Wine and Gun

But in the end, they came up with a massive sexual assault case, which not only made everyone in the forensic medicine bureau and the police station go crazy, but also completely destroyed the pianist's usual law of crime, making the whole thing even the opposite side. For writers, it's also twice as bizarre.

As Herstal used the word, "snatch," the case was ultimately rigged by Albarino to steer things in a direction he liked. In the worst words, in this sexual assault case, it was the pianist who was used.

For an obsessive-compulsive maniac like Herstal, it seems that he should have shot the culprit in the head - but he didn't. Now, he was pressing the culprit on the sofa, and asked solemnly: "I want to fuck you again."

——It seems that this matter cannot be described by anything other than "eating the marrow and knowing the taste".

"I doubt if I admit that I do enjoy it, you'll get carried away," Herstal replied, his voice low and dangerous. Albarino saw the degree of dilation of the opponent's dark pupils, and squeezed the light blue iris into a thin line of delicate rings, which looked almost inhuman.

"Indeed," Albarino replied with a smile, "it's hard for me to remain graceful while enjoying the victory."

Herstal blinked. He put one hand next to Albarino's head and slowly lowered his body. Some blond hair fell from his forehead, which had been smoothed with hairspray. It hung wobbly on his forehead. Albarino almost wanted to laugh more: he could imagine this man walking around his law firm with a straight face, and accepting the fact that a few insiders looked at "the poor victim of the killer Qiángni". "The baptism of pity glances.

——Those people don't know what kind of monster is hidden under this clever human shell, and they don't know what crime he committed.

But sin can also be called beautiful, just as Friedrich von Schlegel said, ugliness is the thorn in the soul, but also the charm.

Herstal wouldn't know what he was thinking, he just continued to look down at him, suppressing his heavy breathing, and asked, "So, how much do you want to plant delphinium on my corpse?"

"You can't imagine how much I think," Albarino replied in a low voice, hearing his voice hoarse. "The desire to destroy you is as vigorous as the desire to possess you."

Herstal probably wasn't surprised by this answer, for he gave Albarino a grin that bared his teeth, then closed the distance between them and leaned down to kiss him.

—or, that wasn't a real kiss. The other side ripped open the newly healed wound on his lower lip without pity, licking it away slowly until the blood came out again. Herstal was doing it as if he was eating him slowly, Albarino frowning in pain, but his fingers were still clinging to each other's shoulders, fingers tightening on those skins, maybe tomorrow. Next bluish bruise.

Albarino kind of wants to rant, "As someone who went to medical school I tell you it's unhygienic", or something like that. He didn't say them in the end, the words felt like Herstal had chewed them down.

The other party pressed him viciously on the sofa, and when his weight unabashedly pressed him up, he didn't even try to hide the vigorous heat rising from his body. Albarino gave a breathless sneer between the other's lips, and when Herstal separated the two of them, he really laughed.

"—you can't imagine, I just seemed to have succeeded in proving my colleague's opinion wrong," Albarino whispered, and he could feel his lips hot and slippery, saliva mixed Blood, "Tommy once swore to me that the Westland pianist must have had an erectile dysfunction, and only had a libido when the victim's guts were taken out."

Hestal looked down at Albarino, as if he wanted to sigh, but also as if he regretted why he didn't kill him before. Albariño kept laughing until Herstal blocked his lips again, and could hear the pleasant sound still throbbing in his chest.

Herstal put his hand into Albarino's shirt again grumpily, pressing lightly on his stomach until a painful gasp succeeded in replacing the smile. Then Herstal began to unbutton his shirts - which apparently had a better end than the one that had been damaged by the pianist in the early hours of the 30th - until the other's entire chest was exposed in his before.

Albarino's skin was indeed covered with vertical and horizontal wounds and scabs, similar to what Herstal had imagined. Those shallow scabs have dried up and turned brown, like a small string of dark beads on the skin, and the deeper wounds are more swollen and ferocious. They are stitched together thickly with sutures, and the stitches seem to be transparent. some blood.

Albarino dipped his fingers into his hair as Herstal lowered his head and scratched his teeth through the bruises.

He had no intention of refusing, not even until Herstal bit his throat. The other side put his teeth on his throbbing veins, the veins were running wildly under the other side's lips, and there was almost a smile in Albarino's voice, he unconcernedly exposed his neck and slowly touched it He brushed Herstal's hair, and at the same time promised in a low voice, "I'll come to you next time."

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