Wine and Gun

And he also knows that the kind of thing that constitutes Albarino Bacchus, most people will call it "crazy", the other party may not only suddenly do something unfavorable to the current situation, the other party may also give up He, leave him, or even sue him, people like Albarino will not use "good" or "bad" to measure the final result, but may prefer "beautiful" or "unbeautiful". And they all know that perfect is not necessarily beautiful.

"Because you want me to do it quickly, and you have already done it at this moment." Herstal continued to say calmly, the movement of his hands did not stop, such a simple provocation can actually make the real and pure desire of desire. It was a magical experience to squeeze something out of this almost inhuman body.

Albarino's breathing was a little unsteady, but his coherence was still very clear when he spoke. When he opened his mouth, he grabbed Herstal's wrist with one hand, as if he didn't know whether to let him stop or let him continue. In this gap, filled with the sound of sticky water, Albarino said, "Yes...and I'm ready for everything."

Herstal was somewhat tempted to ask what "everything" meant, because he now knew that Albariño had not been idle before: the Eucharistic lights that appeared in the church, stuffed with minced flesh, the inexplicably missing codes. The warden, the wealthy who borrowed his reputation, the members of Sequoia Manor who were suddenly arrested... There are traces of Albarino's activities behind many things.

Of course he must be "preparing" something, maybe a feast, the Last Judgment, Satan's orgies, etc., and he himself refuses like someone who won't say what's in his Christmas present He opened his mouth to tell Herstal the final answer, which was the result of his love of drama too much.

"Then I'll leave this place and find Slade," Herstal said slowly, his hands moving even more slowly, he felt Albarino's fingers tighten around his wrist. , "And then? I guess you have some plans."

Albarino blinked and looked at him, some kind of brilliance in his eyes flickering like the ghost fire around the tomb.

"Then please come to me," Albarino whispered. "December 24, Church of Our Lady of the Rosary. Will you?"

Herstal recalled the place name Albarino mentioned - the Church of Our Lady of the Rosary, located in the north of Westerland, a Catholic church built with the first immigrants who set foot on this continent, because various It has been abandoned for decades for several reasons, but due to the historical value of the building itself, the building appears to be ready for restoration recently.

Of course even so, there must be no one in the building during the Christmas holidays.

Of course, Albarino knew that Herstal would kill Slade himself in the end, and when he actually got out of prison, I'm afraid he wouldn't have much time to choose the venue where everything ended. Had Herstal made the decision, the final murder might have taken place in the icy alleys, in the icy streets... And that's where Albarino finally chose: Christmas Eve, the abandoned church , indeed and in line with his usual style.

At this moment, Albarino is still watching him. When he looks at Herstal, he looks like he is going to swallow him with his eyes. A trembling moan crept between soft, cold lips—and then Herstal stopped abruptly.

Looking at Albarino whose chest heaved violently, he slowly pulled out his hand from between the other's clothes, and rubbed the prostatic fluid in his palm on Albarino's shirt hem. Albarino glanced down, and unfortunately, the bulge that held up the jeans fabric between his legs didn't look like it needed to be reduced.

To a certain extent, like Albarino, Herstal does cruel things, such as this moment. If they weren't here at the moment, Albarino might have spit out some complaints about a "control freak" because he's dealing with a guy who obviously enjoys the process of being under his control, but not today. Not the right time.

Herstal was wiping the last bit of slime on the corner of Albarino's clothes. He didn't say anything unnecessary, and his eyes were the same, but Albarino knew that the other party was not as "completely lifeless" as he appeared.

In a way, Herstal is just getting used to it. He knew what kind of person Albarino was and was completely mentally prepared for what he would do. That's all.

A moment later Albarino raised his head, his cheekbones were still red, and when he spoke here, the softness in his voice still hadn't dissipated, but at this moment, his eyes seemed to be completely No longer the look of being troubled by lust, he seemed to trace Herstal's face carefully with his eyes.

Then he said: "They're almost here, and then they'll find out right away that you've been off your meds for a long time, and the blood test will tell."

Albarino paused.

Then he continued to ask: "So, will you go?"

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