Wine and Gun

The other party was stuck for a while, and then almost murmured: "Yes, but I didn't... I can't help—"

Yes, no jīng fluid was extracted from the bodies of those victims. The CSI side initially thought that the murderer was wearing a condom. But to put it savagely, looking at Elliott's current situation, Herstal can't imagine where he will take out a condom next. It's an ironic, comedic realization. Herstal thought about what Elliott's veiled attitude meant, and then suddenly realized.

"You can't, can you?" he asked.

Elliot's face looked even redder: "I—"

"That doesn't matter, and it's not your fault." Herstal said in a hypocritical soft tone, the other party has not yet been able to discern the hypocrisy in his tone, "It will be better in the future, you have to be patient. "

"...Will it be?" The other party's voice was soft and soft.

"In my case, it must be." Herstal whispered, with the right amount of hints, so hypocritical and casual, "Considering the time we will spend together in the future, you shouldn't worry about the time it takes, you can Take it easy."

Elliott swallowed softly.

Herstal looked at him and tilted his head slightly, revealing the submissive arc of his neck, something this tasteless serial killer clearly liked. Then, he said slowly, "You can start with the part you can do, I think, you can fuck my leg first tonight."

"Sometimes I feel like Scheherazade, doing everything possible just to see the sun the next day." Herstal said gān abruptly.

"You've done a great job," Hardy reassured, though the shock in his eyes hadn't completely faded away.

"You say that because everyone else is dead," Herstal pointed out.

Hardy had a slightly embarrassed look at that moment, for Herstal was telling the truth: although, technically, the body of Eliot Evans was still lying on the basement floor, apparently It was a terrible death, but it was not a victory after all.

"You're going to need help," then Hardy said. "I'd suggest you go to counseling or a support group or something, and seriously, that's good for you."

"After I killed a man and attacked Doctor Bacchus?" Herstal asked sarcastically.

"You didn't mean it, nobody can control themselves in that extreme situation," Hardy said sincerely. "Just... take it easy, okay?"

Herstal snorted softly, pulling the blankets tighter over him. The wound on his body was aching, and he didn't have to bother to disguise a fragile and pale expression to cover up the bloody truth. Albarino is probably sitting in another ambulance at this moment, having his wounds stitched up.

To put Herstal in all fairness, the best part of the day was when he stabbed the knife into Albarino's shoulder.

- It's not over yet.

The rain has not yet subsided, Albarino sat in the ambulance and asked the doctor to treat the wound on his shoulder. Luǒ's exposed skin trembled slightly due to the low temperature. It was at this time that Olga got into the ambulance wearing a disposable raincoat.

"Are you okay?" Olga asked.

"Fortunately, is your next sentence "I said it a long time ago"?" Albarino asked with a smile.

"I really don't want to say it, but I really said it a long time ago, did I let you wait for us to meet you?" Olga snorted from her nose.

"The worst outcome you thought didn't happen." Albarino shrugged. At this time, the doctor had already pushed away after bandaging the wound. Albarino hurriedly stretched out a blanket and put it on himself.

Olga looked at him teasingly: "You were stabbed in the opposite direction, and there is a bloody corpse lying in the basement. I don't know if this is a good result."

"It would be better to make another corpse than the killer Qiángni. Besides, I don't plan to sue Herstal for personal injury. In such a tense situation, everyone will make mistakes. I appeared too suddenly." Ballino answered.

He looked in the direction of another ambulance—apart from the light net woven by several police cars, Herstal was there, but the expression on his face was unclear. His wound is not particularly deep, as long as stitches are needed, there is no need to go to the hospital.

Albarino thought for a moment, then asked, "What do you think the prosecutor's office would think?"

"I think there is a high probability that he won't be prosecuted. After all, the murderer has a knife and has such a criminal record. If he didn't resist, he must be dead now." Olga laughed, and she blinked her eyes thoughtfully. , "The prosecutor will refer to the injury report you just provided. After the wound heals, they will probably assess his disability level, although I don't think it constitutes a minor injury... But, your opinion now will help They backtracked to what happened in the basement."

Albarino kept smiling: the advice he provided on the scene would tell others that the killer, Qiángni, really wanted to use that knife to kill Herstal and his death. At this point, Herstal is very good at making the most of it.

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