Wine and Gun

"...Ma'am, whatever you want to gān next, I'm pretty sure it's illegal," Midalen said very bluntly. He tried very hard to suppress himself to keep himself from jumping up like a frightened rabbit; under the premise that he might meet the Sunday gardener, he was a little too nervous, so that he looked at everyone and felt the other with bad intentions.

"I don't have a bad hobby of having sex with minors." The woman smiled slightly, as if she thought his words were funny, "Trust me, this kind of low taste thing... ah."

She frowned and stopped: because her phone apparently vibrated, interrupting what she was about to say.

So the lady ignored Midalen, but answered the phone on her own, her white, slender fingers flashing across the darkness, like a piece of shiny, cold bone.

Midaron heard her say, "...Yes, call Natalie Mirkov to see me; I'll wait for her in Sodom...it won't take long, I hope she screwed up fly back to Europe—"

She whispered a few more words, and then hung up the phone, and Midalen grasped the key point in the other party's words, so he couldn't hold back a very rude word, and he asked in a hurried voice. : "Ma'am, do you know Natalie Milkoff?"

Of course Midaron had met Natalie: they had met at Slade's trial, and the other party had provided several pieces of testimony in favor of Slade's conviction, but it was a pity that Amalette showed it to be completely refuted.

The unknown red-haired lady turned her head and looked at Midalen with interest: "Have you heard of Mirkov's name? Have you also paid attention to the recent news?"

"Uh... I've seen some." Midalen said vaguely, he couldn't say that he was the client.

"Let's put it this way," the lady calmly answered the question Midalen didn't expect her to answer, and Midalen was a little surprised by her good temper, "Mirkov is one of my employees. , The ugly shop you're in is her nightclub... I guess she didn't mention her shop's address carefully when she was on the witness stand?"

...Faced with such straightforward complaints, Midalun really didn't know how to answer.

"The case that her subordinates got involved in has had some impact on my reputation. Since you read the news, you should also know that it is the rumors about minors selling yín industries. And I happen to be engaged in related industries, obviously I of customers can’t do much Lenovo.”

The lady explained smoothly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Obviously, if she's running some kind of bar, strip club - or worse, some not-so-legal sex industry - then one of her guys is hooking up with Slade to her customers. It's not a good thing in terms of reputation, and it's no wonder she's in a bad mood.

She continued: "It's so strange, although everyone knows that there are underage dancers in such nightclubs who are willing to lap dance for customers, but people can bear a gangster to watch the nightclub, but they can't bear him being a pedophile Abduction of children by perverts... Of course, it's not that Slade is so bearable, I admit that he is one of the most vulgar and unbearable guys I've ever met."

"...Do you know Slade?" Midaren couldn't help asking, and he was surprised by the familiar tone of the other party.

"No. But my . . . father, used to do business with the late old Thompson."

The woman winked playfully, with an odd pause when she said the word "father." Then she slipped silently off the bar stool, apparently intending to end the conversation.

"Okay, pretty boy, that's the end of the chat, I've got to try to save my shop's little reputation—"

She stood still in front of the bar, stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, and the handsome bartender standing behind the bar looked over respectfully. The lady waved her hand and said in the same casual tone as before: "Excuse me, help me watch this little boy, don't let the messy people in the bar talk to him, he's still underage."

The bartender nodded briefly. "Okay, Miss Morgenstern."

"...I'm not as incapable of self-defense as you think," Midaren whispered.

But the lady had already left without looking back, and of course she didn't see the weird appearance Midalen made because of the word "children"; Midalen watched her pass through the crowd like Moses divided the sea, and was quickly arrested. out of sight.

Although the prosecution has not now charged Herstal Armalette with the Westerland pianist, nor would he have been charged with this charge if there is insufficient evidence, but Leohard Shihai Bo was pretty sure it was the pianist himself - Agent McCard didn't have to lie to him, did he?

Now he is sitting in the gallery, right next to the famous criminal psychologist Olga Molozze, who doesn't seem to want to be interviewed by him, which makes Shi Haibo feel a little uncomfortable.

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