Wine and Gun

True enough: Albarino hadn't fainted from the gradual loss of blood when Herstal posted most of the photos. Herstal still remembered that the rain had gradually subsided, turning into a continuous sound of broken ding dong.

And Albarino was lying in the center of the floor, like a bloody sacrifice on the altar of a weird Aztec civilization, his body pale like moonlight shattered on the ground. Even so, he still had time to grumble about the layering of Herstal's photos.

Herstal paused for a moment, then could only say: "This detail is very clearly described in the newspapers."

"I said, there are some cops in WLPD who will say anything as long as you pay them, and Bart is going to be mad about it." Albarino said not at all angry, "but I also saw that A report, "Westland Daily News" - that reporter, what is the name of Shi Haibo, the guy with a foreign name, described the scene of the victim being qiángjian very... immersive. "

He said it as if he wasn't the victim, but perhaps, he wasn't really a victim either.

Albarino continued to narrate with interest: "But he obviously bribed the police officers on the periphery, and the reporters did not know some very private information. For example, I heard Olga say that the pianist was in my childhood. An apple was left in the center of the room, which Agent McCard thought meant the pianist was unhappy with my dissection of the body. Do you remember? Richard Norman's case, where the pianist was on the victim's chest stuffed an apple in it."

"Since this kind of information has not been disclosed to the outer police officers, I don't think you should tell me." Herstal replied in a low voice.

He was sure that Albarino really heard about the apple from Olga, because by the time Herstal put the apple, the other party had passed out. This person is definitely much more well-behaved when he is unconscious than when he is awake. If Albarino is in a vegetative state, he must be a pleasing vegetative person—not necessarily when he is awake.

"I'm just confused, Herstal," said Albarino, looking up, pretending to be really confused, "because, why the apple? Why the Creation of Adam? It's religious A metaphor?"

Of course it can't be a real question, given that the annoying guy must have known the answer long ago.

"You might as well take Agent McCard's word for it." Herstal pointed to the television, which was no longer showing a press conference, but an ad for some letter-shaped breakfast cereal. "Perhaps, that was insulting you, because you trampled on the work of others."

Albarino looked at him with that look of pure curiosity and contemplation he always had, leaning forward laboriously as the sutures in his abdomen made a slight, painful hiss Then he managed to grab Herstal's suit collar with his hand.

Holding the piece of fabric in his hand, he dragged Herstal over domineeringly. Herstal took two steps forward, bent down slightly, and put one hand on Chuáng's head.

"Doctor Bucks," he said calmly.

Albarino's fingers tightened around his neckline, and there were deep shadows under those green eyes, obviously he had to take the time to disguise himself as a victim of a spiritual collapse, which was for them None of it was particularly easy - Herstal's thanks to Albarino distracted the police in this regard, or he would have to be the one who would have to pretend to be the victim of the killer Qiángni in front of everyone - —Nevertheless, Herstal's mouth was still smiling.

"Is that the apple in the middle of the Garden of Eden, Mr. Armalite?" asked Albarino in a voice that was as low as a breath. "Assuming we are indeed in a holy place, as you would As everyone conveys? Is that my apple? Is that my original sin?"

In Michelangelo's "Creation of Adam", Adam feebly stretches out his hand to God, in order to obtain wisdom and God's enthusiasm from his fingertips; in the arms of God, surrounded by the unborn Eve.

- Soon, these two human ancestors will be expelled from the Garden of Eden.

Albarino's breath was on the corner of Herstal's mouth, it was almost itchy.

Herstal heard him say in an angry voice, "Could it be that you ate the fruit of the tree that you must not eat?"

Herstal could see that look in Albariño's eyes: what one would call the joy of victory, or viciousness, and there was no difference in the way the two manifested in Albarino. . It's enough to prove that everything that happened that rainy night was in Albarino's plan, and he was happy to see it happen, and he did everything he could to push it to happen - that pointless conversation about grapes, that bottle White wine, he frankly showed his disembodied attitude, of course.

"Please stop, you are so beautiful."

"You can't imagine what you look like to other people, pianist—that raw cruelty, that wild madness."

"Am I caught in your snare?"

"The snake tempted me, so I'll eat it." - Herstal replied in a low voice, as if their conversation would really be heard by others, as if the answer would be taken away by the wind.

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