Wine and Gun

The warden paused and looked at Herstal with a smile.

Apparently he was convinced that no one would be tempted by the conditions: the maddening loneliness of solitary confinement, as Herstal had learned of many of the cases before him. Aside from the researchers' discourse on "male dignity", this kind of jiāoyi seems to be a safe bet.

What worries Herstal is the warden himself: it is rumored that he and Stryder have a good relationship. Who knows if this person has played at Sequoia Manor, and if there is any reason for it to fall on Stryer In Germany's hands? He was so happy with the whole thing that he seemed to have a problem...

If Herstal is the original Herstal—that is, the Herstal between the time he shot Slade and when he saw the crime scene photo in Olga's hands— - He would reject the proposal swiftly and neatly.

Because there is nothing but nothingness at the end of time, waiting to die in a solitary cell is no different from waiting to die elsewhere. Depriving a nüè murderer of his sexual desire is basically equivalent to depriving this murderer of his desire for power, so he won't find such unpleasantness for himself.

but.

——But now the plan has already changed, and another plan has to be made.

He looked at the female researcher, and Griffin watched him with the same expectancy.

"I promise." Then he said.

"Okay," Griffin answered eagerly, hurriedly turning over the stack of papers in her hand and pulling out one of them, the sound of the paper cutting through the air like a sharp knife unsheathed, "You can look at us The proposed contract, if you have no objection to its terms, sign it here."

Note:

[1] "Everything in the world is about sex, except sex itself, which is about power."

This sentence seems to be said by Oscar Wilde.

Chapter 105 Under the cage 02

There is an hourglass on the table.

There is a gray powder in the hourglass that slowly falls, lightly, and gradually buried in the glass cover of the lower layer of the hourglass - those are some dead plants, which may have been treated in some way, and are fixed in the cover. At the bottom, strangely branched, the originally green leaves gradually turned into inconspicuous brown-green after dehydration.

"This item was sent to Ms. Musk's house this morning." Hardy explained to Olga wearily. "Because the previous case had attracted much attention, she was very cautious about the parcel of unknown origin, so she called the police directly. ."

"Then we found out that the gray powder in the hourglass was ashes... human ashes, although they've been burnt to the point where there is no need for DNA testing," Tommy whispered.

Tommy is the forensic doctor in charge of this case. This is the first case he took over after he got his forensic qualification certificate. He didn't expect it to be such a big case at the beginning.

Tommy's expression is a bit ugly at the moment: at first they thought it was a copycat, but as the number of cases increased, they had to admit that the style of the case was indeed a bit like the Sunday gardener - not to mention the fact that he The crime started on Sunday—but that involved another, bigger problem: Inside the police department, the Sunday gardener was believed to be Albarino Bacchus, but Armalette confessed to killing Albarino.

One possibility, then, is that Herstal is lying, and the gardener is still at large.

Tommy's mood was very mixed. When he found the blood in Herstal's house, he did feel a good heart for his dead friend, but as he went deeper into these cases, he learned about McCard and Orr. Those profiles that Jia made... Until now, it was difficult for him to associate Albarino with the deranged killer.

Old God Olga was sitting on the ground in her wheelchair, as if that thing was actually the Iron Throne. She pointed at the dead plant in the glass hourglass that was half buried in the dust, and asked, "So this thing is...?"

Bates nodded solemnly: "It's dried mint leaves."

really. The Westland pianist disemboweled Bob Langdon and stuffed a flower ball of mint leaves and flowers into his chest.

"So we classify it as one of the recent consecutive cases." Hardy reached out and rubbed his brows, looking very tired. "This series of cases still seems to have a certain relationship with Armalite: No. One victim was Derek Kermin, a jury member in the Slade case, the second was Father Anderson, and the third was a White Oaks resident whose blood was poured into the In a pomegranate, and the pomegranate was on my desk... Anyway, although we can't test the victim's DNA, we now suspect that the deceased's name is Jason Friedman, who was previously suspected to be 'Client' of Sequoia Manor."

Olga snorted: "Since he has been selected, he is really likely to be a frequent visitor to Sequoia Manor."

"But why?" Bates asked frantically. "Even we can't be sure who among the club members at Sequoia Manor was involved in sexually abusing minors. How did the gardener know for sure?"

Bates' apparent refusal to refer to the Sunday gardener as "Albarino," which Olga suspects is not due to some serious work ethic that respects evidence.

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