Wine and Gun

But that doesn't matter, he's been engulfed by the rain, and so have Wallis, who hasn't answered the reporter's question, the reporters, and the flashing lights. Amid the hustle and bustle, Slade was a tiny figure crammed into the back seat of a car by the police, and the shards of the voices of the group of reporters that accompany him were slapping on his skin like raindrops.

"Was the late Mr. Philip Thompson involved in Sequoia Manor—"

"—qiángjian—"

"—if it has nothing to do with this case, then do you think—"

A hand fell on Herstal's shoulder.

Herstal looked at him numbly, and saw Albarino Bacchus standing there with wet hair on his forehead, propping up an ugly blue plaid umbrella over his head .

The forensic doctor hugged his shoulder affectionately with one hand, pressing his fingers into the suit fabric with dark polka dots splattered by the rain, supporting his weight inconspicuously, like Wang Yang. A piece of driftwood in the sea.

"Herstal," Albarino read his name in a low, brisk voice, with an inexplicable look in his mint-green eyes, "come home with me."

Chapter 86 Fool's Celebration 06

The world goes through a groggy night,

Very blindly clinging to sins;

The streets are crowded with fools,

Foolishness is fueled everywhere,

But the written word is not willing to admit it.

Facing the upcoming trial, the prosecutor in the case, Wallis Hardy, made no attempt to hide her not actually optimistic attitude.

"We have to do our best, but doing our best is not about blind optimism," she told this reporter. "As you know, following the unbearably brutal murder of Miss Delphine, the Ryder's qiángjian accusation we lack another strong evidence, and in the absence of a direct connection between him and the Sequoia Manor selling yín organization, the several counts charged against him may not be found guilty."

Several legal experts interviewed by this newspaper actually held similar views about the trial of this case, especially at the beginning of the case, when Slade unexpectedly abandoned the Thompson Foundation's legal team in favor of the well-known After A\u0026H Law Firm - While Ms Wallis Hardy did not meet barrister Herstal Armalite in court, she had four fights with the lawyer's firm , of which only one case has been won, and such a record cannot make people concerned about the matter feel confident.

But when it came to her attitude towards Mr. Armalette, Ms. Hardy was rarely ambiguous. It is well known that the lawyer, who has a bad reputation in the Westland legal world, can be said to be a benefactor of Ms. Hardy, who was rescued by Mr. Armalite after being accidentally involved in a murder involving the "killer". daughter's life.

"You always ask me how it feels to be on the court with Mr. Armalette," Ms. Hardy said. "I don't know what that means—is it the level of our relationship that keeps us from facing off on the stage? Or? Saying I'm going to make concessions to Mr. Armalette because of what he's done before? Anyway, Mr. Armalette has taken his stand on this case."

"But what about you? Are you disappointed by his choice?" I asked, "You are also a mother, and the person who rescued your daughter chose a likely pedophile suspect. defend."

It took Ms. Wallis Hardy a long time to finish phrasing the question, and although she tried her best to hide her emotions, she could still see a wry smile on her face.

"It's not about me, and it's not about Mr. Herstal Armalette," she said evasively. "It's about justice."

--Leohard Schreiber, Westland Daily News

The sky was dark and there were a few lightning bolts faintly streaking across the sky. There was a lot of rain in Westland throughout the four seasons, and people who lived here for a long time were already used to the bào rain that came from time to time. The hospital's plain white walls were filled with a strange smell of disinfectant water mixed with the rough, hard, sickly cloth washed with starch. sweetness.

The last time Lavasa McCard came to this ward, there was still a flamboyant red poppy on the ward's cupboard - Albarino insisted that it was a poppy, and McCard was a little confused. The subtle differences between the plants—now there is a lily that has gradually bloomed, and I don’t know which visitor left it.

McArd stared at the flower for a moment, then suddenly admitted that, at least the Sunday gardener was right, that Olga Molozze was really not suitable for this ubiquitous flower.

The owner of the ward was lying on the white bed sheet, which was even thinner and thinner than the last time he came. Under the bed sheet, there should be a vacancy in the left leg that was empty. Her nurse Annie Brook said she had been slowly losing weight lately, and although the doctor reassured it was nothing, but—

At this moment, the nurse is staying in the lounge, and I don't know how many times he's watching one of the Twilight movies. Of course, McCard himself hasn't seen any of them, but his department has A colleague liked those movies a few years ago, and McCard understands the charm of this fantasy story: a pair of canine teeth, a little blood can save dying people, a strange power beyond human beings, no need for laws.

Constraints, justice can be done only in accordance with ancient creeds, and the threatening of the race can be eradicated.

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