Wine and Gun

——The corpse king of Westland

Note: After the letter was sent to the New Thacker Federal Prison, it was taken seriously by the prison guards, and a copy of it was forwarded to the Westland City Police Department. The homicide mentioned in the letter was confirmed to be real. Through the fingerprints of occult blood left on the blood-stained stationery, the police identified the suspect as a man named Kemoun Mallinde. On November 12, the man was arrested by police in the murder of a victim named John Wood, while Cormorne Mallinde's next target - John's daughter Elsa - He survived because he was sent by his father to buy vegetables.

Letter 13

Homosexuals should go to hell, you are trampling the rules God set for mankind! May the flames of hell finally purify you!

- Pastor J.H.

Letter 14

When I was in prison, I used a mop handle and fucked a little white-faced shy eye. They really should treat you like this, and you'll know it's amazing! Don't know whose bitch you'll be, hey! There's a big guy in the Eastside who likes to push bitches on the toilet, you can wag his tail at him, maybe he'll give you a diǎo suck.

- D.K.

Letter 15

You really fit into Gucci.

- Alice

Letter 16

I want you to press me on the hood of your Rolls Royce!

- Tilia

Letter 17

I'm going to kill the leopard, right in front of you. I'm going to peel it off, I'm going to dig its heart because that's your heart. I will press your hand into its rib, and that gurgling sound is the sound of your blood. I will shred your robe, illuminated by the sun, moon, and sky, and cover you with the skin of a leopard, and then I will kill your terrible chastity, until the ancient gods denounce me as unclean.

I'm going to gouge you out, I'm going to gouge you out! Like Michelangelo gouging out and gouging out his Virgin, and the swallow gouging out and gouging out the eyeball of a prince! I will make you bleed, because every drop of your blood makes me thirsty. I will drink the fountain of your blood, or let it dip the Sahara into the Red Sea and drown Moses. I have his scepter! I will stab you, stab you, peel you open, I will overflow your eyes, I will block your mouth, and I will open your heart.

I am your knife and butcher, and I am your snake and poison. I am your sheep and castrato. I will burn you with a shovel, I will bind you, I will eat you and suck you. I will write poetry with my blood, I will write poetry with the juice of my eyeballs, I will write poetry with my marrow and body fluid, and I will bite it into you letter by letter.

I want to kill the nightingale! I will split it, like a flaming sword will split the earth, just as I will split you! I will break its heart, I will offer roses with it, and then I will give you this flower. I will give you flowers, I will give you the keys to my heaven, I will give you heaps of bones, and I will give you the living flesh that you hate!

You have to hold your breath.

Chapter 111 In the Seventh Forest

"FBI Agent Lavasa McCard Unaccounted for".

This report was placed in the third edition of the Westland Daily News.

The paper was delivered to Olga's dinner table one Saturday morning before she had eaten Anne's breakfast—she had been subscribing to the Westland Daily News, the newspaper It was brought in by Hunter who went to the door to pick up the milk delivered.

The average Westland journalist is certainly unlikely to follow a missing FBI agent in Florida, and unsurprisingly, this article was again written by Leohard Schreiber, who swore in his reporting Police in Fort Lauderdale suspect the suspect is an avid fan of the Westland pianist or a copycat, and has no idea where the information came from.

Olga calmly read the news, which only took up half of the page, with no expression on her face. Just as she was reading the last paragraph, Hunter limped out of the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes in one hand and a milk glass in the other.

Hunter's self-reliant days in the first half of his life made him not used to doing nothing in place, waiting for Annie to cook breakfast for four by herself, even if the salary indicated in the contract signed by Olga and Annie was Annie's The same goes for three times as much as a carer.

"Is there any news in the paper?" Hunt asked casually as he sat down, a question he asked purely out of professional ethics: during this time he was immersed in the old dossier provided by Olga, these days I am obsessed with a double corpse murder case that happened eight years ago. He asked the question as if expecting the answer to pop out of the newspaper himself.

"Mccard is missing," Olga replied, reaching for Hunter's pancake plate.

Hunter choked on the milk in his mouth.

"...he what?!"

"Missing - when BAU was working on a case in Florida," Olga replied smugly, and she did two things at the same time: she pushed the newspaper in front of Hunter, and at the same time removed it from Hunter's plate. stole a pancake. "The local police seem to think the case is related to his case in Westland... Anyway, it happened on Thursday, and it's only now in the newspapers; I reckon if the local police haven't found anyone in the past few days, it's likely No one will ever be found."

Hunter probably didn't listen to what she was saying, choosing instead to dig into the newspaper. It was at this time that Annie joined them with fried bacon and eggs, and after another three minutes, Midaren, whose hair was as messy as a bird's nest, appeared on the stairs.

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