Wine and Gun

For the pianist, the pleasure of staying in the game was as great as the pleasure of continuing his nighttime part-time job—not surprising to conclude that Albarino remembers that night at his house, holding the Herstal's look at the knife. To see what kind of passion another murderer who knows himself well can generate under his own body, Albarino can probably describe it - although the consequences of such behavior are almost fatal.

For Herstal, he had clearly come to the conclusion that "if I don't kill you now, I will fall in love with you one day", but he didn't do it, but chose to go missing. This is unusual.

That's what makes "taboo" a taboo.

Albarino's teeth scraped his Adam's apple, and he could hear his heart beating loudly. The pulse beat under his lips like war, like living.

"As I said, I've made some progress in this subject," Albarino replied quietly.

Note:

[1] Always keep silent:

In fact, it is such a stalk: when the pastor presides over a wedding, he usually says at the end of his speech, "If you have any objections, please speak now, otherwise please keep silent forever" - and then someone can rush into the church and shout "I don't agree with this marriage." It's time.

Chapter 39 Dance, dance, my doll 03

When Herstal walked to the parking lot, he still felt a lingering wetness in his throat.

Albarino still followed him unhurriedly. According to the other party, it was because "I'm going to take the subway near the parking lot." Herstal decided that if he finally found out that the other party was lying, it would be better Use your own car to run the opponent under the wheel.

He let his bàonüè fantasies go on for a while, until he saw that there was actually a subway station standing at the intersection near the parking lot. Herstal was already in front of his car parked on the edge of the parking lot, and Albarino was heading for the subway station.

It was supposed to be like this: the two of them pretended to say goodbye politely, hiding their true thoughts under tacit smiles, and then immediately, waiting for the next jiāo Feng who did not know when. They seem to be like the metal balls on the farthest sides of Newton's pendulum. When one falls, the other will be ejected, and they will never be parallel. After a short contact is a long lonely flight.

So of course they have brief hilarity and kisses, but never spend the night on each other's bed.

——As it should be, until things suddenly galloped away in the other direction.

Because a person suddenly appeared from the side of the parking lot and walked towards them at a rapid pace. It was a shaggy-haired, thirty-something-looking man who didn't look threatening, but the target was clearly the two of them. Albarino also noticed the other party, and he turned his head to look in that direction twice, and the other party had already rushed in front of them.

"Hello, Doctor Barris," the man didn't even bother to condescend to give Herstal a rude look, "I'm Leohard Schreiber, a special correspondent for the Westerland Daily News, may I ask you Could you-"

The special reporter has a slight European accent, and Herstal also noticed that on his right hand holding the recorder, the little finger was broken off at the root, and the smooth cross-section scar was very bright in color, probably one or two. wounds left over the years.

"No." Albarino answered decisively before the reporter had finished asking the whole sentence.

The other party paused for a moment, obviously not surprised by Albarino's answer. Shi Haibo was obviously not disappointed, but continued to ask: "But Dr. Bacchus, you should know that many people on the Internet now believe that you are the victim of the sexual assault committed by the Westland pianist some time ago. …”

"I understand what they think, but what does that have to do with me?" Albarino asked rhetorically, "Although I wasn't involved in the detection of this case—as you know, when it happened, I was The Langdon incident is on leave -- but as WLPD practice I can't reveal too much."

"Even if it affects your reputation?" Schheiber asked.

"I wonder why you think this way, Mr. Reporter. Being considered a victim of the qiángjian case affects my reputation? Are we now in an era where virgins are sacrificed to evil dragons?" Albarino gave a flirtatious smile. Still wearing that gentle mask, it was impossible to see into his true thoughts, "I think this matter still affects the reputation of the pianist - this kind of case is too tasteless even for a serial murderer. already."

Herstal glanced at Albarino.

"But, did you just come out of an anonymous mutual aid club?" Shi Haibo continued to ask, his eyes lit up, "The manager of the small theater told me that every Saturday the theater rents an anonymous mutual aid club for sexual assault trauma. , for-"

"Okay, Mr. Schubert." Herstal interrupted coldly, "Are you following Dr. Bacchus? This is already suspected of violating people's privacy."

The reporter finally condescended to look at Herstal and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm his lawyer," Herstal replied simply, "and please delete the recording, my client disagrees with this recording, and I don't think you want to be sued for such a trivial matter— Doctor Bucks?"

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