Wine and Gun

Midalen thought about it for a while, and quickly reacted: "So you think that Mr. Armalite is investigating Sequoia Manor for one of the three of them?"

"I suggest excluding the woman named Aureli first. In addition to haunting the Sequoia Manor, she is also a high-level interracial flower... Uh, you are still too young to know too many details. In short, I It means that if Armalette's purpose is related to her, there is no need to find a way to enter Sequoia Manor, he has many safer ways to meet her." Hunter said a little embarrassedly.

Midaren made a weird look at Hunter: The bounty hunter must not know how precocious the boys who grew up in the information society are.

"Then I went through a series of investigations, and then I ruled out Rowan, who is a native of Westland, and Amarette came to Westland about seven years ago, because he's a barrister, so the trajectory is better Looking back, I didn't find any possibility that they knew each other." Hunter spread his hands and said the truth.

"So you think that Mr. Armalite's investigation of Sequoia Manor has something to do with Slade?" Midaren said slowly.

"It's just rule of thumb, guesswork without evidence," Hunter replied, "but then I looked into Slade and found him to be an interesting man; he came to Westland about thirty years ago. At first, he found a job as a small laborer in Thompson's manor. In the end, he didn't know how to get better and better. All the way, he became the late old Thompson's housekeeper at Sequoia Manor. After his employer died, he made a will to let him He runs the club at Sequoia Manor."

"It only sounds like he is a pedophile who has been a pedophile for ten years." Midaren pouted, he had no doubt that old Thompson must have used the money in his hand thirty years ago. something happened.

Hunter shook his head. "It's not the most important thing, the most important thing: I don't know anything about Slade's life before he was hired by Thompson Sr.. Suffice it to say, it is now almost certain that before he appeared in the Before Westland, there was no Slade in the world."

Midalen was stunned for a moment: "...Is this identity fake?"

"Obviously so." Hunter nodded old-fashionedly, "Amalet has never entered the circle of old Thompson during his years in Westland, and he and Slade should not have a meeting unless they are in Westland. Tran knew each other before. Of course, it's just a guess, or I'm fundamentally wrong, and Amalet didn't come to Westland for that reason at all."

Midalun nodded slowly, apparently gradually realizing how difficult it was to investigate such a thing. He hesitated for a while, then raised his head and asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to send you back to the house before the social worker at the orphanage calls the police," said Hunter gān stubbornly.

Midalen's eyes widened, and he bared his teeth in dissatisfaction like a small animal.

"Okay, okay, young man." Hunter chuckled and waved his hand heavily, "No kidding, I'll investigate this matter in another way—since you're 'hired' I, I will definitely give you a satisfactory result."

When Herstal walked out of the police station, it was already the highest temperature of the day, and the weather in April was far from being too hot. Albarino was standing under the sun, beside the road, leaning against the A red Chevrolet that stands out, with a big smile on its face.

Herstal thought about it, but decided to walk towards the other party - his sun was still aching with every step he took, and these symptoms occurred more frequently when the light was bright, with his recent migraine attack. How often, his doctor would definitely recommend a brain MRI.

"It's astonishing how idle you are," he said as he stood still in front of Albarino.

"Only the poor people who have to attend the pre-trial hearing on Monday need to work overtime on Sunday." The forensic doctor, the technical witness of the river corpse dumping case, replied so lazily, his mask perfectly concealed any thoughts of his, leaving only the A template for an unsentimental smile, as Albarino often does.

But when he opened his mouth to say the next sentence, it revealed a different meaning.

"Then what do you want until then, Herstal?" Albarino asked, lowering his voice deliberately, "as if before the battle of Salamis the Athenian general Tammy Tocles killed three Persian noble boys and sacrificed them to the gods - what do you want me to offer you before tomorrow?"

Herstal glanced at each other silently, and Albarino still maintained that smile that was indistinguishable from any moment.

"Do you want a good dinner?" Albarino asked with a smile, "or a soft bed, a sleepless sleep. Or, you want me in this car, right at the police station. Is this place across from you fucking? Until I can get those bad thoughts out of your head, until you can let yourself cry."

Herstal was still staring at him, his eyes calmly level with his. Herstal said, "I know what you're saying this at this time to express?"

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