Wine and Gun

Midaren obviously wanted to make this statement as serious and mature as possible, but he was only fourteen years old anyway, and it always seemed a little funny when he said it with a straight face. Hunter looked at him, did not rush to answer the question, and first tried to hold back his smile.

Sure enough, Midaren kept his face straight for two seconds. Seeing that he didn't respond, he couldn't help wrinkling his nose: "Hey, talk. You must have found something?"

"How do you know that I will help you investigate Amarette? You may not even pay me the money." Hunter said with a smile.

"I'll pay for it, you still have my handle." Midaren widened his eyes innocently, "You know I said in front of the federal police that the butterfly knife was stolen from the guard. Well - I heard perjury is a felony, right?"

Although he didn't have a sullen face this time, this logic and thinking really wasn't childish at all. Hunter stared at Midalen silently for two seconds, and couldn't help reaching out and pinching his face, pulling it out.

"Ow!"

"You're really just a child, aren't you?" Hunter let go and rubbed his hair a few more times, "Isn't it an adult who turned into a child, like "Back to 17"?"

Midaren fluttered desperately under his clutches, and at the same time did not hesitate to criticize Hunter's movie-watching tastes. Hunter enjoyed the soft blond touch for another two seconds before pulling his hand back and said slowly, "Well, I did investigate Herstal Armalite."

Midaren was not in a hurry to straighten his messy hair, raised his head and looked at Hunter intently.

"The conclusion: he should have absolutely no reason to enter Sequoia Manor to approach you."

It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon when Herstal entered the pale, long corridor outside the WLPD interrogation room. There were some poor cops wandering outside the hallway who could only buy sandwiches from the vending machines, and Herstal opted for an empty stomach for the upcoming meeting—he had a stomachache because of it, but at least it didn't make him sick.

His meeting with Kaba Slade, who is still being held at the police station, was scheduled for this time; when the pre-trial hearing is over, if Slade is determined not to be allowed to bail, he will be arranged to the nearest The new Tucker federal prison awaits a formal trial.

This is the last day before the pretrial hearing, and they need to revisit the defense strategy of the hearing - it is some kind of "professional ethics" that forces Herstal to stand here, although he should scoff at the word ethics That's right.

Emma was standing right behind him, perfectly performing any duties a secretary was supposed to perform, including but not limited to those who were memorizing schedules and schedules, helping Herstal organize and carry all the materials they needed, and Domineering indifferent makeup and expensive pencil skirts that are more than an average policeman earns a month.

And when they were standing in this icy corridor, Aurelie Delphine was standing on the edge of the one-way mirror glass. She heard footsteps and turned slightly to look at Herstal, still smiling like a rotten mask.

"Ms. Prosecutor is talking to your client. I need to wait for her here for a while." Aureli introduced in a soft voice, as if Herstal really needed an introduction. Then she paused, then added: "Mr. Armalette, you have disappointed me."

Herstal blinked slowly, Emma was standing beside them, and he didn't need to say more clearly: "You think you misread me."

Aureli once felt that they had the same aura, so when Albarino appeared in front of her room that night, Aureli finally decided to be honest with them.

"I just don't think you have the guts to gamble," Aurelie said slowly, her eyes cold and piercing, like holding an ice cube in her hand in winter and feeling the melted water running down her fingers The kind of feeling, the pain is bitter, the pain burning from the bones is cold and hot.

She said, "If I didn't know you, I would think you were a hypocrite—but I've seen your secrets."

See where she stands now—apparently, since their late-night meeting, Aurelie was convinced that Herstal wanted to investigate Slade. But the whole thing still ended badly, and Herstal would still stand by the defense. Obviously, Aureli now thinks that Herstal has a helpless heart and just surrendered to some unknowable force.

"I have more secrets than you think." Herstal took a step forward and whispered to the woman.

"So you feel that you have more things that you can't sacrifice." Aureli showed a pale smile, and thoughtfully lowered her voice to the point where Emma couldn't hear it. "I don't know what happened, but apparently he asked you to defend him and you agreed - you didn't even have the guts to stand against him."

"Courage comes at a great price," Herstal replied.

"Everything has a price, and the price you will pay may not be better than the price I will pay." Aureli shook her head in disapproval, "Perhaps, after some compromises, you will find that things will only get worse. Worse - you must have heard a lot of that, like the bread and jam and rug theories."

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