Wine and Gun

The meaning of what he said was chilling. The nurse of Molozé made some hissing gasps, while Olga Molozé himself tutted softly, it was hard to guess. What was she thinking about.

"Your Honor, I must specify," said Ms. Musk, raising her voice, "not long ago, Father Anderson was found missing in the diocese's cathedral, and then local police found a Eucharist near the crime scene, Fragments of Father Anderson's tongue were tucked into this Eucharistic light. And Mr. Armalette 'received' the blood book at this time, a coincidence that has to be doubted..."

Herstal raised a hand coldly: "No. I hope the prosecution will not challenge me with crimes that have not been used to prosecute me, and Ms. Musk should also know very well that I was in prison when this case happened. ."

"Effective, Ms. Musk, please do not bring charges unrelated to this case," the judge said, nodding. Meanwhile, the members of the jury were passing the blood book with some sort of awe, and Ms. Musk's brows furrowed slightly.

"You need to show more evidence that this is true," she then said.

Shi Haibo's eyes widened: the whole thing, though unexpected, had gotten to the part that the average reader would love—meaning, "How can you prove he sexually assaulted you?"—people liked Looking at the photos of the victims in the newspapers, I wondered what indecent behavior caused them, and how the whole process worked.

The reporter hurriedly dug out his notebook. Although he was recording the whole process, he still wanted to jot down a flash of inspiration.

Midalun breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, his life plan definitely did not include being stabbed into a sieve by a pervert murderer and then exhibited it. At the stall where he was struggling, the butterfly knife in the other's hand was high. Raised high, the cold light flashed under the streetlights—

"boom!"

The knife was stuck to his ear, only a centimeter or two away from the skin, and the blade cut through a strand of golden, fluffy curly hair. The gunshot just now was the sound of bullets grazing the gardener's ears and slamming into the wall behind, and the attacker raised his head and looked somewhere behind Midaren -- Orion Hunter stood there, using A revolver was aimed at the gardener, his voice full of anger:

"Let him go."

The next thing happened very quickly, the gardener propped himself up with a push on his legs and lifted him up with one hand by the hair of Midalen - a typical midalen who grew too fast And the type who looks too thin, not to mention the tormented for several months in Sequoia Manor, he can feel every rib on his body, and his weight is really heavy - Midalen cried out in pain, Then he was suddenly pushed back by the gardener.

He lost his balance and staggered onto Hunter. Hunter's muzzle was knocked crooked, while the gardener had already strode forward. Hunter only had time to push Midalen away and shouted, "Call the police! Call someone!"

As if echoing his words, Hunter's wrist was caught by the opponent in the next second, and he suddenly twisted to one side, with a groan of pain and a crunch of his joints, the revolver was The pistol slammed to the ground and was kicked away by the gardener.

Then the gardener flexed his knees against his stomach, with such force that Hunter curled up into a shrimp under the pain.

On the other side, Midaren stood up staggeringly. He looked back at the old Hunter, who was heavily thrown to the ground by the gardener, and knew that he had no time to delay. He gritted his teeth, turned his head suddenly and ran back to the nightclub called "Sodom".

Mary Talos is an ordinary small town woman.

Her husband, a lumberjack, works on a forest farm near White Oak, and she herself is a homemaker, tending to her four children—four at one point.

If her eldest son had survived to this day, he would have been in his forties. Unfortunately, the child's age was always eleven years old: Thirty years ago in White Oaks, depression was still a problem. A rare disease that Mary Talos didn't even realize her child was ill until he jumped from the town's water tower.

Mrs. Talos had been worried about the strange bruise she found on the child, but the child smiled and told her that he had accidentally bumped it. Boy, she thought, always hurting herself, and she had three other children, one of whom was a nursing baby, and she couldn't give each of them such an all-encompassing care.

So in the end, she could only learn the terrible truth from the suicide note of the child. The child had an angelic voice and was a member of the church choir in White Oak, and several church priests and church members stroked with their hands. When the boy's thigh, he also told him that it was a "gift of God".

The desperate mother once broke into the office of the parish priest of the church at the time and begged the priest to investigate the matter, but the whole thing ended in infinite delay - she had three other children to take care of, Back then, she didn't have that kind of legal awareness, couldn't devote herself to a never-ending lawsuit, and didn't have that kind of time and money.

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