Wine and Gun

So the truth is so clear at this moment: the truth is written in Bacchus's crazy smile, in his dàng firefly green eyes, in the flowers.

Slade realized that he was facing the Sunday gardener at the same time.

How ironic that his misfortune started with Herstal Armalite, apparently this kid who was quiet enough as a kid grew up to be a serial killer and managed to get involved with another serial killer, let's get it out Can drive anyone crazy. One serial killer chooses another serial killer, death or love, it's the crazy drama they put on in front of the public, at a time when everyone applauds for the tragic love of a man like Amalette , In the dark, there are actors who have never been on stage pulling out the sharp knives hidden behind them.

Stryder's mouth was full of horrified curses. madman. devil. But he couldn't utter a word. At this moment, his eyes were completely split, but it seemed that he couldn't even look away from the entangled body.

He watched the madman's hand tighten on the white tablecloth, and Stryder saw his own blood dripping from the wound on his arm, running along the strings of the piano hanging from the ceiling, thickly covering The metal texture of the strings themselves finally fell after being overwhelmed, making a snapping sound and falling on the white tablecloth drop by drop, like a series of footprints walking towards the blond young man lying on the sacrificial table. He saw the folds between those fabrics like miniature mountains and rivers, and he thought of White Oak, of churches, of those stained glass windows soaked in sinful night.

For the first time in many, many years, he felt some regrets.

Blood fell like raindrops, and one of them landed on the corner of Albarino Bacchus' eyes, like a blood-red tear that was about to fall. Herstal paused for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and wiped the drop of blood from the corner of Albarino's eye with his fingertips, creating a distinct, long line on his skin. red traces.

Then Herstal raised his head and gave Slade a faint look.

The pianist's gaze was even calm, without the madness or hatred that ordinary people imagined. But Slade felt a chill, a chill that crept up his spine and rattled his teeth.

He suddenly realized that he really won't survive the next morning.

When the procession of the floats was halfway through, the snow had stopped. The sky was clear after the lead-grey clouds had cleared, and a meniscus was poking out from behind the muslin cloud, its curved edges as sharp as knives.

The floats decorated with all kinds of lanterns are still moving along the road in the roar of music. The line of floats has been stretched for a long time. A variety of other themed floats have already joined the team. The floats flowed down the road like a river of light: the lights were stitched together in a variety of over-the-top colors that looked lively, but not elegant.

But everyone in the procession was very happy, and God wouldn't mind the dull-eyed Virgin Mary lights on the floats, just as He didn't mind medieval clergy who burned innocent women as witches at the stake Same on the column. The tourists have basically changed groups. The nearly four-hour parade is indeed a bit too long. Many people have left after enjoying the festive atmosphere, and new tourists continue to join the team.

The brother and sister, who came to the Christmas parade, were at the front of the parade. At this time, Francis was saying: "...there is a very beautiful statue of the Virgin Mary. If the time is right, I will definitely go to see it. But when I checked the travel guide last time, the Internet said that the church is no longer open for viewing. There are plans for restoration, but it will take several years to complete the restoration.”

"All monuments cannot escape the fate of gradual decay. Even if they escape time, they may not escape natural and man-made disasters." Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, as if she was experienced, "It's like the Cathedral of Flora, that What a pity."

——Flora Cathedral is one of the main churches of the Hoxton Kingdom. It has a very rare ceiling fresco, which has high artistic value. Unfortunately, this church was attacked by a terrorist two years ago. destroyed in one go.

Francis also sighed and nodded sympathetically, and then continued: "So, the countless outstanding works of art we have created are indeed a fleeting and precious thing. Nothing is immortal, human beings themselves are still them. That's how things are created."

"In this way, everything is meaningless because it will eventually perish. Anyway, beauty will eventually disappear, so there is no value in creating beauty itself." Charlotte said solemnly, although it sounded from her tone. Most of the time, she wanted to raise a bar with her brother.

"A lot of pessimists might think so," Francis replied with a smile, his eyes relaxed and distant, towards the end of the zigzagging river of lights. "You might as well think of them in simpler terms - as Chernyshevsky put it: 'Beauty is life'."

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