Wine and Gun

And Hestal Armalet was one of the few people who didn't seem to care after entering the morgue. He stared at the dead man's pale face without any disturbance, and after saying "it's him", he nimbly He signed the power of attorney with the notepad that Albarino handed him that he had been holding in his left hand.

Albarino took the documents and signature pen handed over by the other party, thinking that this person may have always been this kind of ghost: maintaining this kind of indifferent cooperative relationship with his customers, working overtime until late at night and returning to his own empty space. In an empty luxury apartment.

He pushed back the mortuary door with one hand, the pen and tablet in the other, and unexpectedly heard Herstal ask, "How did he die? I see many wounds on his body. "

Albarino wanted to look at each other without a smile, but he didn't expect Herstal to be interested in this.

"In case he wants to ask when I go to see Mr. Thomas Norman later," Herstal replied calmly.

"I doubt it, your employer seems interested only in the fact that his brother is dead." Albarino finally laughed for real, and he shrugged, making sure the morgue was locked— - No corpses would sit up and climb out of it, but there have been cases where interns moved corpses and caused evidence to be defaced - and then put the documents and notepads in the morgue on the only person in the morgue. one on a table. "But I'm happy to satisfy your curiosity, anyway, I can tell you part of what Officer Hardy will say later in the press conference - and you'll find that I'm not interested in anyone who doesn't cry or vomit in this place. Almost all the people who came out were responsive.”

The forensic doctor, still smiling, turned around Herstal briskly like a cheetah, and approached him almost silently from behind.

"The murderer approached your employer from behind." Albarino said, he suddenly stretched out a hand, and from behind Herstal vacantly clasped his throat with his right hand, his fingers slack. Usually wiped the skin of his neck, he could feel the lawyer stiffen for a moment, and then force himself to relax with an inhuman willpower. "The strangulation of his neck from behind restrained his movement, and Mr. Norman had some restraint injuries on his neck in addition to the streak, which is enough to illustrate this point."

Albarino held the pen in his left hand and gently poked Herstal's left arm with it: "Then the murderer knocked him down with a needle and took him to the crime scene."

Herstal swallowed quietly, not knowing whether it was because of nervousness or something else, Albarino could feel the moment when his Adam's apple moved up and down against his palm.

"Your employer may have lost most of his resistance to the drug, but he was still alive," Albarino continued. "As you can see, the killer used needles to sew his eyes and lips—"

There was a subtle pause in his voice that made Herstal almost suspect that the guy would reach out and touch his eyelids and lips, but Albarino didn't. He paused, then moved his fingers down, stopping just above Herstal's abdomen.

"Then he put your employer on the stake, and the sharpened stake went through the back, hurt a little bit of the spine, through part of the stomach, and out here." His hand put a little pressure, Fingers pressed against the fabric of suits that must be expensive. "Your employer is still awake, blood flowed from the wound into his stomach and abdominal cavity, and part of the stomach acid began to erode the flesh and blood of the wound. During the period before his death, he could feel the feeling of blood flowing up his esophagus— — but he can't spit it out, right? His mouth is sewn up."

The lawyer's breathing sounded heavier, but since he didn't struggle, Albarino didn't take his hand away. Many people denounced his nature as a hunter playing with his prey, but he didn't care. Having said that, the Hestal Amalet in front of him was indeed his chosen prey, but the hunting had not yet begun.

"Then, the murderer used a sharp blade to disembowel him, pierced through the chest, and pulled all the way down to the abdomen." Albarino's voice was low and soft, and he stretched out his other hand, which was The left hand of the Westland pianist holding the knife, using the pen in his hand as a sharp blade, gently pulled a straight line down from Herstal's chest.

It was a pen, with a sharp nib under the cold metal cap, and Herstal almost turned his back to him and was wrapped between his arms, which he could shove down his throat if he wanted to— - How easy it is to take a person's life.

Simple, easy, and meaningless, just meat.

Beauty is what is born out of this rotten shell.

"Why did he cut open the victim's belly?" Herstal asked, his voice sounding unhurried under the circumstances, but it seemed to be a little lower.

"Because of the pain, the cruelty, he derives great joy from doing this; he feels in control in a moment like this, that makes him feel safe." Albarino confided the truth easily, moving his fingers again. Back at Herstal's neck, the muscles of the other's shoulders tensed uncontrollably as his fingers approached those skins, pulses beating alive under his fingertips. "He's pinning his story themes in this action, wrapping his metaphorical gift in a pretty, bloody skin - which I can understand, although I can't say I appreciate it."

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