Wine and Gun

This rhythmic sound coincides with the beat of the heartbeat. The sound is produced from the blood flow in the veins and conducted by the blood vessels to the tympanic membrane, and does not require special treatment without affecting the quality of life. Herstal often only hears such sounds in extremely quiet situations, and because it does not affect sleep, he never pays attention to it.

But at this moment, he realized once again that he was still submerged in that river of blood. The last time he had this feeling was when he was standing in front of Billy's body, and Albarino's fingers pressed gently. On his shoulders, he said, the pianist.

Hestal sat on the spot and adjusted his breathing, watching the coffee in front of him cool down little by little, and the last trace of steam escaped in the air. About a quarter of an hour later, Aurelie appeared in front of him again, the stylized smile on her face never faded, but she looked a little more indifferent than the day she approached him at the dinner party.

She simply said, "Please come with me."

So Herstal got up and followed her, as if Alice followed the rabbit with the pocket watch through the twisting rabbit dòng - but things were always subtly different, because in the end Alice would still wake up from the dream Come and find yourself lying on my sister's lap. And what he is facing is not a dream from which he can wake up. Even if he says to himself "I believe everything is fine", he will never wake up from the dream. In real life, there will be no sweet sign marked "eat me" on the little cake, and they don't know if they will die the next moment before they eat it.

He may well be on a path to death, as always, he is in prison.

Herstal and O'Reilly walked through the winding corridors, realizing that the inside of the building was bigger than it looked from the outside, with every inch of the walls and ceiling painted over where the designer could play. It has a pattern that shows the owner's bad taste and money that has nowhere to go.

They walked to a blue corridor. The wall at the end of the corridor was decorated with a stuffed deer head. The glass fake eyeballs stared straight ahead. The paint on the walls is bright, but still unpleasant: some psychologists insist that living in a blue room for long periods of time can make one's mood somber, and Herstal only learned from this In the corridor, I vaguely saw a trace of the shadow of the "Shining" set.

"It's there, the red door on the left at the end of the corridor." Aureli said in a low and soft voice, handing Herstal a key with a simple shape, "This is the key to the door, Mr. Rowan still has it. There is another backup, but don't lose it. Lock the door when you want to leave, and return the key to Rowan - he will be waiting in the front hall of the mansion."

Then she nodded and left in a hurry, wondering if there was another distinguished guest who made an appointment. She turned a corner, and the figure disappeared quickly, and in the end only Herstal was left holding the key and standing there.

The door was not far from him. It was painted a heavy blood red, and it was especially ugly to match with the blue corridor walls. I really don't know which little genius came up with the idea. Although he was so slandered in his heart, Herstal knew that 80% of it was the taste of the late Philip Thompson.

At this moment Herstal had no choice but to walk to the door, push the key into the lockhole, make a low click when turned, and the hinges creak when turned. He made some mental preparations for what he would see inside, and this mental preparation weighed heavily in his heart like a big rock.

And when he opened the door, he saw only a figure rushing towards him quickly; there was a flash of light before his eyes: it was the reflection of a metal object in the light.

It took Albarino a long time to open that lock.

He thinks he's quite good at sliding door lock picking - a craft he learned from a French thief when he traveled to Europe after college; Teaching diligently to keep his fingers—but the lock in front of him is really hard to open, and it’s distracting to always be on the lookout for someone from across the hallway.

It took him about a quarter of an hour to open the door, then slipped in silently along the crack, and carefully locked the door as it was from the inside. The corridors outside were covered with thick carpets, and if someone came, he couldn't hear footsteps at all, he could only count on Slade's sound when he unlocked it to give him some hints.

Of course, Slade had better not come back to the office on a whim. Albarino didn't know how much time he was going to spend here. Confirming that the door was closed, he straightened up and looked around cautiously.

He is now standing in a spacious office with an office big enough to have sex on it, soft ergonomic office chairs, a fabric sofa in the corner, and a bookshelf that has never been opened. A book that has been used once to fill the facade.

Albarino took a tour of the room first, wearing rubber gloves on his hands, so he didn't worry about leaving fingerprints on anything. Therefore, the first thing he did was to open the window of this room - this is an old house, the lock on the window has gradually rusted, but it can still be pushed open.

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