Wine and Gun

The two of them have only met twice, how has it developed enough to allow the other party to bring him lunch? And the man didn't even think to say a word to him before rushing into his office. Herstal hated things that were out of his control, especially when it came to the forensic doctor he hadn't been with for a few hours at all—there was something in the other's green eyes that always made him feel extra vigilant, even more so than Bart Hardy. It was even more intense when he was a police officer.

Albarino shrugged his shoulders and gave a small animal-like wounded smile, presumably pretending to arouse sympathy: "Maybe it is, but most people I know actually enjoy it. of that."

"Maybe it's because they think you have a pretty face," Herstal pointed out, "or maybe they want to fuck you."

"It would be better if you compliment others 'you are charming' with nicer words." Albarino laughed, "Do you want to eat? If not, I'll go talk to the sweet guy sitting outside your office. Miss Emma shared."

—So, somehow, the two of them ended up sitting at the little table at the side of the office and finishing their lunch. Herstal's office is very large, and the sofa chairs placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are like soft clouds, although no one has ever rested in this position, considering the... occupations of Herstal's clients, They may prefer to see their lawyers on their own turf.

The office of this reputable lawyer is simply the best place for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder: everything looks spotless, picture frames and books are neatly arranged, every office item on the table is parallel to the edge of the table, It looks so impersonal that it looks like a design template that the designer has just taken care of, rather than a place where one person spends at least eight hours a day.

Just being in a room like this makes it feel like an absolute sin to drop food scraps on the ground, and it makes people afraid to make suggestions about eating in such a space, but Albarino apparently didn't Overwhelmed by this invisible and terrifying atmosphere, he seemed to be quite happy sitting on the sofa.

And Herstal also has to admit that although the lunch is not technical, Albarino's food is still delicious. And obviously he was very good at cutting fruit: this is not surprising, anyway, judging from Herstal's experience at the Forensic Medicine Bureau, this person's cutting level is also quite high.

"So that's what you've decided now?" Herstal asked as they ate their last bit of dessert, who, according to Albarino, also baked the muffins himself. "Take turns to see if I get killed by the Sunday gardener?"

"It's just a worry, according to the time interval between his crimes, he may not kill you soon." Albarino shrugged his shoulders, with a strange smile on his face, "but after all, he only texted to You, it's rare, and Bart is worried he'll contact you again."

"If he contacts me again, I will call the police," Herstal pointed out.

"What if it's the kind of 'contacting you' with a knife hidden under you? In short, there is no harm in being cautious." Albarino licked his fingertips subconsciously after eating the last muffin. Then he seemed to realize what he was doing, and smiled at Herstal embarrassedly, "We'll come and have a look when we have time, but Bart and Bates probably won't be able to get away, you may Or see me and Olga more."

"Then I'd probably rather talk to Miss Molozer." Herstal did not hesitate to put that smug sarcasm on his face, even though he had obviously just eaten lunch prepared by others.

Albarino snorted: "Although I admit that Olga is beautiful enough, when you get along with her, you will find that she is annoying - really, unusually annoying, you don't want to be superficial. Confused."

"What about you?" Herstal looked at him and asked suddenly, "Are you confused by something? I don't think I have anything to get your attention."

"Inspiration, my muse gave me metaphysical guidance," Albarino said sweetly and ambiguously, "I am here to get acquainted with you, because it is only when I am acquainted with you that I can fully Know where you should be."

"You'd better not leave me any space, ordinary law enforcement officers hate people like me." Herstal sneered.

Albarino shrugged nonchalantly and slumped comfortably into the sofa, showing his determination to blend in with the comfortable fabric sofa: "I'm not a law enforcement officer, and besides, I'm a forensic doctor only because I Just love the job."

Herstal didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

"Since I don't have the naive impulse to defend justice, I won't feel too disgusted by what you're doing." Albarino smiled, "Lawyer Armalite, when you defend the defendant, you must Has it broken many innocent hearts?"

"That sounds like a pretty emotional charge," Herstal said slowly.

"...Emotional." Albarino nodded thoughtfully. "I wanted to ask the day you went to the Forensic Medicine Bureau to sign the power of attorney. You don't feel anything about what you're doing, right?"

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