Wine and Gun

There were a lot of disturbing thoughts in his mind, and at the same time the ringing of his mobile phone suddenly pierced the silence.

"Hey?"

The call was from someone he could never have imagined.

Herstal rejected the celebration banquet that Holmes had enthusiastically proposed, and when he returned home, Albarino was already sitting on the sofa.

It's not particularly surprising that Albarino left the courtroom after his testimony in the afternoon, not waiting for the outcome of the trial -- if Herstal's head didn't hurt so much, he must have been called to speak to the medical examiner. The supervisor talked, and what he said on the witness stand in the afternoon was no joke. Perhaps, he has now been suspended, perhaps, he will soon be prosecuted by the Forensic Medical Service.

But Herstal doesn't think about these things now.

He felt pain from the sun to the eye sockets, to the cervical spine, and there was a strange blockage in his throat, as if something was pressing heavily on his stomach. But given that he barely ate anything all day, that's almost impossible.

Herstal didn't even have time to give Albarino a glance, he stumbled to the bathroom, and a bitter acid came up in his throat - the feeling was always there, when he stood The nauseating feeling lurked in Tled's throat as he uttered every word around him, as the jury president finally pronounced every verdict—and all he did was keep himself from throwing up. on the bathroom floor.

His knees hit the cold tiles hard.

But Hestal's empty stomach actually had nothing to vomit at all. The feeling of vomiting would only make the process more difficult. The bitter stomach acid refluxed out of the esophagus, causing a little tears to ooze out of his eyes. .

He felt a pain in his chest, although the nausea had passed a little, but the headache seemed to be worse. Before Herstal could lift himself up from the tiles, just flushing the toilet with shaking fingers, he heard a series of footsteps behind him.

He heard the crisp sound of the cups colliding, and when Herstal stood up with his body supported, Albarino slid a glass of mouthwash into his hand as fluently and naturally as he had been waiting for a long time. While Herstal tried his best to suppress the bitter and sour taste in his mouth, the other party stood there quietly and motionless.

Until at last Herstal spit out the mouthwash, rinsed the glass and put it back on the shelf, and Albarino silently stepped forward.

The man looked like a pale ghost in the bright light of the bathroom, but his fingers were warmer than the ghost. Albarino put a hand around his shoulder, the other hand gently brushed the corners of his mouth and Adam's apple, brushed the whitish scar on Herstal's neck - the shape of a tooth mark, someone Once biting that flesh and blood, it was like biting a prey that was unable to struggle.

Herstal closed his eyes and grabbed the fabric behind Albarino's shirt with one hand.

Then, he felt the other party kiss his eyelid, and Albarino's voice was as firm as an anchor, as heavy as a foundation stone, sweeter than the lotus flower in the hands of a lotus eater.

Albarino asked in a low voice, "Herstal, what do you want?"

Herstal responded with silence, until the other's third breath brushed warmly across his cheekbones.

"Fuck me," he said in the Sunday gardener's ear.

Those who ate lotus seeds that were as sweet as honey were unwilling to come back with a letter, and they were unwilling to leave. They just wanted to stay there and stay with the lotus eaters, forgetting the way home.

Note:

[1] The boldface is from The Odyssey.

Chapter 91 Lotus Eater 02

After hearing what Herstal said, Albarino paused for a moment and blinked, as if he hadn't expected the other person to say this - even though he was the one who suggested "I can put those bad The idea is squeezed out of your head".

For a second or two he just looked at Herstal, whose iris was an unreal blue in the overly bright bathroom light, bloodshot eyes crawling, unhealthy. The bluish-blackness of his eyes was spreading claws and claws on the skin under his eyes.

If Albarino was a considerate lover, he should have offered to say "you should go to sleep for a while" - which is what Albarino would have done most of the time with other lovers from his past, but apparently Not at this moment, nor when facing Herstal. So he kept his usual smile and leaned forward gently to kiss Herstal on the corner of the mouth.

"Okay," he replied simply, as he had answered when Herstal had called him earlier.

The next moment, Albarino's hand suddenly grabbed Herstal's shoulder and slammed him against the wall. Herstal's head hit the cold and white tile, and he let out a low voice. A muffled sound.

Still the old topic, "If Albarino were a considerate lover", he would put a hand on the back of Herstal's head, but he didn't need to, because Herstal didn't this kind of thing. At such a moment, there seems to be a line of clear words in the void to write for him what the other party needs: the other party needs pain, needs thick bào, needs bigger làngcháo to drown everything that happened before. It's all in vain, needless delay before the inevitable end, but...

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