Wine and Gun

"Mr. Schwandner said the victim would have to be tested for DNA to be sure," Garcia added.

"I think following the previous trend, either the person who knew about the Kentucky case years ago or the person involved in the Slade case is now like a stupid bird putting a shiny glass ball in his nest." McArd shook his head, he stood up straight from the edge of the desk he was leaning against, took one last look at the dry pomegranate on the table, then reached out and pulled his collar: "And we can't either. Don't sit still - he's been committing crimes so often lately because of the Armalite trial, and that's the most important thing we should address."

He paused, glanced at Garcia, there was a look of eagerness in the other's eyes, and reached out to help McAdela set up the cordon at the door.

At this time, the sky has gradually dimmed, and a layer of dim red light floats on the edge of the city. McArd counted the time in his mind. According to the trial process, they have questioned countless witnesses and presented a lot of evidence all morning. By now, it should be time for the defendant to testify in court.

It's time for him to show up.

"Come on," McCard said. "It's time for us to go to court, too."

Midalun shivered for a while, and for some reason, he felt a pimple running up his back quickly. Morgenstern doesn't feel like anyone else, not like Albarino (if he's really a Sunday gardener), not like the rough thugs at Sequoia Manor, much less. Like Kabbah Slade.

He felt like a herbivore encountering a predator for the first time, and his first reaction was to jump up and run away. But it was hard to say whether he was brave or reckless. Curiosity finally prevailed, and he restrained himself, still standing by the door, carefully waiting for the next word from the people in the room.

Then Natalie Milkoff's slightly sharp voice sounded: "Miss Morgenstern, it's not my intention to have things like this..."

"Oh?" Morgenstern let out a breath, her voice was as deep and sandy as the hiss of a snake, and it sounded terrifying, "then what was your intention? Duke Aurelius intended Unintentionally told me three times 'I really didn't expect you to get involved in the child pornography industry', and this development should not be your intention, right? You should also have no idea that because of this kind of shit, now Coulson is staring at me How closely are you watching?"

Midalen hid in the dark corner. He heard several unfamiliar names in a row. In addition, his German level was average, and he was a little dizzy for a while, but this did not prevent him from drawing a simple conclusion, namely: this beautiful lady Not a small background in a certain country in Europe (and did she just mention a "duke"? Was that serious? Or did he just hear it wrong?), and there was some familiar savagery in her voice telling Midaren, she's definitely not in a very legal profession.

In this way, it is estimated that because Slade's case has been very troubled and has something to do with her people, others have also questioned whether she was involved in this matter.

...Well, there are already many gangsters formed by foreign immigrants in Westland, and it is obviously not inferior to the one in front of him. Midalun reluctantly comforted himself while digesting the meaning of those words just now.

"I didn't think it would turn out like this," Natalie was trying to defend herself, she sounded like she was about to cry, "I realized it was too late when Michael was still working on Sequoia... I was listening. I said some rumors about Sequoia Manor, and I wanted him to get away immediately, but soon someone came to ask about him!"

Morgenstern paused, and his voice rose slightly: "Oh?"

"Someone came and asked about Michael," Natalie said quickly, as if someone was going to guillotine her if she didn't speak up quickly, "He asked me to describe Michael's appearance, ask Who else does he work for besides me. And listen to what he's saying - he might want Michael to die! The last thing I had to tell him, and then Michael died that night!"

Midalun listened and shivered silently, feeling a pimple on his back. He suddenly realized that although he had been kidnapped by Stryder, he had never really stepped into that "world". If it was Old Hunter who heard this sentence, he might not be too surprised, no wonder Every time he mentioned that he also wanted to be a bounty hunter, Hunter would have the same tone: in the eyes of the other party, he was still an inexperienced kid.

Morgenstern didn't seem surprised at all. She asked slowly, "What are the characteristics of this person who came to you?"

Natalie obviously thought about it, and her voice was hesitant: "...Every time he covers himself tightly, I can't see what he looks like... By the way, I remember his eyes are green!"

This news is almost useless. Although only about four percent of the world's people have green irises, compared to the population base, this is still like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even Miss Morgenstern's own eyes are green. But Midalen, who originally came here to wait and see Sunday gardener, was startled and had some unprovoked associations: Could it be that the person who went to find Natalie Mirkov was Doctor Bacchus?

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