Wine and Gun

Herstal didn't even know what rules this shit had.

"I don't want it to happen too easily," Albarino smiled softly, he slowly backed away, and hid in the shadows again, "I want to see you burn."

Herstal took a deep breath, trying to suppress the unprovoked anger. He heard the door open and close, and Albarino even thoughtfully locked the door and put everything back in place - Herstal could see that whatever reason he used to desert Elliott, it would now be Pretend to walk back without knowing it, go back to Elliott and the policeman who came with him, pretend nothing happened, and say goodbye to each other with a smile.

"I want to see you burn."

Hestal closed his eyes, and could hear the rumbling sound of blood roaring in his ears and the killing intent gradually emerging from his throat.

Note:

[1] About "Diana after the Bath":

Mythology says that Diana was known for her chastity, but also cruel, and the hunter Acteon was punished by her for peeking at her bathing and turned into a deer and torn to pieces by his own dog.

However, Boucher is a typical flamboyant Rococo painter, and we can see that Diana in his paintings is obviously not strong, nor does she look cruel, she is a delicate woman like a court lady. This style of Boucher was also opposed by some critics, including the French writer Goncourt, who said: "Boucher used obscene insinuations and provocations to lighten the sentimentality of Louis XV."

Chapter 27 Rain Rain Go Away 06

When Albarino Bacchus rushed into the forensic laboratory, Bates was still a little confused.

At that time, Bates was standing in front of the table in a white coat, holding a blowtorch and a skull in his hand, and no one knew what this combination in his hand was used for. When Albarino galloped towards him with that amazing dark circle under his eyes, he could only make a questioning voice: "Uh, Al?"

"We've brought you something you might call evidence." Albarino stopped the car in front of him, and pulled something out of his pocket: a broken piece of porcelain wrapped in a rǔ rubber glove , which may have belonged to a cup or the like, a sharp corner of the porcelain piece was stained with a bit of dried blood.

"If it can detect the DNA belonging to the killer Qiángni or the DNA belonging to Herstal Armalet, the case will be solved," said Lavasa McCard, who was standing behind Albarino, but Looking at the posture of his arms folded, I always feel that he is not very happy either.

"However, can anyone of you explain to me the cause and effect?" Bates, who was inexplicably stuffed a piece of porcelain in his hand, was still confused.

"Yes, we interviewed a possible suspect named Elliott Evans." Albarino said briskly, "I went to his house to do my best when Agent Bacchus was holding him up. Did a search if possible - no other suspicious bloodstains, except this little bit on a pile of broken china he threw in the trash. By the way, the house he rents has a basement, and it's locked now of."

"So either this is Amarette's blood, or this is the killer's blood, do you think so?" Bates widened his eyes, he almost left and squeezed the tile tightly, indicating The other two followed him in the direction of the other laboratory.

"I hope so, Elliott Evans fits Molozer's profile of the killer, not to mention that he still has some suspicious scars on his hands." McCard nodded, his tone sounded very determined. .

They followed Bates through the long corridor, and they walked so fast that many scientists in the corridor cast surprising glances at them. They called Officer Hardy right after they left the Elliott house, and there must be a lot of people waiting for news here.

Betts stared at the tile in his hand, and then suddenly pointed out: "Albarino, you know this is illegal evidence collection, legally—"

"It's illegal forensics, of course. But it's enough to apply for a search warrant." Albarino said in a deep voice, "If—I mean if—his basement has a hostage under house arrest, I think Prosecutors don't really care that a small tile isn't shown to the jury."

"But, Dr. Bucks, he's your friend," McCard said suddenly.

Albarino's mouth tightened, and after a while, he replied, "He's a friend of mine that I don't know very well... When I found out that his house had a locked basement, I felt that I was more I didn't even know him before."

"How did you meet him?" McCard asked again.

"A little accident, some hard work." Albarino shrugged, staring straight ahead, "You know, I think his face is quite beautiful."

Dr. Albarino Bacchus's romance was widely rumored in the industry—even in the context of the Bob Langdon case, which was fueled by a lot of online media coverage, and McCard apparently knew about it. But some of the twists and turns in this answer still made McCard's eyebrows jump. Yes, Olga has been complaining that his former boss is an old-fashioned, no wonder he doesn't like this kind of behavior.

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