Wine and Gun

"'Since that tree was planted, why wasn't it planted for him? If it wasn't for him, why put him near the tree, and let the tree grow into the most pleasing one in the middle of the garden?'" Herstal suddenly took the second half of the sentence that Albarino was about to quote in a calm tone, and he looked calmer than before.

"I'm surprised, Herstal." Albarino blinked and gave him a small smile.

"I think that's about it." Olga nodded approvingly. "Anyway, the Sunday gardener must have understood the pianist's intentions, and he responded."

Officer Hardy gān swallowed hard and pointed to the wet corpse lying on the ground: "So, the Sunday gardener killed Thomas Norman, and then he—"

"He made 'Abel,' a similar theme," Olga said briskly. "Richard Norman's body was stuck upright on a stake in an apple orchard, and his brother Thomas was It's upside down on a stake in the water. I'm guessing that the Sunday gardener used water to refer to the mirror, so that the brother's body was exactly some kind of reflection of his brother's body, similar but not identical to him: the horns on his head Representing Abel's flock, the apple blossom still refers to the forbidden tree in the Garden of Eden; while those red flowers and long branches with red buds represent blood, Cain killed Abel, and Abel's blood flowed from his chest oozing out of the wound—"

Herstal suddenly grabbed Albarino's wrist and raised his hand a little: Albarino's gloves were still stained with blood and a little dirt.

"The Sunday gardener put dirt in Thomas's wound, which is in Abel's wound," Herstal whispered, giving Albarino a deep look, "and opened his mouth, Receive your brother's blood from your hand. Now from this land you shall be cursed'..."

"If you behave so well again, I'm afraid Bart will hire you." Albarino teased with a smile.

"So what the hell is this?" Inspector Hardy couldn't help growling. "The pianist killed a man, and we police didn't see the theme of his murder, but the Sunday gardener did— Not only did he see it, he also wanted to kill someone to tell the world that he saw it... What the hell did he want?"

Olga gān smiled and spread out his hands: "I don't know why he did this, to express his appreciation for the other party's work? Or did he want to show that facing the same theme, he can express himself more beautifully than a pianist? Or did he just want to yell 'I get it' at the pianist? Anyway - he's sending a message to the Westland pianist."

She glanced at the quiet crowd, and for some reason she wasn't as anxious as Sergeant Hardy. Perhaps, as long as you don't care about the lives of those who died, you won't be anxious at all, just like Albarino's heart.

In this regard, Herstal is also right, saying to Albarino earlier, "The living and the dead do not mean the same thing, and this one - doesn't mean anything to me."

Olga shrugged his shoulders easily, putting a final conclusion on these lunatics wandering in a dark corner of Westland City.

"Obviously, the two most terrifying psychopaths in Westland are starting to notice each other," she said.

Note:

[1] The timeline of this article is 2016, so all the models that appear in the article are listed before 2016.

The writer originally wanted Herstal to drive the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, but unfortunately that SUV was only launched in 2018, so he could only drive the Phantom (although I still wanted him to drive the big car). The car's launch price was around £215,000, luxury for the rich.

And the red Chevrolet sports car that Albarino drove was actually the fifth-generation Chevrolet Camaro—the big bee in the Transformers movie—the price was about $30,000. IKEA IKEA.

Chapter 7 A Confession to Persephone 01

For the lawyers at A\u0026H Law Firm, one of the firm's partners, Herstal Armalite, is a legend.

There is no doubt that he is handsome young and promising, although his morals are questionable - for anyone who would go to his firm knowing that he is a gangster lawyer, discussing his morals is inherent. It doesn't make sense - but anyway, of those who witnessed a horrific murder on Sunday morning, Mr. Armalette must have been one of the most poised to go to work on Monday.

Just a day after the Sunday gardener's murder, it's at a time when people are talking about it the most. During the lunch break of A\u0026H law firm, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Herstal's office, you can see a group of reporters squatting in front of the door, trying to stop everyone who leaves the office.

It was at this moment that the knock on the door rang hesitantly.

It was Herstal's secretary, Emma, ​​who entered the door. The pretty blonde sat in the cubicle outside Herstal's office, blocking every phone call from reporters for him. She looks tired now, apparently rubbing off a bit of lipstick while eating her bland sandwich lunch during her break, and she hasn't had time to pick it up yet.

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