Wine and Gun

In fact, the Sunday Gardener doesn't seem to have committed another crime since this year, and since the Sunday Gardener's first crime -- which was eleven years ago -- he has never been so quiet that it's all over the place. There is a rumour that the Sunday gardener has finally left the city and gone elsewhere.

Herstal didn't speak, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of icy steel, and apart from making the blue in his eyes look even more terrifying, he could no longer express any emotion. The next moment, the man glanced at the clock on the wall, then nodded suddenly and said, "Mr. Shi Haibo, I think your visit time is over."

He really did what he said, and after saying this, he immediately signaled that he planned to leave. The prison life for a while seemed to have thinned him a little, and the handcuffs on his wrists jingled as he raised his hands, and the guard quickly stepped forward to help him tie the handcuffs off the iron chair.

It was at this time that Shi Haibo suddenly said, "Wait a minute—"

Hestal had stood up at this point, he stopped and looked back.

A pure inquisitiveness—or an eagerness to capture readers' attention—minds Leohard Schreiber's heart, allowing him to ask one last question.

"Before I came, I watched a lecture given by Ms. Olga Molozé on the behavior pattern of nüè mad killers..." Shi Haibo said, he took a deep breath during this pause, and his voice was a little hurried, "... ...are you hard when you kill people?"

Then, he saw a sneer flash across Herstal Armalite's iron-masked face.

"That's not the answer that should be shared with you, Mr. Schubert," he replied so indifferently.

Thanks to Leohard Schreiber, or because Herstal did not get the answer he wanted, Herstal was in a very bad mood for the next day.

In the final analysis, the New Takker Federal Prison is not a good place. A group of gangsters are eyeing him, and there is a Fister chattering on the side. The prison guards behave rudely, and the food is hard to swallow. Not to mention that the medicine provided by Jenny Griffin's laboratory has to be taken twice a day, and each time he has to go to the infirmary to get the medicine and take it under the watchful eyes of Duden Koos.

Whether that drug can reduce the criminal's bào behavior is still inconclusive, but the side effects of flutamide are clearly revealed: the effect of this drug is to reduce testosterone in the human body, and now the androgen in Herstal's body. The level is not higher than that of a child who has not entered the puberty stage.

This makes the person taking the drug not only unable to get an erection, but also the chest hurts like being beaten. Due to the fact that Herstal was a volunteer in the clinical trial for some unknown reason, the inmates who passed by him would always glance at his chest inconspicuously, although the development of the rǔ glands caused by the drug did not How exaggerated, but Herstal knew it wasn't just the pectoral muscles that propped up the clothes on his chest.

That night, Herstal was taken to the infirmary by the prison guards in such a bad mood.

The prison guards stood at the door as usual and let him in alone. It is said that this was done to ensure the privacy of the patients. Moreover, Herstal has always been very cooperative in this matter, at least never trying to hold Duden Koos hostage.

During the day, there are usually other doctors in the infirmary, but the doctor on duty at this time in the evening has also gone to the adjacent office to rest, and Duden Koos is often left alone in the infirmary. As soon as Herstal entered the door, he saw a black-haired white lab coat busy with his back to him, and it was obvious that it was not Koos from the back.

The guard closed the door behind him, and the lock clicked softly as it snapped.

In order to reduce the possibility of Herstal attacking others, at this moment he is handcuffed back, his hands are behind his back, and the cold metal is pressed against his skin.

"Professor Griffin said your results were not satisfactory," said the man with his back to him, "and she said to me, 'If only he were a Westland pianist, then I could To say that a pianist is extraordinary'."

Then the man turned around deftly with the heel as the axis, and the visitor card on the white coat swayed constantly under the action. The black hair covered his smooth forehead, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose made the man look very young.

Herstal's body froze for a moment.

And this person said with a half-smile: "So, are you a pianist after all?"

Chapter 114 Offended Luna 03

Herstal was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, when he saw the green eyes with a smile under the cover of the flat glasses, he felt that something was bombarding his mind - rather, the torrent of anger drowned at this moment. He, this torrent was hotter than the lava, making his fingers tremble.

The tiredness that so often haunted him briefly receded from beneath his skin, replaced by the familiar itching urge to burrow out of his pores like a haunting ghost. There was an idea for him to hurt the other party, pierce the other party, tear the smile off the other party's face with his teeth.

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