Wine and Gun

Herstal walked through the corridors of the courthouse, surrounded by two policemen, who were kind enough to take him to another exit away from the public, so as not to be ripped apart by reporters before he left the courthouse, and It was at this time-

"Herstal."

The police stopped, Herstal turned around, not far behind him was Olga Molozze in a wheelchair, and behind him stood the nurse who was in charge of pushing the wheelchair, the latter with a face. Embarrassed, there is still a little panic in the middle, obviously never facing the murderer.

"Ordinary people don't want to talk to a convicted murderer." Herstal looked at Olga and said calmly.

"I'm a good teacher," Olga shrugged, the height of her wheelchair making the move less persuasive. "I guess you have questions to ask."

Herstal frowned slightly, as if surprised she would say that, and then he asked, "Are you really not a psychic?"

"I just know you all too well," Olga showed a sly smile, "Come on, I'm open to anyone."

But Herstal was silent, as if he didn't know how to speak, or if he should speak. At that moment, he inexplicably remembered the legendary temple priests who served the sun god, as if they were standing in the temple of Apollo in Delphi, and Olga in front of him was the priestess of the sun god Pitia.

Hestal was silent for a long time before asking, "If you read the transcript of the previous interrogation, you will know that the gun used as the murder weapon belonged to Albarino before."

"Yes," Olga replied graciously, "you said in the transcript that Albarino gave you that gun as a Christmas present—what was the question you wanted to ask?"

"He didn't give me the gun," Herstal's brows seemed to furrow more tightly. "He gave me the key to the safe that locked the gun, but why did he do it? Why didn't he Give me that gun directly?"

"So your question is 'why did he give you the keys'?" Olga froze for a moment, then laughed in disbelief.

"I'm afraid I haven't found the topic interesting yet," Herstal gān replied stubbornly.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't realize this before; I thought that since you understood Al's squiggly way of speaking, you would have no doubts about what he was trying to convey... Saying this today Your strange statement from the witness stand sounds more logical, 'we are not lovers' or something." Olga still did not restrain her smile, she folded her arms, not knowing why she looked satisfied Great, like a complacent middle school teacher, "Don't question the correctness of the whole analysis just because the object of his expression is you, just use the logic you usually use to understand Al to understand the starting point of this behavior. —"

Herstal seemed to be stunned for a moment. It's not that he didn't think about the simplest aspects, but...

"Because, obviously, Al felt that giving you a key to open a lock would express his intentions better than giving you a weapon that could only be controlled by others," Olga said firmly, "I heard that Is the gun a relic of his father's suicide? Do I need to repeat what he meant?"

The safe left in Albarino's old mansion contained the last vestiges of the old days that belonged to this inhumanly ruthless murderer.

- Herstal has the only key that can open that door.

Out of some bad interest, Olga watched Herstal's eyes widen slightly with interest, and there was a strange flash of shock in his eyes. Then he spoke very quickly, as if he wanted to change the subject right away.

"Thank you," he said briefly, as if uncomfortable and a little exasperated. "I think I get it."

Olga shook her fingers, obviously not intending to shut up now: "And I came to you because of another little thing."

——She paused as if to create suspense.

"The court received a 'gift' to be sent to you during the jury adjournment," Olga continued, the smirk in her voice not fully dissipating, "because WLPD was concerned about some... ...In short, they took most of the contents of your gift for testing, and in order to protect your rights, I will give you a small part of the rest."

Herstal snorted softly, and seemed to have generally recovered his composure: "Officer Hardy doesn't want to see me?"

"He doesn't know how to deal with you. People like him often get into this kind of entanglement. I guess her wife, Wallis, is the same." Olga said calmly, and she motioned Annie to push her. He came to Herstal, then stretched out his hand and handed the other person what was in his hand.

- She held a rose and a card in her hand.

"It was originally a whole bunch of flowers, and I can't see a hundred of them. But you should understand that now the police are very cautious about plants that have been sent to you inexplicably and have not yet been signed, and the rest are probably already in Best and their experiments. It's in the room," Olga introduced, watching Herstal take the things with the look of a lion in a safari park.

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