Wine and Gun

A hand got stuck around his neck, something caught his ankle and he fell back hard on the ground. The other side pressed his belly with his knees, grabbed his wrist holding the knife with one hand, and the hand that had been pinching his neck moved to near his sun and roughly pulled his hair. Midalun couldn't see his face, and could only feel the other person's breath brushing across his cheek, as if láng was breathing between his neck.

The hand holding Midalen's wrist was twisted firmly in one direction until the butterfly knife fell from Midalun's hand with a thud. Midalen let out a painful grunt, and then the other party released his hand and picked up the butterfly knife from the ground beside him.

The icy blade grazed Midalen's throat. Midalen used the hand that was finally released by the opponent to fumble for the opponent's wrist, but the difference in strength between them made him unable to move the knife away. He felt a slight pain in his neck, and then warm liquid flowed down his neck - apparently the butterfly knife cut a slit in Midalen's neck.

Midaren struggled desperately, but in vain, and the gardener spoke, his voice soft and pleasant.

"It's a good idea to use you to symbolize the 'future' and Orion Hunt to symbolize the 'past'." He said, the indifferent tone of which made Midalun's heart feel cold.

He paused, then continued: "Unfortunately, it's not in the blueprint."

"Silence!" shouted the judge, banging the gavel, and although he seemed absolutely serious, everyone could hear the deep shock in his voice, "Silence!"

But his efforts were obviously ineffective, and when the words of Armalette fell, the entire courtroom exploded; at this moment, Leohard Schheiber felt as if there were a thousand flies. His mind was buzzing.

- Oh my God! He thought, God. Now Amalette is not just "a guy suspected of being a Westland pianist" in people's eyes. Childhood injuries, nearly 30 years of dormancy, and of course "revenge", this is simply a surprise A restricted version of Hamlet.

Readers will love this story, whether they care about Slade or the pianist, whether they have enough justice or not. Perhaps it would be good to portray him as a tragic victim. People don't care about the dead and the law. People with such a past are always particularly sympathetic to onlookers when they are not victims of their own close ones.

Or, from the point of view of him being a Westland pianist, things are better considered - childhood trauma, hatred, and unexpected cruelty towards Qiángjian, who is simply a typical template of a perverted murderer.

"You don't look surprised?" At this moment, Shi Haibo heard Molozer say to the nurse.

"It's not surprising, not all serial killers have childhood trauma, but more than half of them do." Molozer said in a very relaxed tone, "Of course, it must be emphasized that -- not everyone has childhood trauma. Anybody would become a serial killer. Anyway, I wouldn't be too surprised what happened to someone like Herstal."

Fortunately, the main body of the crowd is not composed of people who "won't be surprised when they meet anything". Leohard Schreiber couldn't help but think how boring the world would be; Olga Moro I'm afraid it's not surprising that Ze wakes up in a coma and finds out that he has lost a leg. In contrast, ordinary people will marvel at this sudden turn, and their voyeurism is shaping the dance stage for all authors.

Shi Haibo couldn't help but wonder how nice it would be if he could interview Armalite Armalite once, and who knew what amazing words would come out of those ruthless lips?

At the same time, Ms. Musk found her professionalism in this unprepared situation, saying: "You killed because of it? - Because he hurt you?"

"He was working as a priest in a church in Kentucky - of course, not under the same name as he is now, but there are plenty of witnesses who can prove they are the same person, and I can present evidence if the judge and jury need it. Herstal nodded and said in a flat voice, "At that time, I was playing the piano in the church's children's choir, and the whole choir was boys between the ages of nine and fourteen, according to myself. I'm not the only victim, and he's not the only perpetrator."

Some members of the jury were whispering. Obviously, such a typical case—it has to be said that cases of priests sexually assaulting little boys are quite common—suddenly exposed is a bit too appalling. But Ms. Musk seemed unmoved, and she calmly continued to ask: "If such a thing really happened, would no one call the police?"

"No," Herstal shook his head, "Most of the residents of White Oak Town are carpenters and have a very low level of education, and the central part was not tolerant of such behavior at the time. Many more men were intimidated and did not dare to tell the truth, which was common in those days."

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