Wine and Gun

Herstal belongs to a type of "sexual preference disorder" in the inversion of sexual desire (now known as sexual perversion), which can basically be formulated as: "Satisfaction by means of own sexuality".

[5] The DSM-IV diagnosis of Hereditary Personality Disorder is described as: a general pattern of excessive emotionality and attention seeking, which arises from early adulthood in a variety of contexts, and the following 5 (or more) can illustrate:

① Feeling uncomfortable in situations where you cannot be the center of attention;

② Often have inappropriate sexual temptation or provocative behavior with others;

③Emotional expression changes rapidly and superficially;

④ Always use physical appearance to attract others' attention;

⑤ The speech style is overly impressive and lacks specific details;

⑥ Shows self-dramatization, staging, and exaggeration of emotional expression;

⑦It is susceptible to suggestion, that is, easily influenced by other people or the environment;

⑧Believe that the relationship with others is closer than it actually is.

(↑ Baidu Encyclopedia)

Chapter 21 Golden Rain 03

Some people will inevitably have the illusion that perverted killers are often full of energy, they can work diligently during the day, and they can find time to hunt victims at night. Eight hundred rounds, you can sleep less than Einstein.

——No matter whether there is such a perverted murderer in the world, Herstal Armalite is obviously not this type.

Herstal woke up the next morning with a splitting headache, caused by cervical spondylosis, often after nights of incorrect sleeping positions and after working too long; after a night of uncomfortable sleep , Herstal's anger often develops to a peak.

And today was different from any other day: There was a big living man in his apartment.

Herstal swears to God that he really, really wanted to drive Albarino Bacchus out of his house last night, or stab him to death, the latter option may be more to his heart.

But what can he do? They didn't go any further, Albarino was wet and well-dressed from start to finish - and when you've killed people, you're still struggling with "Should I give him a job in return for giving me a blow job?" This question seems really unnecessary.

Herstal, on the other hand, doesn't think they've gotten to the point of being honest with each other anyway, in every sense of the word.

But in any case, the other party's lips were still red, swollen and wet, and he looked at him pitifully, and said with reason that it was past eleven and it was still raining outside. And as far as Herstal knew, Albarino was taken from his home by a police car on the day he was arrested, which means that he didn't even have a communication tool.

In this way, he chose to back down - and drove Albarino to his guest room, and slept with the dagger beside his pillow for the night, in case Albarino's intrusion into the territory's suburbs The metaphor really came true in them.

But of course he shouldn't back down. This forensic doctor is a well-known bastard who likes to push his feet. Just like the lunch thing before, as long as he doesn't stop him for the first time, Albarino will appear frequently and frequently from now on. In your office, I brought you lunch.

So when Herstal turned off his phone alarm and walked into the living room with a headache and hypotension, he found movement in his kitchen.

He has a beautiful island kitchen and a full range of high-end appliances, but none of them are used much. Herstal's mornings are spent battling low blood pressure and drowning himself with coffee, lunches are settled in the vending machines downstairs in the office, and dinners are often exhausted and resort to take-out Chinese meals and easy handling The half-finished food, the clinking of kitchen utensils from the kitchen sounded like a fantasy.

The thing he used most in the whole kitchen was actually a French press. At this moment, Herstal did smell the coffee, but he was walking into the kitchen to see what the hell Albarino was up to and not drinking coffee. After fighting for a few seconds, I still think it's okay.

He had to sit on the sofa for a few seconds, waiting for the dizziness to pass, while considering whether to start taking aspirin in the morning, when his phone rang.

It was his one-off phone that was ringing, and there was only one person who could get into the call: the bounty hunter named Alan Todd, considering the time and time when Officer Hardy arrived at the crime scene yesterday. The time for local news, now should also be the time to call.

He took a deep breath after connecting the phone, making his dizziness and nausea less obvious, and then pressed the connect button.

"Hey?"

The other party's voice sounded stuttering, obviously too nervous, and the stupid speech rushed out: "I... I didn't expect you to answer."

"I expected you to have some questions about me." Herstal replied calmly, looking in the direction of the kitchen distractedly, and the sound of the French press seemed to stop.

"You didn't think I might call the police?" Todd couldn't help asking.

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