Wine and Gun

They stopped at the door of the DNA testing center, and Bates jumped in alone. When the door was closed again, Albarino sighed slowly.

"I hope everything will end as soon as possible. After all, I don't know what kind of attitude Amalette treats to the killer Qiángni. From what I know about him, he is the most annoying kind of lawyer. If he unfortunately angers the other party..." Al Ballino said, giving McArd a thoughtful look, "Look, it looks like it's going to rain today."

McArd heard what he said, and turned his head to look out the window too - the weather was not sunny this morning, and now there were lead-grey clouds hanging low over the city, and the cool wind was starting to blow.

Albarino was right, maybe it will rain again soon.

McCard was almost lost in thought for a brief moment, but then he heard Albarino say: "Then, you stay here and wait for the DNA test results. I have to go out on something."

McCard glanced at him, condensing the question into that brief look.

Albarino shrugged and smiled. Many people would say his smile was gentle and warm, but McCard really didn't feel that way. The chief forensic officer said meaningfully: "I'm a little worried - after all, Xiaoqiángni wants to go out to play, isn't he?"

Herstal wasn't shy about admitting that he cursed Albarino Bacchus in all the languages ​​he knew, and he was indeed such a bastard who likes to get down on his feet. When Albarino came in, he had almost cut the rope around his wrist, but there were two strands left, which were probably particularly tough, and Herstal was helpless.

He could already hear Elliott's footsteps coming from the stairs.

In fact, Elliott came downstairs long, long after Herstal had determined that the cops and the damn Albarino Bacchus had gone, and of course, that extra time didn't help Hess either. Tarr finds something else to use to sharpen the rope.

Elliott, who seemed a little paler when he appeared, came in three steps and two, tore off the tape from Herstal's lips, and put his arm around him.

In the past two days, Herstal quickly adapted to the habit of the serial killer in front of him, sticking to people without moving. Hestal restrained the condition of turning his head to the side, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Elliott had a pungent smell of cigarette smoke. Apparently, after the police questioned him, he smoked in place for a long time to calm down. He smelled that smell and he smoked at least half a pack of cigarettes upstairs, which is not an exaggeration. statement. It wasn't until after the fact that Albarino found out that there was another reason why he didn't come downstairs for more than an hour: after Albarino and the others had finished inquiring about Elliott's boss, the guy hit a long The phone came and asked Elliott if something had happened.

It's a pity that Herstal didn't know this, otherwise he could at least understand why Elliot's face was so bad.

"I won't let them take you away from me!" Elliott announced, ignoring Herstal's question. He still licked Herstal's lips like a small animal, his fingers lightly grasping his hair.

There was a strong smell of smoke between the man's lips that almost made Herstal frown, but he still replied softly: "Yes, where can I go if I leave?"

Elliott responded with a sharp gasp, and then he suddenly bit on Herstal's neck with a heavy force, completely ignoring the other's sharp gasp. He pressed Herstal's entire body against the chuáng pad—the chuáng creaked badly—and Herstal could feel a tongue licking wetly against the tingling skin on his neck.

The man's lips lifted above his throat, blood dripping between sharp teeth. His fingers gripped the tablecloth on the altar, white—pure, joyful. The victory of Sindhi.

"Everyone who has been washed by this water," said the man, his voice very soft, "has been saved."

Elliott's cold, uninjured hand slid under his shirt and touched his skin, a chill that made Herstal's skin shudder uncontrollably.

"Herstal," Elliott whispered in his ear, spitting the heat up his earlobe; the young man knelt on top of him, and a moment later Elliott's jacket was thrown too chuáng on the pad, "I want—"

"—Ignorance fascinates a child's heart, and it can be driven far away with the rod of discipline."

The other man touched the scar on his throat slowly with his fingers.

"You know yourself that you're gradually becoming more perfect."

Herstal struggled a little, and pressed his body on the jacket. The whole action seemed to anger Elliot. He suddenly grabbed Herstal's neck, and his fingers sank into the soft skin.

"Don't leave," Elliott whispered, his voice trembling. "No one can take care of you if you leave, don't—"

Elliott's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, and it looked like a waveless black swamp. Then he slammed his head down, his teeth colliding with Herstal's lips in pain.

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