Wine and Gun

Anyway, since the offense didn't actually happen, or something happened during the courtroom defense that Billy didn't mention - Herstal, as a lawyer, could have come up with four or five different options - that The teacher is not in jail now, he has apparently lost his job and has been placed under a restraining order by the court not to be around Billy.

Now the young man was talking sadly about his suspicions about being followed, and he seemed to be more inclined to believe that he was nervous to the point of confusion. His voice was trembling, and there was a faint cry in his unconsciously long tail.

If you look closely at this haggard-looking child, you may be able to deduce why the criminal chose him: although he is a little too thin, his face is actually very beautiful. He is beautiful, and has a pair of blue eyes like lake water.

"I love you more than sons."

Herstal frowned.

"Hey! Herstal!"

When they finally passed through several other people to share their experiences, shared several psychological readings under the leadership of the conference host, and finally held hands and recited a lot of Neil's prayers, the mutual aid meeting finally came to an end.

Herstal really wanted to slip away as fast as he could, but it was obviously impossible, and he was caught up by Albarino from behind as soon as he left the door.

At this moment, he felt that tingling desire in his fingers again, which made him want to stab the knife in his pocket into Albarino's chest, just to keep him from speaking.

But he obviously couldn't, and Albarino walked quickly behind him and said, "You're in a bad mood."

"Why?" Herstal asked.

"Understanding your emotions is a very wonderful knowledge. After all, you are willing to show too few expressions." Albarino said lazily, "But I believe that I am already in this subject. A little bit of success."

He was really embarrassed to say "understand people's emotions", why did they degenerate into discussing emotional issues with a psychopath?

Herstal snorted, not wanting to mess with him, but just hurried to the parking lot. Albarino followed closely behind, and he continued in that relaxed voice: "I guess it's not my problem, is it?"

Herstal stopped abruptly, nearly letting Albarino, who couldn't stop the car, hit him. He turned around angrily and asked, "Where did you see that this wasn't your problem?!"

Although Herstal always had a straight face, which frightened many interns in the firm, but to be honest, he really rarely lost his temper. When you accidentally lose your temper at work and you will be held in contempt of court, people should be able to control their temper.

As it turns out, that restraint hardly works in the presence of Albarino.

"We can recall," Albarino replied briskly, "the day I was discharged from the hospital, you came to my house to find me, and then we immediately rolled the bill; then you made some profound remarks about love. , and immediately left my house. There was no overnight stay, no good night, and by the way, never contacted me again, just like all ruthless scumbags."

Albarino said these words in a relaxed voice, but raised his volume unnecessarily. Of course he wasn't someone who would get angry about something like this. For God's sake, this little madman was just trying to attract the attention of passersby on the side of the road.

——When the passers-by cast their eyes on Herstal with extraordinarily rich content, he even looked a little happier.

Herstal grabbed Albarino's elbow with a headache and warned in a low voice, "Doctor Bacchus."

"Oh, okay, I'll keep silent about this forever, and I don't even have to swear by the Bible." Albarino blinked his eyes happily, then suddenly lowered his voice, and the smile quickly disappeared like sand-like water. His face disappeared, "I understand what you're worrying about: you're worried that if things go on like this, you'll be unable to kill me one day—no, that's not an accurate description, because you obviously have the will to kill. Kill anyone, right?"

He paused briefly, then rephrased: "You're worried that one day you'll feel really sad when you kill me...it makes you feel like things are starting to get out of your control, so you choose to disappear."

Albarino could feel Herstal's fingers tightening slightly on his elbow. He leaned forward, his lips almost brushed Herstal's earlobe, and said those words with a sticky breath.

"Control freak," he said affectionately.

Herstal's fingers suddenly loosened.

"How strange this is, Herstal." Albarino said in a chatty voice, grabbing Herstal's wrist with his backhand, and dragging him into the nearby sparsely populated alley. I don't really want to stand on the side of the road and accept the baptism of people's eyes, so I can only follow in his footsteps.

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