Wine and Gun

Herstal knew that this was the answer the opponent had been waiting for from the beginning, the general's pawn. Herstal could refuse to admit it, of course, but they didn't seem to need to lie so much about the fact that they both knew each other well.

—and the fact is, he was tempted. The truth is, he does enjoy the game, even though he is extremely angry at times.

And he was indeed willing to have sex with Albarino Bacchus. Even if they could put it on the forbidden tree in the middle of paradise, on the fruit that teaches the difference between good and evil, on the cunning snake, it's a fact.

Albarino blinked, smiling almost triumphantly, with the victory in hand. Herstal was always tired of the look, so he leaned in and kissed the other man on the lips.

In other words, he unceremoniously bit Albarino's lower lip, his teeth fell into the other's plump lips, and he tasted a little blood from the other's cracked lips. In their present position, Herstal could easily press Albarino against the pillow, he held the other's arm, and beneath the fabric of the hospital gown was the scarred body.

He had the desire to explore, and he did not restrain himself from wanting to act. Herstal easily slipped his hand through the hem of Albarino's hospital gown, touched the bandage on his abdomen, and traced the letters left on his abdomen across the rough surfaces—he wanted to make sure he was in the right place. The words engraved there are bound to scar, and the stitched stitches might guarantee that.

Albarino held his hand through the fabric of his clothes.

Even so, he didn't seem to want Herstal to take out his hand immediately, and Herstal's hand was still pressed on his abdomen, and he could feel the extremely warm skin. Albarino pulled the distance between them, licking his lips needlessly.

Then, Albarino asked with a smile, "You enjoy hurting me, don't you?"

"Indeed," admitted Herstal, staring at each other as cautiously as he had first stepped into the territory of another carnivore. "The question is: have I really hurt you?"

Olga Molozze said: To him we are not human beings, at least not equal to him, but tools and objects for him to choose.

"Obviously not," Albarino replied in a low voice, blinking his eyes in a coy, seductive gesture, maybe he could really take pleasure in this behavior, "perhaps let's talk about whether I really Have a 'heart'."

Chapter 35 Snake 03

Albariño spent five days in the hospital before being put back in "home" - the flat that Bethesto's friend had found, Albariño's house is now predictably covered in fingerprints and other chemicals Seriously, as Hardy said, he'd better not go back yet.

Although renting in the city temporarily was a rational decision made after a comprehensive consideration of various factors, it obviously did not stop half of Hardy's police officers from using "Oh this poor little guy can't go home, he once I'm about to have PTSD" looked at Albarino with loving eyes. One of Hardy's officers went back to Albarino's house to collect some daily necessities for him, packed them in a huge leather bag and stuffed them with him, so he had to carry the bag and move into the house he rented.

The Forensic Medical Bureau's paid vacation obviously tends to be postponed until Christmas. The forensic chief and the haggard Hardy personally sent him to the door of the apartment, telling him to rest well and not think about anything else. If you meet a reporter, just call the police station. Well, so on and so forth -- because the media enthusiasm for him has apparently not died down, and the case is deadlocked once again.

The Westland pianist, as always, left them nothing worth examining, and tracing his call to Hardy was fruitless. Although Bates didn't mention it, Albarino was sure that the police and CSI had turned over all the trash cans within ten kilometers of his house, hoping to find the condom left by the pianist... but he obviously couldn't stay.

Lavasa McArd had to leave Westland and go back to Quantico after being dragged back.

In this way, 80% of the case will be thrown into the "unsolved" pile of old papers, and Bart is basically the pianist case and the killer Qiáng Ni case together, he may really be crushed. The unlucky people shuffled back to work overtime within a few minutes of delivering Albarino home, leaving Albarino alone in the apartment.

Bates' friend found him a comfortable old house, fully equipped, but the furniture was a little old. Even with the windows closed, he could always hear the clamor of the endless stream of vehicles outside the window, which was much more noisy than when he lived in the suburbs.

Albarino threw his bag on the carpet beside the sofa. He was discharged from the hospital after dinner, and it was past eight o'clock in the evening. Maybe it's a good idea to pack up the daily necessities tomorrow, and he has to go shopping, oh my god.

He felt unnecessarily overbearing to admit that he was very good, mainly because he was in pain everywhere, some of the bruises had faded to blue-grey, and some were still in the most terrifying stage of black and purple, looking like corpse spots on dead people . And the stitch wound on his abdomen was still sore, making it difficult for him to bend over.

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