Wine and Gun

In the center of the dòng is a bloodshot eyeball, a fresh, human eyeball.

Miss Rose Nair stood dumbfounded in front of the bloody package. She was stunned for ten seconds, and then let out an inhuman scream from her throat.

O remote, secret, inviolable rose,

You hug me at my critical moment.

Sunday, June 4th.

Derek Kermin — who makes a living running a convenience store in a small town, a staunch Republican supporter whose home is covered in Donald Trump posters — stumbles down a wooded path . He never regretted living on the edge of town as much as he does today. After all, Westland was affected by the abundant water vapor of the Great Lakes, and the whole city was surrounded by fucking forests.

He has lived around the forest since he was a child, and has seen many horror movies where the victims scream and run wild in the forest. Before today, he had always sneered at that kind of scene. The forest was closely related to the warm memories of his childhood. , he never found the horror of these trees.

But tonight, for the first time, he realized that there were inexplicable dark shadows between those towering trees, and in each shadow, a madman with a sharp blade seemed to be able to step out immediately. The night was so silent that the sound of his breathless gasps and the crunch of his feet stepping on dead leaves echoed like thunder in the night, and occasionally unknown birds flew from at least, like A mourning howl.

Kermin was no longer sure where he was fleeing. Every fork of the trail looked exactly the same, damaged by the roots of the trees that were gradually invading the road, and it was difficult to walk with potholes. Which road will take him to town? He needed to go to the police station, he needed to find the normally annoying sheriff, who—

——He stumbled on the roots of the tree half above the ground in the soil and fell hard.

Ke Mian fell between a pile of dead leaves, his hands and face were covered with dust, his breathing still sounded like a bellows, and dàng piercingly in his ears. And what about those crumbly, soles running over leaves?

By the dim moonlight passing through the branches, he saw a tall shadow covering him.

Kermin shuddered, his entire back tense, and then he realized that a stream of heat was running down between his legs, slowly soaking through his pants.

He wanted to curse, to get up and keep running, but neither succeeded. He froze in place like a frightened quail, and one foot stuck under his body, turning him over roughly.

In the dark night, Kermione could not see the young man's face, only his curly hair fluttered uneasy in the night wind, and the knife in his hand flashed a dazzling flash from time to time. When the young man spoke in a pleasant and soft voice, he asked, "How much did you charge Slade?"

And Kermian could only reply with chattering teeth: "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"I mean," repeated the man in a good-natured manner, "how much money did Kaba Slade give you to be willing to vote acquittal as a jury member? After all, if I didn't It's not the first time you've been on a jury, if you're mistaken, and you seem to be leaning heavily toward guilt in previous cases where such upper-class figures have been charged."

The man looked down at his prey, and Derek Kermian's teeth rattled, unable to utter a complete word. After a while, the knife-wielding man sighed lightly and quickly.

"Forget it," he said lightly, "I don't really care about the answer."

The cordon that was pulled up in the police station hall, after the case of Blanca Areola on Christmas Eve, the police station hall has never enjoyed this treatment again.

Ross Nair was taken aside by the thoughtful Alexander, who was sitting on a high stool in the corner of the hall with a steaming cup of tea in hand when Hardy arrived, sobbing softly.

At this moment, Hardy is really thankful that most of the reporters are ready near the court, or they are still trying their luck at the prosecutor's office, or if they find out that there is another murder in the police station, the scene will really be out of control. Living:

What the prosecutors plan to charge Herstal Armalite with is also a hot topic of concern recently. After all, speculation related to the Westland pianist is only speculation from beginning to end, and it is impossible without evidence. The prosecution is likely to be charged by prosecutors with attempted first-degree murder, but this obviously does not prevent journalists chasing hot topics related to the pianist from following him with enthusiasm.

At the time of the Kabastride case, they thought it was the most high-profile trial of the year, but now it's not.

As a police officer, one of the principal investigators in Herstal Armalette's attempted murder case, and the husband of prosecutor Wallis Hardy herself, Bart Hardy certainly knows a lot. For example, Wallis was barred from participating in the trial of the Butcher case and Amalette's jiāo episode, and the prosecutor in charge was named Ingrid Musk; another example, Hardy also knew Herstal graciously admitted that he murdered Albarino, but when asked about Slade during the interrogation process, he was very uncooperative - although it was clear that the former was the one whose body they had not found. , while another stack of witnesses could attest to how he shot Slade.

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