Wine and Gun

"That reporter from the Westland Daily News—you know, the guy named Shi Haibo who squatted here all day interviewing passers-by, trying to make Miss Delphine a miserable A tragic hero killed," Albarino recounted.

What he was trying to convey was clear: If any reporter found out that Herstal was here, it would not be good. If he showed any sympathy for Aurelie's death, he would not be far from being suspected by Slade.

"That's not surprising, now the citizens want to hear such stories, and of course he will tell such stories." Herstal said calmly, "but tomorrow is the court trial, and now if he has time, he will definitely be interviewing those people. Legal authority will not have time to stand here."

Albarino actually wanted to ask a question. He used to see how busy Herstal was before the trial, but why did he have time to stand here at this moment?

Albarino was silent for a while, then said, "You will lose."

"Is this what you think of this trial?" Herstal glanced coldly at Albarino.

"No, that's my take on everything that's about to happen," Albarino shrugged his shoulders, smiling, but not much in those green eyes, "no matter which way things go. , you will lose."

Herstal was silent.

They were silent for more than ten seconds, and then Albarino said again: "Don't you think about my previous proposal? - How about going with me now? There is still room for my previous arrangement, as long as you Yes, we can leave the country at dawn tomorrow."

What do you want to buy? What do you want to sell? I know a flower that grows in the valley, and no one knows this flower except me. It has purple leaves, a star on the center of the flower, and its juice is as white as milk. As long as you touch the queen's cold lips with this flower, she will travel the world with you. She will step down from the king's couch and travel the world with you.

Herstal remained silent.

Albarino waited patiently for him, then added after a moment: "I can make you feel at peace."

But it comes at a price, beautiful children, and it comes at a price.

"You know it's impossible," Herstal replied calmly.

Albarino's smile didn't change, but he let out an exaggerated sigh. After a while, he bowed forward neatly, got under Herstal's black umbrella, and reached out to hold the hand he was holding on to the handle of the umbrella.

Herstal looked at him quietly, knowing that Albarino leaned forward in this position and kissed Herstal on the lips.

"Herstar Armalite," the young, elusive murderer whispered in his ear. "You really trouble me."

When Orion Hunter entered the church, the old woman sitting on the last row of pews took time to raise her head to greet him, and said, "Mr. Hunter, are you coming to church again today?"

Hunter didn't know what to do, mainly because White Oak was such a small town, and it was easy to attract the attention of others if a stranger was there. With such an unfamiliar face as him, after someone asked the priest, the story of "a moving veteran of the past who came to find his best friend" quickly spread in the small town.

He told the unfortunate little brat in Midalen about this on the phone, and was ridiculed shamelessly by the other party, which mainly consisted of: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha if Mr Hunter goes on like this, you might be interviewed by the local newspaper!"

The situation was not much better than what the kid said. After listening to the story of Hunter, a veteran, many believers expressed that they were very moved. The reason was to help Hunter find the trace of his friend-Hunter had to give this "friend" on the spot. Made up a name, anyway, Slade was definitely not the current name in White Oak Town, even if he asked the people in the town to Slade, it would definitely be fruitless - fortunately, thirty years ago, White Oak. The coal mines in Oak Town have not been exhausted. There are still many residents in the town, including some very mobile workers. No one of these enthusiastic people can remember whether there was a person in the town named "John Smith" or something else. what man.

Hunter breathed a sigh of relief. If these enthusiastic crowds really sent him a witness who knew the so-called "John Smith", he would be really scared.

And starting from Herstal Armalite's point of view is also fruitless. There has never been a family named Armalite in this town, and the old woman sitting in the church is sure of this. She said that she grew up in White Oak Town, and she has more or less impressions of people who have lived in White Oak Town for more than three months, and there must be no one with the strange surname of Amalette.

If the person Hunter was looking for had an unremarkable popular surname, Hunter might not have believed the old woman too much - but the surname of Herstal Armalite was so rare that Hunter didn't believe he had heard of it. People with his name don't have the slightest impression of him. Therefore, he could only believe that what the old woman said was true.

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