weekend night.

Orion Hunter was sitting in the driver's seat of a low-key black car, holding a greasy wrapping paper in his hand, gulping down a sandwich. In this state, he is particularly like an old policeman who has been stalking the suspect's door for four days. In fact, his career is indeed like this.

"All in all," he said vaguely with something in his mouth, and swallowed hard, "they are very cautious, and according to my observations over the past few days, the dog will be put in the yard after eight-thirty, until When you come out, you will inevitably encounter a dog, and you can only decide how to deal with it."

He was told to think about what to do with the dog—Albarino Bacchus sat in the passenger seat, wearing a black sports suit that was easy to move around, with a black ski mask on his leg, looking like he was about to prepare rob a bank.

When Hunter wrote that long-winded manuscript with mortal determination, and began to suspect that Albarino must have human life on his hands, he would not have thought of himself and the other party in a car, planning Invade the estate of a late newspaper tycoon, and things will always be so unpredictable.

Anyway, back to the source, here's what happened:

Old Hunter has been honestly working as a cleaner in the manor for a few days. The work is not heavy, and to be honest, the cleaner's job is much higher than the relief money he receives. If it is a man who only pursues comfort The guy who lives here is doing this, maybe he will start thinking about working as a cleaner for the rest of his life.

No one cares about the cleaners, they have no face, no mind, no past and no future in the eyes of most people who are served. Sequoia Manor is visited by members every day of the week, the rooms in the guest rooms are renewed every day, and the long corridors are cleaned every day; old Hunter is just like a poor limping man nearing retirement in such a place. Use this repetitive boring job to pass your equally boring life.

It wasn't until Friday afternoon that they were told by the boss's secretary - a person in charge of the funds used to run the club who even had a secretary - not to come to work on Sunday.

"There was a private party on Sunday night," said the secretary named Rowan, who had a stingy face and looked like a guy who would care about employees' salaries. "Our members Need to be quiet, so you guys come back to work early Monday morning."

Hunter hid behind the crowd and frowned: According to Albarino, there is a high probability that the death of children in recent years is related to this club, but from what he has seen in the past few days when he is working here, red Shan Manor is at best a rather depraved place of pleasure, but no minors appear. He almost thought that Albarino made a mistake this time, but at this juncture, there was such progress.

For a private party, no hired employees are allowed to stay on the scene. This is really strange for these rich people who can't wait to use scooters indoors. Needless to say, how many dirty activities are hidden behind them.

According to the previous agreement, Hunter informed Albarino of what he saw and heard. Needless to say, the speculation derived from this can be thought of as well as Albarino, as expected. , the latter really intends to sneak into the manor quietly this night. They did come too - at this moment, Hunter sat in the driver's seat and warned solemnly: "Doctor Bucks, this is not a làng game you play with your male and female companions."

Albarino glanced at him lazily and replied, "Of course, I believe there is a big difference between the two."

Hunter disliked his attitude of picking it up high and putting it down the most. He coughed and gritted his teeth: "You don't have a search warrant, this is considered a private intrusion. If you are found by them, let alone the police. Arrest, even if they shoot you in the head is legal."

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