Wine and Gun

It wasn't just the wine that was put in front of them, but a full fake identity - "full" meaning that the fake identity came with all graduation certificates from high school onwards, which can be found at any institution Record.

From this point of view, it cannot even be called fake. Albarino didn't know where this woman got this kind of thing, and he seemed better not to ask.

The name on these documents reads "William Quinn".

"Guess what?" Albarino asked in a good mood.

"That's the former name of the person you're looking for. I also read the newspaper." Gabriel said softly, "There are thousands of people named William, and I believe you, as a pianist, naturally do not It's the same as everyone... Then, how can you guarantee that he will know that you are coming as soon as he sees this name? With your usual style, of course you can guarantee this, can't you?"

Albarino just smiled back.

"So of course the problem is with the last name you chose for yourself, 'Queen,'" Gabriel said slowly, curling the ends of his bright red hair slowly with his fingers, "'Queen' is not a common occurrence. 's surname, when I mention it, I can only think of the famous mystery novelist."

"Oh, so to speak, that novelist is important to us—at least, so important that when the pseudonym appears in front of Herstal, he can think that it might be me." Albarino said lightly. Softly, "So your conclusion? Is this the author I like or the author he likes?"

"I don't think so. Seriously, I don't think Mr. Armalette would appreciate this kind of mystery novel." Gabriel said with a smile, she seemed too interested in such a small matter. , "If I had to guess...is that your father's favorite novel?"

And at this moment, Herstal asked the same question.

"Because it means 'will', a powerful warrior, Herstal." Albarino replied calmly, he wiped the last place where his fingerprints might be left, and straightened up. , put on a pair of clean gloves again, "That's exactly what you have - the cornerstone that made you what you are today."

"My previous name was given by my mother." After a moment of silence, Herstal said suddenly, his voice inevitably tinged with sarcasm, "Of course, then she quickly left us and took a The unweaned child stayed with an alcoholic man."

"Everyone wants to pursue a better life. In fact, you should know what she thought at that time." Albarino said simply.

Herstal curved the corner of his mouth slightly, it was a smileless expression: "Yes, people will choose between children and freedom."

"My father?" Albarino repeated with a peculiar expression. "Why do you think so?"

Gabriel glanced at him and said in a languid tone: "Because from what I understand your mother wouldn't be very fond of mystery novels, and you're not arrogant enough to weave your own preferences into it. If you put it in your name, you have to let others recognize it at a glance... If you use an exclusion method like this, it should be your father."

"So you think I'm still honoring them?" Albarino asked rhetorically. "Many profiles of Sunday gardeners don't infer that."

"Because they think that since you are a psychopath, you should be ruthless, and since everyone is equally inferior in your eyes, there should be nothing left in your heart." Gabriel smiled, "But Even if you don't talk about 'love', there's something in your life that somehow lives on and it's the foundation of all people's lives."

"How can you see it?"

"Because the revolver Herstal Armalite used to shoot Slade was a gift from you, and it was with that revolver that your father committed suicide."

She lowered her voice a little.

"It's also because of the set of exit documents that you asked me to arrange for you - two sets of different identities, two tickets to Morocco, didn't you? You know very well that Amalet knows you can't give him what he wants. What you want - we call it 'love' - but still, you have hope for the end, don't you?"

Albarino narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a light sigh.

"I know what it feels like some people don't want to talk to someone as smart as them," he said simply.

"In this way, although you won't regret the ending of any of them, they still leave their traces in your life." Gabriel said sweetly with a smile, the false voice in his voice The ingredients outweigh the truth, "So am I. Even if you don't like me very much, there are parts of me that are so impressive that you have to remember me."

She blinked meaningfully.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," said Gabriel. "Sunday gardener."

"My mother made a similar choice, and the consequence of her choice was that I had to find a way to lie to my father and the police to explain why she was drowning." Albarino blinked briskly, he said from He took a medicine bottle from the table, poured two pills out of it—as much as Herstal would eat in the infirmary tomorrow night—and strode up in front of him, reaching for Hess Tal's lips.

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