Wine and Gun

Bell almost wanted to curse, but the clump of stuff in his mouth only made him let out a string of vague whimpers. The feet were still within his field of vision, and the lunatic didn't leave—then he heard the other person speak, in a tone that didn't seem like someone who attacked a gang member who shouldn't have attacked on the spur of the moment, There was even an indescribable joy in his voice.

"Sir, you're really worrying," said the shopkeeper, with a metal crashing sound, as if he had put the scissors back somewhere where they should have been, "still struggling in this situation. I've only seen one or two people who are so motivated before."

There seemed to be a chilling amount of information behind this sentence, but Bell couldn't control that much now - the next moment, he heard a voice that gave him a little hope: a series of car motors issued sound.

A car stopped at the door of this store, and a new series of footsteps sounded, could it be a new customer? Did the rest of the Mace find him missing? Will the people who come this time find him tied up in this cramped ghost place? Even if someone could call the police!

Bell couldn't help holding his breath——

Then a slightly cold voice sounded: "Albarino."

Herstal stood at the door of the "Clores Garden", watching Albarino.

Before that, he couldn't imagine Albarino being the owner of a flower shop, just as he couldn't imagine himself living with each other a few years ago - some would call it "home", But he would rather not say that, it sounds too fragile and too human.

But it was at this moment, Albarino looking at him in the bright, warm light of the shop, his brown hair almost gilded with a soft golden light, and in his hand a bouquet of myrtle , daffodils and violets, the flowers are as fresh as the chūn day in Florence.

For a moment, Herstal didn't seem to know what to say. He unconsciously changed the subject when he opened his mouth. He looked at those strange green eyes and asked, "...why is it Kloris?"

——His eyes fell on the replica "chūn" on the wall at the end of the shop. Zephyros, the god of the west wind, was chasing after the girl Kloris.

On the ground that the girl in the veil is about to step on in the next second, stands Flora, the goddess of flowers. In the middle lie various colored roses, which are common flowers in the chūn days of Florence.

Herstal knew the history of the city of Flora: this place used to be called Schwerin. During the Thirty Years' War, the fled royal family built the Flora Palace here. The name comes from mythology, so it is also called It is "Flower God Castle"; later, the whole city is named after this palace.

There are no coincidences in the world, and even his encounter with Albarino is not a coincidence in nature. Now the handsome young man was watching him with a smile on his lips.

"The moment when Zephyros, the god of the west wind, captured Kloris, flowers spit out from Kloris' mouth," Albarino always had a smile on his face, and the bouquet of flowers in his hand was very natural. Handed it to Hestal, "So this girl became the flower god Flora—"

He paused, looked down at the flower in Herstal's hands, and then the smile seemed to widen.

"I like the imagery of 'metamorphosis'."

Bell heard the flower shop owner and the person who entered the door talking in English, and the content was definitely not about buying and selling. These two guys actually stood in the flower shop talking about myths! Where is the logic?

Bell tried to make some more noise, but failed again, he was tied too tightly.

"I thought that Heller Ista wouldn't let people work overtime, at least Gabriel swore that he was a good boss." At this time, the owner of the flower shop was speaking in extremely fluent English, with an inevitable tone in his voice. With some warm smiles. As far as his pronunciation is concerned, he can't be a Hoxton native; before that, Bell thought that these unconnected and powerful immigrants would be submissive to the local gangsters.

"Usually he is," the other replied, with a sarcasm in his tone, like any office worker who is disgruntled with the company, "but his good friend is planning to get engaged this year, and he This is obviously a bit... over-emphasized, and then I don't know why his subordinates suddenly have no mind to work, I originally planned to finish all the work at seven o'clock."

"I believe you can take a vacation after this time, and then we can plan a trip. I have a plan now..." The shop owner said, and at the same time they seemed to be heading in this direction. An extremely ominous premonition rose in Bell's heart. He struggled frantically in place, and even slammed his head and shoulders against the wooden board on the side of the counter, making a dull thumping sound.

The sound of footsteps beat Bell's heart like a warning drum, and he heard the shopkeeper say in such a pleasant and creepy tone: "Before that, I want to show you something—"

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