Wine and Gun

"Are you just trying to get me out of the way and talk about the sex life of the pianist and the gardener?" Midaren questioned, but despite what he said, he stood up without complaint, "...you don't have enough popcorn, old man. Add sugar (Hunter protests: "Don't call me old man!"), Olga's with double oil, Annie's with Coke—Helaire?"

Mr. Cushion waved his hand: "I don't want popcorn, will you get me a can of beer from the refrigerator?"

Midaren snorted and stomped to the kitchen. The rest are still bored watching TV, where the designers seem to have dug something out of the lawn behind the forest hut and are now screaming.

Hunter felt that there was something wrong with his family life. When ordinary families watched such a reality show, they were either shivering or discussing the cruelty of the murderer - that is the way of life of a normal family, they are curious and naive, rich Compassionate and aloof—these elements of normality don't seem to exist in the family.

He glanced at Olga again. The other party put the broken leg with the prosthesis removed on Helair Istar's knee. When the light on the TV dimmed, his face was completely immersed in unknowable yīn. in shadow.

...but that doesn't matter.

It's a nice family after all.

Maldives, District 5 East, 06:41

"Clara, what are you dawdling about?" Bart Hardy put an unflattering straw hat on his head and turned his head to ask.

Now he and his wife and daughter are in the cafeteria of a hotel in the Maldives, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows you can see the vast blue sea outside. This is the fourth day of their trip to the Maldives. Hardy plans to take a ferry to Malé, the capital of the Maldives. According to the travel manual, if you want to experience the urban style of the Maldives, you should never miss this island. Besides, Wallis Interested in the ancient mosques and the national museum on the island.

Now, both husband and wife are full and ready to go, only Clara dawdling at the table with her iPad in hand. When Hardy looked back at her, he caught some voices wafting out of Clara's iPad: "...No, we're not superstitious, and we don't believe there can be ghosts or anything in this kind of room. But you Understood, the three of us live in a cabin in the woods like this, and the nearest highway is several kilometers away from us, so it's just...yīn, you can understand? Maybe if the main color of the interior decoration is changed to a bright color——"

Hardy raised his eyebrows. "Clara?"

"It's a reality show, Dad, you should have heard of it, the "Hell Murder House Renovation?" that has been very popular in the past two years?" Clara explained, her eyes still staring at the screen reluctantly, "The third season It is now being broadcast simultaneously on the official website of the TV station—”

Hardy didn't make any comments. He didn't care much about variety shows, and he wasn't too optimistic about this kind of reality show that incited everyone's curiosity about the haunted house. But after all, people need to be curious, and people outside certain industries are always in high interest in murder, and no one will have much sympathy until people are there.

After so many years as a police officer, he has long since turned his attention to this point.

"Okay, dear, we have to go." Wallis glanced down at her watch, then touched her daughter's shoulder, "Otherwise we might miss the six-fifty-five ferry."

Clara snorted, jumped out of the chair obediently, and turned off the iPad's screen, so the voices on the screen stopped abruptly. After a few days at the beach, she was several degrees darker and looked as dark and energetic as the local girls. Hardy couldn't help but smile as he watched the girl rush out of them, the first to rush into the bright and soft sunlight outside the hotel.

"You have to watch her today," Wallis said briskly, following a step behind him, "she will spend all her pocket money at the local market, and then wait until we get there. Gera, she'll have to turn around and ask you for money..."

"Okay, okay," Hardy replied, "I'll keep an eye on her."

So he also went out the door.

Hoxton Kingdom, Flora City, East One, 03:07

Archbishop Flora, Hilliard Ramirez, woke up suddenly in the early hours of the morning.

He has rarely woken up in nightmares over the years, so for the first two seconds he just stared at the ceiling, thinking about what woke him up. Late at night, Flora was silent, the faint sound of rain leaking in from the window, and then Ramirez heard a voice that woke him up——

The faint sound of the TV came from the living room.

Ramirez stood up cautiously—a pair of fluffy pink slippers lay on the ground, which was the only type of slippers Garland had left after he made a purchase, and most people would find it tasteful. Oops, that did lead to the Marquis Aurelius blatantly laughing at Garland for ten minutes after he visited his house - closing the collar of his nightgown and walking towards the living room.

He wasn't worried about the house being invaded by strangers, and after that tragic incident in 2015, Garland completely remodeled the house and, in her words, "is more secure than Gabriel's strip club. ', and when she said this, she thought Ramirez hadn't found the box of magazines she was hiding in the basement.

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