Wine and Gun

She still couldn't lie to her heart in the end, so she finally chose to call Albarino Bacchus and told the other party that Slade planned to go to Sequoia Manor. And today was the day in Slade's plan, and something must be about to happen.

Aurelie didn't know what Doctor Bacchus and Armalette were planning, but it was impossible for the other party to question her for that information without a purpose - she just quietly waited for what was about to happen.

The time is approaching midnight and the first day of April is approaching, which is April Fool's Day, which some believe originated in the French calendar reform in the sixteenth century. Aurelie wasn't interested in festivals full of lies and jokes, one of the things she hated growing up.

Before the minute hand of the clock skipped midnight, the doorbell rang first, like the footsteps of death. Aurelie sighed, closed the silk nightgown on her body with her hands, slowly stood up from the edge of the chair, and walked over to open the door.

There were two men in police uniforms standing at the door, one of them nodded to her with a serious face, and asked, "Hello, are you Miss Delphine?"

So Aurelie knew that the moment had finally come.

Old Hunter dragged his tired body to the door of Olga Molozze's ward.

He came to the hospital to treat his wound. The whole process was painful, and he couldn't feel his arm under the anesthetic. But the good news is that the doctor told him that the shot did not hurt any nerves and would not leave irreversible damage.

Officer Hardy made an appointment with him to take notes tomorrow, and what he wanted to do most now was actually fall asleep on the bed in the dark. But somehow, he ended up around Olga's ward again - he'd been here many times before, and he was already familiar with the way here - and the thrilling scene from earlier in the day was still in front of his eyes. Repeat, the blond boy's wide-open eyes and blood-stained cheeks...

It's so dangerous, it's almost too late.

At this time, he couldn't help but wonder, if Olga was still awake, would the case be solved more smoothly?

No one can answer that question, especially the silent man lying in this ward.

Fortunately, Olga's nurse, Miss Anne Brook, hadn't slept yet. She let Hunter, who had already seen his face familiar, come into the room, while she sat on a folded bed in the corner of the single ward, with a folded bed on her knees. book.

Hunter stood alone in front of Olga, the other party's face lost its vigorous blood, and it made him feel uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it. He hoped that the other party could answer those questions about Dr. Bacchus and Armalette, tell him why these two people care about the case of Sequoia Manor, tell him whether Dr. Bacchus is a murderer after all, and tell him why in the world there are So many crazy and evil people, and these questions are destined to go unanswered—

Hunter's eyes suddenly widened, he took a step back, the crutches hit his feet and made a loud noise.

"What's the matter, Mr. Hunter?" Anne asked, sitting on the folded room behind him.

"She..." The first word floated out gān from Hunter's mouth, and he swallowed it before continuing, "Her eyeballs are rolling."

Note:

[1] See "Isaac's Altar 01" for the case in McCard's Cell Phone News.

Chapter 81 Fool's Celebration 01

Hardy couldn't help yawning.

He and the other people in charge of the case at the moment have basically stayed up all night: they're in charge of confiscating exhibits, housing the kids, having those endless, nonsense conversations with top police officers and the city council, and thinking about it. Way to make a belly for the upcoming press conference - it's weird, Westland has at least two serial killers at work and hasn't been arrested for ten years, and the councillors and the mayor himself think it's happening now things affect their careers more.

Now, the sun has slowly crept up on the edge of the city, and the whole city is immersed in a hazy rǔ white mist, and in another two or three hours, the news will spread, and then the gate of WLPD will be Filled to the brim with reporters, photographers and flashlights, it's like vultures hovering over dead bodies, feasting on decay.

At the same time, Lavasa McCard was walking through the corridor. The shadows under his eyes were no lighter than the others. He rubbed his eyebrows and said to Hardy, "His lawyer is here, we can start."

—Yes, they locked Slade for the night as usual, and of course the other party didn't decide to speak a letter until the legal team was present. Hardy was not particularly surprised by this. Now the two of them walked into the interrogation room, and Slade was sitting in the chair across from the icy-textured table, looking like the old god was there, as if he slept better than either of them.

He saw the state trooper and the FIA ​​agent walking in, and he gave a fake smile, showing his teeth without hesitation.

"Good morning, gentlemen," he said slowly.

It was at this time that the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, and the lawyer who had been late arrived walked slowly and domineeringly like any guy who would defend a criminal, and sat beside Slade. . Hardy glanced over the expensive custom suits and the cuffs with some kind of gemstone that wasn't too loud, and froze.

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