Wine and Gun

Of course, if he was still in a single cell, he wouldn't be in this scene.

Herstal raised the corner of his mouth silently, clasped Albarino's slightly trembling waist with his hand, and said softly, "Be quieter... continue talking."

Normally Albarino would complain about Herstal being a pervert (medically, he is) or a bào monarch at times like this. Today, he didn't say two words at all. In fact, his brain was obviously blank for several seconds because of the high cháo, and it took a long time to find the words he wanted to say.

"...Duden Koos." Albarino paused for a few seconds after reading the name, and there was a rare dazedness in his voice. After a long time, he continued: "...The unfortunate professor who accidentally broke his leg...he is finally about to recover. I used the snowy road as an excuse to dissuade him from visiting his guinea pig in prison. They, but I don’t know how long it can be dissuaded. Maybe one day I will suddenly disappear and return to work for Duden Koos.”

Herstal paused, he lowered his head and kissed Albarino's sweaty skin, then said calmly, "I see."

"You'd better act quickly," Albarino said softly, and then he tilted his head as if he couldn't bear it, biting his wrist again, and the next sentence became vague. "There's not much time left for you."

——This is inevitable, Albarino's forged inspection report won't last long, even if Griffin doesn't have any doubts, the matter of Herstal not taking medicine will be immediately after Duden Koos returns. revealing.

"I'll start with Isaac," Herstal whispered in his ear, reaching out his hand, forcing him to let go, and slowly turning Albarino's wrist over and grasping it In hand, "He promised me that if I was going to do that, he would get me a knife."

He hasn't yet done what Isaac asked him to do, and the other party's request is still valid. Obviously, Isaac has no time to deal with the Latin King Gang at all, and can only count on Herstal: in fact, two months will not let the war between the gangs subside at all. These two months The smell of gunpowder between the Titus Brotherhood and the street hurricane is only getting stronger, and even if Isaac really had that heart, he couldn't make it out right now.

"They're prison gangsters always sneaking knives into prison in some weird way...I watched a lot when I was in prison for the Langdon thing," Albarino said, his language The speed is very slow now, and every now and then I think Herstal's movements tremble.

——But in fact, he never said what happened in the few days he was in prison. Based on Herstal’s own experience in prison, what a law enforcement officer would encounter after being imprisoned could only be more serious than him. Oops.

The reason Albarino never mentions that event is clearly that he doesn't care, not that what happened in prison became his nightmare. Rather, he doesn't care much about many things that ordinary people should care about, including but not limited to human life.

"I will talk to Isaac carefully. He can provide a lot of inside information that I don't know, such as the order of guard changes, the distribution of cameras, etc. It's too difficult to get this information without a personal connection." Herstal replied.

"What would you do?" Albarino asked softly.

Herstal knew what he was actually asking, it was hard to find a blade in prison, and their options were limited, but Westland pianist never made it, even when he was in a cage. in the same.

Herstal thought for a moment, then released Albarino's wrist and pressed against his sternum instead. At such moments Herstal could hear the other's heartbeat beating swiftly beneath the bones, like a bird struggling all the time.

His fingers traced inch by inch along the center of Albarino's sternum, all the way to his softer, sweat-covered abdomen. Albarino's waist was tense, shaking with every movement he made.

"Maybe cut his abdomen with a knife," Herstal gently kissed Albarino's earlobe, pressing it down slightly, his hand holding the sharp blade in fantasy, "Let me His guts came out ... hanging him from the ceiling with his intestines."

He could easily imagine the touches—how the knife sank into the soft belly, slashed far enough down, how blood spurted out, how the internal organs flowed out of the body in accordance with gravity. The effect of flutamide in the past feels like a piece of the puzzle has fallen back into place, and this kind of imagination brings the feeling of a cold and bitter river flowing through the human body, which makes people feel trembling and excited .

At such a moment, the feeling of hurting someone or breaking something will be particularly intense. Humans are such irrational creatures under the control of hormones. Albarino should also know this, or, Herstal suspects, the other party is fascinated by this pure wildness.

"It's charming." Albarino said intermittently in the interval when he could make his own voice. His voice was mixed with a lot of breath sounds, which sounded very light, but there was still a soft laugh in the final sound. "It's a pity that you didn't have blood on your hands when you rehearsed all this on me, and generally in such a situation, there should always be someone struggling desperately to die-"

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