Wine and Gun

When Herstal separated them a little, he had already pinned Albarino against the wall closest to him, the hem of the other's shirt was messed up, the corners of his eyes and cheekbones were a little red. Albarino tilted his head slightly, still looking like a curious bird, and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Herstal's hand tightened a little, and he heard a sharp gasp. Under certain circumstances, mastering the lust of others can also bring an eerie sense of accomplishment. His fingers slowly and torturedly rubbed Yīnjīng's head, scraping the delicate skin with his fingernails, and then he felt Albarino's hand tightening slightly around his waist.

"Are you referring to the fact that you recklessly exposed yourself to the WLPD's sight?" Herstal sneered, "Seriously, I expected you to do a lot of worse things than this— —It's far from the worst development I've ever imagined."

—Whenever Bart Hardy thinks things are bizarre to a certain degree, he always finds out that things can actually be even more bizarre. When he first discovered that the Westland pianist and the Sunday gardener might be connected, it was impossible to believe that the Sunday gardener was probably Albarino; , Herstal Armalite absolutely cannot be linked to the word "chemical castration".

If nothing else, isn't the Westerland pianist an admittedly sexist?

"Chemical castration?!" Officer Hardy finally exclaimed in a rather gaffe, and he couldn't be blamed at all, "Why did he participate in this kind of experiment?"

Something was wrong in this... Hardy gradually realized it, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Maybe it's because the Westland pianist is a pervert? Would such a person really actively take androgen-suppressing drugs?

What did Olga say in the first place? For a prisoner like a pianist, "What the hell is sex?

Besides, Hardy also knew what a prison was. Westland was not a very stable city, especially in a prison. He was even certain that at least 80 percent of the people in the prison belonged to various prison gangs, and there was nothing more terrifying than the criminals who formed gangs. Besides, Amalette is exactly the type that most prisoners don't like: white people, lawyers, social elites, and when they give life to one gangster, they tend to offend several other gangsters... Such people will be punished when they go to prison. Become a thorn in the eyes of most people, if he is chemically castrated and other prisoners know about it? Then he's finished, in every way.

So, why exactly does Armalite do that? In Hardy's eyes, Amalette's image is always the same, so calm and calculating, does he think that the benefits he gets from this incident will be greater than the things he loses?

Alexander looked down at the notebook in his hand, obviously, after discovering that Armalite was involved in the experiment, he did his best to investigate: "Anyway, it seems that he changed from a single cell to a double cell after the experiment. Prison cell. But his fellow inmate is just an ordinary fraudster. After investigation, he has no motive to contact anyone outside the prison for Amarette... Ah, there is one more thing, every day Amarette's only action route is different from other prisoners The thing is, he will be taken to the infirmary by the prison guards twice, sooner or later, where researchers from the university supervise his medication and give him some tests."

"Researcher...?" Hardy murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand, "Could it be that the researcher helped him send out news? But why did the researcher do that?"

Hardy himself felt that this idea was a bit absurd, but it seemed that besides the researchers in the laboratory, Armalite had no additional contact with anyone.

He was silent for two seconds, then had to admit that sitting here gān would not come to any conclusion. He stood up and glanced out the window: under the light of the street lamps, he could clearly see snowflakes falling from the sky one after another, and festive lights flickering on the roadside.

Today is not a working day, and there are not many vehicles on the streets at this time. Perhaps many people choose to stay at home on such a cold night, preparing to spend the upcoming festival with their families.

Hardy bit his lip lightly, realizing bitterly that he was, in fact, always disappointing Clara.

"...It's not too late now," he said to Alexander after taking a deep breath, "Let's visit the person in charge of this clinical trial."

But the work has to go on, even if for most people, what he's doing now doesn't make any sense.

Albarino stared at Herstal silently for a moment, then smiled. He said, "Oh, is it?"

——Of course, as I said before, when Herstal said something like "one day I will fall in love with you", he knew that he had lost the first hand in this game, and then what happened Everything is a price that can be paid, and he is far from the kind of person who regrets his choices.

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