Wine and Gun

Albarino stared at the bag on the carpet for a while, thinking about whether he should insist on taking out his pajamas, or simply lie on the bed. But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Albarino has seen victims of some cases, and their delusions of persecution for a long time after the crime are so severe that a sudden knock on the door can make them cry directly. But Albarino was clearly not that type. He shuffled over to open the door, and saw Herstal Armalite standing there.

"Do you even have time to follow me? I thought you were busy with work." Albarino just said that.

Then he reflected for a moment, it seemed that this was not the correct attitude of a victim towards the qiángjian's offender.

"It's Friday," Herstal replied nonchalantly. Albarino Mianqiáng understands that this sentence means "I'm on vacation tomorrow and I don't work overtime today, so I say yes I have time to follow you".

"Yes, it's the number four today, and you managed to keep me in the hospital for Halloween. It was an unforgettable experience." Albarino snorted and pushed Herstal out of the door. Let him in, and then shut the door.

Herstal gave him a disapproving look: "Are you still playing trick-or-treating at your age?"

Albarino put himself on the extra soft sofa by himself. The pain in his abdominal stitches basically made him give up standing all the time. Who knew such a shallow wound would hurt so much.

"The place where I live will never be visited by the neighbor's children, but it's fun to carve jack-o-lanterns, isn't it? And Halloween is still a day when you can go shopping for candy." Albarino blinked, He answered happily, "Ah, of course, shouldn't I be discussing this with you as well? 'Mr. No Childhood'?"

Herstal's answer came with a gān sigh.

But he still sat down on the other corner of the sofa, which might mean that the conversation could continue. Albarino tilted his head and looked at the other person's profile, and then suddenly said: "Actually, I didn't spend much time on Halloween when I was a child -- my parents are both surgeons, and you know that doctors are very busy, so when I was young Most of the time in boarding school."

Albarino was silent for a moment, then smiled: "That kind of school has various activities on Halloween, but..." He paused again and shrugged, "In general, children are very good at Hate."

"Are we going to talk about this now?" Herstal asked sarcastically.

"Why not? We exchange secrets with each other under the list. I thought we had reached this stage, right?" Albarino said exaggeratedly.

Herstal snorted. They obviously did not investigate each other less, and Herstal didn't want Albarino to know about those old things in Kentucky. But since the other party held an attitude of acquiescence, he could only ask: "They love each other, don't they?"

"Too much in love, full of that...wonderful làng color." Albarino said slowly, "so I'm pretty sure I was born because of improper contraception, and they planned to spend the rest of their lives together. ."

Herstal stared at him, then suddenly asked, "How did your mother die?"

Albarino glanced at him: "You checked, right?"

"There are some vague snippets on the Internet and in old newspapers," Herstal admitted.

Albarino paused subtly, resting both hands on the back of the sofa, the man leaning there with a relaxed body language. When he told the past, there was no real nostalgia in his voice, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

He simply said, "Drowning."

"It is still uncertain what the specific meaning of the victims' bodies being displayed in public places on a fixed date in this series of cases, but a large number of victims' bodies in this series of cases were given the intention of drowning, or were displayed around rivers and lakes. Certain psychological trauma of the perpetrator."

Herstal himself found out the story later, because Albarino's father was indeed a very famous surgeon, and he was obviously famous in the upper class of Westland. After all, a doctor is a respectable profession. Shortly after that "accident", Albarino's father tragically suffered from depression and then committed suicide within two years. Albariño quickly sold their original downtown house and bought a plot on the edge of the city.

"The news says you were nineteen when your father died," whispered Herstal.

Albarino looked at him with burning eyes, as if he wanted to smile: "Yes, what do you want to ask?"

"You had already graduated from college at that time, because it is said that you skipped a lot of grades in elementary school." Herstal recounted Albarino's resume, part of which he heard from Olga, "Next Woolen cloth?"

"Four years of courses at the Perelman School of Medicine at the University of Pennsylvania," Albarino replied, spreading five fingers, then slowly bending four, index fingers outstretched, still grinning at the corners of his mouth, "One year Trips in Europe; then I went back to Westland and became a pathologist — like any forensic résumé."

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