Wine and Gun

[2] "The creators are looking for companions, not corpses, nor flocks, or believers. What the creators are looking for are co-creators who will write new values ​​on new monuments."

"Unless you can enjoy this moment, here and now, you can never enjoy anything anywhere, because the next moment will be born from this moment."

These two sentences are from Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

[3] Mingta:

The daughter of Cocutos, the god of the crying river, was originally a water fairy. Mingta is the lover of Hades, the king of the underworld, and she believes that the vacant queen of the underworld will eventually fall into her own hands.

However, Hades married Persephone, the queen of the underworld, from Mount Etna, and declared that she was the queen of the underworld. Minta was jealous, and spread around that he was far more beautiful and nobler than Persephone, and that Hades would definitely return to him.

An angry Persephone madly trampled Minta into dust. In order to commemorate his lover, Hades made mint grow out of Minta's ashes.

Chapter 14 The Metaphor of Mint 02

On the other hand, Herstal Armalite's day starts like this:

While his colleagues would consider him an uncontroversial workaholic, Herstal didn't work overtime every day either, so he was sitting at the table drinking his morning meal when he got that call. first cup of coffee.

The phone displayed a number he didn't recognize, but he picked it up, given the various situations he often encountered on the job.

"Hi," said Albarino Bacchus over the phone, "good morning."

"How did you know my phone number?" Herstal asked bluntly.

"I asked Bart, and he's obviously willing to help me while I'm behind bars," Albarino replied casually. "I need a lawyer."

Herstal was really frowning now, staring straight ahead as if there was something dirty on his immaculate glass window: "I don't believe you don't have a lawyer of your own, besides, you know my law firm Is the fee standard?"

"I know," Albarino whistled loudly, sounding a little frivolous, "but you should also know what you owe me: follow the rules, and if you say you've decided to join it, don't Give up halfway, okay?"

Herstal listened to him, but did not answer, the corners of his mouth tightened into a straight line of dissatisfaction.

The other party's voice was still disgustingly sweet, making him want to reach out and rub his eyebrows, but he didn't move in the end, just hung up the phone silently.

He sat there for a while, then reached out to adjust the cuffs of his shirt again, and stood up.

The police car was parked on a long private driveway, and Bates shrank his neck from the cold when he got out of the car. The suburbs were obviously colder than the city.

There was a cordon outside Albarino's house, and there was an officer standing at the door, but it wasn't Hardy. When Bethel pulled his collar and walked over with a group of colleagues from the crime scene investigation team, he happened to see Olga standing at the door.

Bates stepped forward quickly, distanced himself a little from his colleagues, and asked bluntly, "Is that true? They suspect that Al killed someone?"

"They had a little argument last night, and I told him once when Bart asked." Olga replied with a frown. She had a consultant's pass tucked into the front of her clothes, so when she walked out of the cordon When she got past, the police officers standing at the door didn't even look at her. "But you know the Arna man, and I think he didn't take that to heart at all. But anyway—"

"The fingerprint found on the murder weapon is enough to apply for a search warrant, and Bart has to follow the procedure anyway." Bates continued, and lowered his head and drilled in from outside the cordon.

"Seriously, do you think that even if Al really wanted to kill a girl who punched him, he would be stupid enough to leave his fingerprints on the weapon?" Olga asked rhetorically.

That's a good question, and of course Bates can't answer it. But in any case, they are now standing in the middle of Al's house: Al's house is not big, but it is enough for a single man anyway; the house is very well lit, and the morning sun pours in through the window , even on a yīn day, a pale beam of light was left behind, and fine dust could be seen climbing up along the beam.

"...Okay, anyway." Bates sighed and slowly began to put on rǔ rubber gloves, "Just... be normal, okay? We'll search this house to see if there's anything to look at. Evidence for extraction. It stands to reason that after a murderer has killed a person so brutally, he will always bring some bloodstains back to his base camp."

He groaned, then finished.

"I'm sure there won't be any evidence of blood or anything like that in Al's house," he whispered.

Olga glanced at him, and she didn't seem very bothered, just pure curiosity. Her eyes looked strange, but even so, she didn't say anything else.

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