Wine and Gun

Such a scene might only be considered a thriller elsewhere, but it seems to have a specific orientation in the church. Herstal's gaze swept across the blood-stained crops that pointed to the sky and the skin scorched to the point of dry land. He thought about it, then asked, "Cain?"

"Cain." Albarino nodded with a smile, "this is Mr. Derek Kermian, who was selected as a jury member in the Slade case, but took the bribe first, and at the end When the jury discussed it, the rest of the jury was instigated to find Slade not guilty—and his eloquence, as far as I could tell, was pretty good."

Cain, the famous wicked man in the Bible, is the lowest step in the wooden ship that is about to capsize. Herstal seemed to have understood something, so he quickly turned his attention to the second person.

The man was a little further from the bow, and he was sitting on the ground (or forced to sit on the ground by those wires and brackets of Albarino), the body of Derek Kermion lying on his back. on top of his knees.

The man was a fairly handsome looking young man, a face Herstal actually knew, in fact anyone who regularly followed local news in Westland should know this face: his name was Jason Free Man, a wealthy playboy, was pushed to the forefront after the Sequoia Manor incident was exposed. Due to some of his rather bad records, the media suspected that he was a member of Sequoia Manor.

Since he's here now, he might really be a member of Sequoia Manor. Herstal knew that although the Sunday gardener's choice of victims was completely random, today is different from the past; since he had set up the scene for Herstal, it was impossible to randomly choose some unrelated victims.

Jason Freeman's hair had grown out of months of imprisonment, and now he was wrapped in a green oak branch held in mid-air by wire, Jason. The ends of Freeman's hair, which were wrapped around it, hung high in the air, as if the branch was hanging him there. The brightly colored red flowers cling to his body wantonly, like bloodstains that split the skin into pieces, most of them gathered near his chest, as if the flowers were spewing out from there like spring water, and the long flower branches hung vertically on the on the ground.

Apparently, this is another biblical story: Absalom, the third son of King David, started a rebellion against his father, but was defeated in the forest of Ephraim, and Absalom got caught in an oak tree because of his hair. He was killed by the enemy and was pierced through the heart by three short guns.

"Revolt against the fathers." Herstal heard Albarino's voice ringing in his ears, and there was a genuine joy in his voice: although in all fairness, it seems that most people would not call the prince's rebellion against the king. It is called "revolt against the fathers".

But fortunately, Herstal still understood what the other party was expressing.

"You put this part after the 'first murder', which is a decision that will make most criminal psychologists feel puzzled." Although he knew it well, Herstal couldn't help but retorted.

"There's no way around that. I'm a creator who works strictly in chronological order." Albarino answered with a smile without being annoyed at all.

Herstal ignored his teasing and chose to focus on the third person.

The third person was the former warden of the New Tucker Federal Prison. He was sitting on the other side of Jason Freeman. He seemed to be more conscious than the first two, so he was using a panicked expression at this moment. He looked at the two people standing in front of him. In his hand he held a sword woven of thorns and tiny red flowers, and sat among a patch of gray-white flowers, the color of the flower and the tightness of the weaving of the branches made it look like a gray-white rock. The "rock" is covered with red petals, and some blood that has coagulated between the petals.

The warden also wears a crown woven from some dark vines on his head, and there is a deep wound on his forehead, from which blood is continuously flowing. It is already semi-solidified at this time. A terrified, twisted face was covered with an eerie dark color.

Every time Herstal confronted Albarino's endless symbols, he realized once again that he really knew the Bible too well - something that had been deeply etched in his heart before he was fourteen years old. , and other knowledge learned as a teenager is just as unforgettable. Although he spurned these knowledges, he had to deny that they did shape a person in a sense.

Herstal's eyes flicked across the face of the warden, who had last seen him behind his desk at the federal prison. He said slowly, "...a woman threw an upper millstone on Abimelech's head, and broke his skull. In this way, God repaid Abimelech for the evil he had done to his father. The thing is, he killed seventy of his own brothers."

"And I'm pretty sure that his prison had far more than seventy dead inmates, most of whom died of his deafness - for someone in his position to let the prison go after receiving the benefits It's not difficult at all to kill one or two people," Albarino replied. "...By the way, you may not know, but he is also a member of Sequoia Manor, and his relationship with Slade is closer than you think."

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