Wine and Gun

The curvature of the corners of Albarino's mouth seemed to be a little more obvious, as if to ask, what is it?

Hestal said slowly: "You're trying to make me realize that whatever is going on outside, you're the only one who doesn't change from start to finish—you're always looking at it all with the same attitude, neither soft-hearted nor I will leave, and there is no point in betrayal."

"Isn't that good enough?" Albarino asked rhetorically, evenly.

"From a normal person's point of view, I'm afraid this is obviously not considerate enough, and even makes people feel creepy." Herstal choked a cracked laughter from his throat, his eyes were like knives, the darkness that does not exist in the world. Ray, "but in all fairness, it feels safe."

Hunter stood in front of a two-story white house.

He didn't go home right away after sending Midalun back - though his legs would scream for the option after walking a little further - and he's standing in front of the well-located flat in Kaba Stryd now , looking out at the grass behind the white fence.

Indeed, Slade did not live at Sequoia Manor 24 hours a day. Hunter suspected that it was the other party's preparation for his exoneration. If he stayed there 24/7, he could not argue that he was responsible for what happened at the manor. things know nothing.

At this moment, the huáng black jiāo wrong blockade on the white fence swayed with the breeze, and occasionally a few passersby passed by and cast their curious eyes into the yard. When Slade was first arrested, there was no shortage of journalists on the block looking for their brains, and the mere charge of imprisoning a juvenile was compelling enough, not to mention the fact that the deceased newspaper tycoon was involved. This kind of public figure is always full of unnecessary curiosity.

But at this time, the community and the tranquility it used to be restored, Hunter looked around for a moment, then picked a corner that the camera couldn't find, and limped across the crumbling blockade.

He had this intuition: Armalette's actions in the matter were crucial to the truth behind it all, and Albarino Bacchus' attention to the case was likely to be closely related; similarly, Sturt The untold history of Ryder before he came to Westland definitely needs to be explored.

These ideas all come from the experience he has slowly accumulated after being a bounty hunter for 30 years. He knows that in real life, there are not so many coincidences that happen, and most coincidences come from people's deliberate arrangements. It is impossible for Dr. Bucks and Amarette to be interested in a single case, nor should this case have a mysterious and elusive suspect.

After all the scattered clues, there must be a hidden red thread that can connect everything together, and he is now appearing before Slade's house in search of the trace of that red thread.

Because this case is being taken seriously by federal police detectives, it is absolutely impossible for anyone he knew at WLPD to help him get the evidence the police collected from the Sequoia Manor; the Sequoia Manor is now sealed off, and the grass outside the garden walls He can kick out a dozen reporters with just one kick, and it's certainly not a place he can enter again. So in the end, only here is left, and Slade's house, which has not been paid much attention by the police and reporters, has become the destination of his final exploration.

Hunter knows that a person's home is almost an intuitive reflection of their inner world, and no matter how carefully they cover up their past, their history inevitably sings out of every inch of the air. And as we all know, the devil is born in the details.

Hunter crossed the grass with unremarkable dexterity and entered Stryder's house through a glass door in the backyard. The interior was dimly lit, and the floor and table top were covered with a thin layer of fingerprint powder, which had apparently been searched by CSI from the inside out.

They must have taken the most valuable evidence, and Hunter didn't expect to find anything here to convict Slade, and a guy like this on the edge of the law wouldn't just throw that stuff in there. home.

What he was looking for was a window into Slade's psyche--in moments like these, they were always thinking of Olga ironically, as if to confirm that if the profiler was there, they could Closer to the truth. At other times, Hunter thought it was just a cowardly evasion of responsibility. "It was because of the absence of such a good profiler that I didn't see the truth of the matter", which was obviously just a reason for himself.

He scans the room with extreme caution: though dusty, Slade's house is surprisingly neat and orderly, not in a state that a bachelor of his age can maintain. However, that guy is suspicious by nature, and it seems unlikely that he will often hire housekeepers to clean his room... In addition, although this house is in a good location, its size and price are not exaggerated. Obviously, Slade does not want to reveal that he is actually very handsome. Rich Facts. So it's more likely that he'll have to clean the house most of the time, a neat habit he's developed from a young age?

Hunter walked slowly through the room, scanning one thing after another... There were hardly any photos, just a photo of Slade and the rest of the staff in the Sequoia Manor when he was young. The photo albums, mementos, or objects that Ryder had gone through in his younger years, looked as if Slade had come straight to Westland empty-handed. Didn't he bring anything with him before he moved to the city?

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