Wine and Gun

Ms. Musk frowned slowly, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

Of course she would like to hear the answer from this partner who has been complaining for a long time. There is such a precedent in the case she has handled before: the husband killed his wife, and he has repeatedly revealed his intention to kill his wife to his friends after being drunk. To make his manslaughter defense sound precarious.

"You might as well say the question you really want to ask, and don't go around in circles here," Olga said tactfully, "the question you really want to ask is, 'Mr. Murder intent on my lover?', and then I'd respond, 'No, as the two closest friends of both of them, I didn't see any signs of that' - so that part of the inquiry could be over, and No need to go around in circles in front of a jury, don't you think?"

Ms. Musk visibly jammed the shell.

Olga's words really didn't look like a prosecution witness, and even the judge raised his face a little and said, "Ms. Molozer, the prosecution is asking you a question, please don't interrupt the process of questioning. ."

But Ms. Musk also apparently realized that cutting from Olga to "Amalet murdered Dr. Bacchus was premeditated" wouldn't work - Herstal admitted he killed Albarino, but insisted that It belongs to passion homicide; the prosecution charged him with "second-degree murder" and "manslaughter". With the prosecutor's competitive character, she certainly hopes that the final conviction is second-degree murder rather than manslaughter. .

Although Herstal's premeditated conspiracy could not be proved, the final conviction was likely to be manslaughter, but she never gave up the opportunity to work hard.

She thought about it carefully, then said, "I have one last question."

Olga Molozze nodded slightly, showing no sign of surprise when Ms. Musk asked the next question, as if it had been expected. Although the question asked was: "Ms. Molozer, based on your professionalism, do you think Mr. Armalette is a Westland pianist?"

There was an uproar in the courtroom following the exit of this question. Countless reporters in the auditorium were staring in the direction of Olga, like a group of ducks eager to eat breadcrumbs.

At the same time Herstal suddenly said - his previous decision was to defend himself, which is extremely rare in court, but still legal, not to mention that he is an experienced lawyer himself - "Objection ," they heard him interrupt coldly, "this question has nothing to do with the charges charged by the prosecution."

The judge was silent for a while, perhaps because he also wanted to hear the answer to this question, or perhaps his voice was simply drowned out by the noise. At the same time, the high dome of the courtroom was completely drowned out by the boiling voices, before the judge frowned and struck the gavel——

"Yes," Olga replied calmly. "I think he is."

Hunter sat in his battered but functional car, whining like a worried old father.

"...Suddenly appeared in the back seat of the car without saying a word. Do you know that this scene is very similar to a ghost movie? Forgive the hearts of the elderly." Hunter was saying, "Also, today is a weekday. Wrong? Shouldn't you go to class?"

Midaren sat in the back seat of his car, looking as innocent as any cherub in the world.

"What?" He put on a very deceiving "I don't know anything, after all I'm just a cutie" expression, if Hunter didn't know that he was actually a person who could point at no psychological pressure in private The guy who is yelling at people may really believe, "I don't have to go to school, I have post-traumatic stress disorder and I was advised to drop out of school."

"Your stress disorder just popped up last night, right? I'm pretty sure you started class two months ago." Hunter did not hesitate to expose him.

Midalun scratched his face embarrassedly: "Hehe."

Old Hunter had an expression of hating iron but not steel, Midaren paused, and explained a little embarrassedly: "Anyway, it's almost the end of the term, and I can't learn anything new, just prepare for the exam... Review How fun is it to be a bounty hunter!"

Hunter really wanted to point out that even if he didn't go to college, he knew that the end of the term wasn't supposed to be what Midalen was in; he also wanted to tell Midalen that his job as a bounty hunter wasn't a game. But this kind of hard-working old father-like conversation was not spoken by him in the end. He just asked with a stern face: "You know what I plan to gān now, right?"

"I know," Midaren replied quickly, realizing that Hunter's voice was softening and he was about to start dancing, "you suspect that those strange cases involving human organs that have occurred recently are What the Sunday Gardener did—in other words, Doctor Bucks—and you speculate that his next target might be a guest who's been to Sequoia Manor, so your target is here..."

Hunter's car was parked in a posh, wealthy neighborhood, across the street from a rather handsome villa with a flamboyant glass swimming pool on the top floor.

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