Wine and Gun

In all fairness, Olga himself didn't mind missing out on Slade's case. The prisoner in this case was a textbook scumbag, and that's all, the interrogation process made by the other side convoluted did not arouse much interest in Olga.

Olga took advantage of Annie's departure, and reached out and dragged the TV remote control on the closet - the location of the remote control was a little too far for a person who had just woken up and had not yet been rehabilitated, if it was under Annie's eyes , Olga certainly couldn't do such a thing that might make him fall headlong - she changed two channels and didn't even look at the news with sensational headlines.

Then she found out that there was a TV station that was actually broadcasting "The Lone Rider," so she enthusiastically turned the volume up—and that's when Annie came back.

Annie's expression looked a little confused. She was holding a box wrapped in water red wrapping paper: "Someone sent you a package... The courier sent it, and I signed for you."

She didn't say if it was a gift from Olga's boyfriend, because since Olga woke up, Anne quickly found out: First, the handsome man she saw in the hospital before was not Olga's boyfriend; second, if she read the news correctly, the man seems to be missing now, it is his life and death unknown - apparently from the WLPD press conference, all parties feel the possibility of his death bigger.

Therefore, Anne's attitude towards Olga became more cautious.

Olga had no idea how mentally active her caregiver was. She put the box on her lap and carefully removed the white ribbon attached to the box. Annie moved her head curiously to see what was inside. She raised her voice almost immediately, exclaiming, "What is this, so beautiful!"

Inside the box was what appeared to be a handicraft, resembling a white tray pieced together with white, flat, curved columns, the edges of which were curved upwards, sharp and jagged, like straight bones. The "tray" was of no discernible material, it was as white as plaster, and it looked a bit rough and grainy. On top of this utensil, there was a handful of tiny white flowers with pale red stamens.

Olga reached out and touched it. Those petals were delicate and soft, and they were real flowers.

Her fingers moved deftly all the way down the edge of the box, not touching any cardboard greeting cards that should have appeared in a similar gift of flowers. And Annie reached out and touched the white object under the small pile of flowers, and asked curiously, "It feels strange, what material is this made of?"

"It feels like a bone product," Olga commented smoothly, "Don't you notice that the shape of the tray below is very similar to the wrong ribs?"

"Crafts made from animal bones? Deer bones?" Annie guessed that there were many elk in the forest around Westland, and she had seen many kinds of crafts made of antlers.

"The flowers on it are orchids," Olga concluded.

Annie looked up at her with a confused look on her face.

"I've heard such a legend about orchids," Olga said in a flat voice, fiddling with the orchids with his fingers, "In ancient Greece, there was a god named Orchis. Priestess of Bacchus, so he was punished by the goddess of fate, whipped and torn to pieces in the shape of an orchid."

Annie trembled exaggeratedly: "In terms of content, I don't think it's a good story."

"It's not a good story, indeed," agreed Olga, still staring at the flowers in her hands, "but it's a gift from a friend."

Lavasa McCard is again at the door of the intensive care unit. This time, lying in the room was a man whose life was worthless. His head was completely bandaged, many tubes extended from his body, and all the instruments around him were beeping.

The day before, when Slade fell from the floor-to-ceiling window, McArd thought he was dead, but he just fell on the terrace on the next floor. His heart stopped twice on the way to the hospital. But for some reason, he is still alive and strong.

And John Garcia was standing beside him, unable to empathize with him, but excited by the possibility of catching the Westland pianist. He reported: "...the doctor said that although he was protected by a body armor, his ribs punctured an organ, and they had to remove part of his stomach during the operation; in addition, he landed in the posture during the high fall. Very bad, ended up breaking his lumbar spine, which would lead to paraplegia; and the bullet that went through his head went through the left side of his brain, it's a miracle he survived, but the bullet could still hurt his control Areas of language function..."

McCard listened silently, still staring at the man lying there who was ignorant: Is there any essential difference between a man and a puddle of rotting flesh under such circumstances? Why is he not dead yet?

"We can't say for sure the extent of the damage to his brain, and we'll have to wait until he wakes up," Garcia continued. "It's likely he'll never be able to speak again, in fact, he'll be thankful that he's still responsive to questioning."

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