Wine and Gun

But despite this, Midalen was actually a very handsome young boy: that was the problem.

"A few months ago, I found out that someone was following me," Midalen said, and he snorted in dissatisfaction, "I told the social worker of course, but they didn't take it seriously, they said 'Medalen, you're lying again. '—but I didn't! Besides, I didn't lie before, I just didn't tell them about my teacher wanting to see my guardian, and about my fight with that little fat guy at school!"

Herstal was speechless, apparently Midaren was also a victim of the story. He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Then what?"

"Then one day I was blocked in an alley by two people, one black man and the other a bald man with a huge tattoo on his left cheek. I beat the bald head to the point of a nosebleed," Midaren said. Strange appearance, the scene of a young man with an angel face saying such a thing is really strange and anxious, "Then another person grabbed my hair and hit the wall, hitting it a lot..."

He paused a little, and Herstal saw his developing Adam's apple move up and down, swallowing hard. Then Midalen said, "When I woke up, I was caught by them."

"I need a more detailed description of the appearance of the two people who kidnapped you, as well as information about the place where you were being held—as detailed as you can." Herstal thought for a while and frowned.

"Isn't that the job of the police?" Midaren glanced at Herstal.

"If you want to believe that the police in Westland can save you from this ghost place, it is better to believe in God." Herstal sneered, he looked at Midalen's expression, and added a sentence after consideration. , so that his attitude is not too far from the reporter's character setting: "If I can, I would like to go to the place where you were detained to conduct an investigation. If the news content is not detailed enough, it will be meaningless."

This child is not easy to fool, but it is only a fourteen-year-old, and Herstal can still handle it.

So now, Midalun is describing: "I was kept in a small room with a very high window and a small room. There should be a beech tree growing outside the window, from the The window sees part of the treetops of it. The room is narrow, I guess artificially divided small rooms with thin siding. Many nights I can hear other kids crying next door, but I don't know where How many children live there..."

At least ten, thought Herstal, and there were ten children on the roster that Aurelie gave him. But these children are all at the manor tonight, and in fact they may have more children.

"Twice a day they would bring water and food into the room through the little dòng under the door, so I never had a chance to go out. About once every two or three weeks, they would take some of these children out blindfolded, and there were I didn't take me twice, but I heard footsteps next door." Midaren continued, not knowing if it was because he was a little older and had not been violated, he was very organized, and there was not much between his words. Fear, "they took us to the car and finally to this manor."

Herstal's heart sank: if the people at Slade had brought them here blindfolded, there's a good chance Midalen had no idea they got from where they were being held to the red. The route to the fir estate. In that way, as long as Slade dies, those children will definitely be silenced by Slade's men.

He asked hopelessly: "Even if you were blindfolded, can you probably remember something special about the way you came? Sharp turns or uphill and downhill or something?"

"I've tried to count the time, it can't be accurate, and I don't know if it's useful." Midaren tilted his head and said, "But anyway, it's probably like this: the car may be parked in a yard , when it goes out of the yard, it will turn left, count to 267, reach an intersection, count to 79, turn right, you can hear the sound of water here, there may be a fountain, and then count to 124..."

Herstal looked at him in surprise.

Midalun continued to talk like a series of pào, I really don't know how he thought of such a method, and how he forced himself to remember. By the time Herstal realized what it meant, he was saying: "...to 741, turn left, first a short downhill, count to 210, the car went through a bumpy section, and then it came here ."

He stopped, licked his lips nervously, and looked up at Herstal.

"How?" he whispered. "Does it work?"

Hestal took a deep breath, took out the small notebook that he always carried with him, and spread it out. Then he said softly, "Very well, boy, I need you to say it again."

When Albarino heard the light sound, he felt the hairs on his back explode: he didn't expect Stryder to suddenly come in while he was still in the office, but he didn't expect him The point of entry will be so backward. At this time, it was too late to think about anything, and Albarino didn't even have a chance to pull out the USB flash drive, so he could only close the laptop and sprint to the corner of the office.

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