Wine and Gun

Herstal watched Albarino's face calmly: how could those who did not recognize his true face because of his slight disguise ignore those unforgettable eyes.

"You're right, they're coming soon, and they'll soon find out that you're the one they're looking for who has been in constant contact with me."

Herstal whispered, passing the topic lightly, leaving only the question slowly rotting in the air.

"You don't have much time left. So now, run, Albarino."

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[1] Salvador Dali: Spanish surrealist painter, also one of the screenwriters and one of the main actors of "An Andalusian Dog".

121 Chrysalis 05

Jenny Griffin, a serious-looking and well-mannered lady, received them courteously, although she was obviously surprised that the police would be visiting her at this time - her apartment at this very moment. Already enveloped in a Christmas atmosphere, a Christmas tree adorned with glittering lights was erected in the corner of the living room, and two children stood at the door of the bedroom curiously watching these uninvited guests.

The children were quickly taken away by their father, and Hardy was inevitably a little mixed when he watched this scene, but he quickly turned to Griffin and spoke directly.

He said: "Ms. Griffin, there was a homicide at the New Tucker Federal Penitentiary; and we suspect it has something to do with Herstal Armalite."

Strictly speaking, such suspicions are not supported by any chain of evidence, and they will not issue an arrest warrant if they are presented to the judge. But most problematically, the university professor didn't even seem particularly surprised, accepting the reality without any hindrance, asking in just the right, shocked tone, "Oh my God, did he kill someone?"

Alexander was also clearly aware of the incongruity between the lady's expression and tone, and the young man frowned and asked, "With all due respect, ma'am, you don't seem so surprised?"

Griffin paused, as if thinking again, and then she spoke again.

"...If you think of coming to ask me, you must already know that Amalette is a volunteer for an experiment I am in charge of." She said frankly, "The prison must have shown you the corresponding materials. That was a research topic on the relationship between sex hormones and bào tendency... In fact, our group has been monitoring the living conditions of these volunteers in prison, and most of the volunteers will have a certain degree of bào tendency after taking the medicine Descend, and Amarette...what he did in prison was incompatible with his clean criminal record prior to this time."

As she spoke, she gestured subconsciously, as if she wanted to express her position; it seemed that she saw something that could not be described in words, and could only use her own gestures to explain her feelings.

"After he took the drug, he was still involved in many violent incidents in prison, ranging from small-scale fights to quite brutal personal injuries, and it was extremely impossible to prove that he was the perpetrator, but the prison guards were actually quite suspicious. His...accident." Griffin took a deep breath and looked directly at Bart Hardy, "After you watch what a person like this does, you can't help but feel...killed. A person is also a matter of sooner or later."

"He didn't kill someone in an ordinary prison fight, just like the stupid big guy who always accidentally kills his opponent in prison." Hardy shook his head, "We suspect him Brutally disemboweled a man and hung it from the ceiling, although there is no evidence yet, but he was not far from the scene at the time of the incident - let me just say it, Ms. Griffin, you are because He was suspected by public opinion as a Westland pianist, so he was chosen as a volunteer for your experiment?"

Griffin was silent for a while, then smiled: "...Yes. Really, that researcher wouldn't be tempted when he saw such good material in front of him? But I now suspect that my choice was wrong. Perhaps, he is a very different and peculiar type from other volunteers, and no conclusions of general value can be drawn from him."

"I can see that you are very interested in him." Hardy nodded and continued to ask, "So, do you have much contact with Amarette? Have you ever helped him contact anyone outside the prison? ?"

Griffin visibly froze for a moment, then finally a clearly offended look came to her face, and her voice raised slightly: "No! How could you think that? That's clearly illegal!— In fact, I don't even go to the New Tackle Federal Prison very often, except for the monthly full inspection, where Amalette's day-to-day inspections at the prison are the responsibility of the rest of the lab."

Who else does Armalite come into contact with every day in the lab? Hardy blinked and asked, "Who's responsible for giving him medicine every day?"

"In the beginning, my colleague Duden Koos went to the prison every day. He was in charge of Armalite, and another colleague of mine was in charge of other samples in the prison... Well, we don't have many people on this subject." She seemed embarrassed, Riffen said; but Hardy had also heard that the look was the smallest in a series of Westland State University projects with the New Takele Federal Prison.

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