Wine and Gun

Midalun frowned, Albarino almost stabbed him in the opposite direction last time, which left a big psychological shadow on him: "So, does he have 'feelings'?"

"I don't know if he has feelings or not, and there has not been a particularly in-depth and detailed study of the degree of emotional loss in psychopaths," Olga admitted, "but I think whether he has the so-called 'feelings' or not, he has no idea about it. Things are still very interesting.”

"Is it his way of expressing his sincerity by doing nothing to the client, and instead putting up souvenirs related to it everywhere?" Hardy obviously still didn't understand her point of view.

"Well," Olga thought for a while, then replied with a smile, "I think this should be a kind of 'respect'."

Hardy raised his eyebrows, obviously not understanding the logic of the pervert murderer: "Respect? Shouldn't things be a lot easier if he's willing to intervene?"

Olga explained in a good-natured way: "That's right—but to give you an example, say when Wallis was pregnant and gave birth to Clara, you would advise her after she gave birth to say ' Can you take care of the kids full-time at home and let me earn the money to support the family'?"

"Of course not," Hardy replied without thinking, "Wallis is a very responsible prosecutor, and she can play a big role in her position, which is also a job she has always enjoyed. Said, raising children is a matter of two people, and I can't throw this kind of thing to-"

"Yes, Wallis has her own value in her position as a prosecutor, and Herstal also has Herstal's own value." Olga shrugged and said in a very reasonable tone— —although what she said could never be taken for granted: "If there is someone who helps Herstal to kill his enemies, someone who helps Herstal to fix the mess he left behind, there is even someone willing to One-handedly helping him escape... so what's the value of himself as a perverted murderer?"

"No, Olga," Midaren finally couldn't help but complain, "Are you talking about 'the value of a murderous maniac'?"

Olga smiled and put the empty mug back on Hardy's table. Obviously, she didn't intend to wash the mug herself, but wanted Hardy to do it for her: at this time, she didn't mention "the value of a person itself." "Such things, it seems that this theory is quite flexible for her.

"Let's just assume that everyone has their own value, although some pessimistic people will think that when the end of life must be death, any struggle is actually meaningless." She clapped her hands and commanded happily. Said, "Now, Officer Hardy, it's time for us to realize our value."

She pointed to the strangely shaped USB flash drive on the desk. The things stored in this small USB flash drive will change the fate of many people.

"It's time to bring the suspects of sexually abusing children to justice." Olga said briskly, "—you and I are just mortals, and this is the value of mortals."

Chapter 117 Chrysalis 01

After entering December, Westland is gusty and snowy, and any day you open the door, there will be snow that can reach your knees. In such months, the city will be very, very calm on the surface - most people are reluctant to leave their homes, even the corpses of Liu Làng Han are frozen in the snow; The gust of wind devoured it, and the corpse was thrown in the field by itself, and no one would find it until the snow melted.

Where snow plows are still within reach, people are getting ready for Christmas; every storefront window is adorned with garish stickers of snowflakes, bells and candy canes, and Christmas trees glitter in the glass windows all night long; The children are already wondering what kind of letter to write to Santa and what kind of gift they can get.

There is no Christmas tree in the activity room of the New Tucker Federal Prison. I heard that there was a "Christmas tree wounding case" in this activity room a year ago. After that, the prison guards no longer put this useless decoration. in the activity room.

The prison infirmary is a little more festive: that means a bright purple-and-green ribbon is plastered by the doctors along the infirmary's window, and a string of foamy silver snowflakes dangling beneath it. This thing can indeed be said to be very festive, but unfortunately it has no taste at all. Overall, this thing looks more terrifying than the genital-shaped sculpture in the original Sequoia Manor, and it looks painful to the eyes.

Right now, William Quinn, an intern from Westland State University's Biological and Medical Laboratory, is standing under this ugly streamer -- to be exact, he's lying on the window frame, supporting the fan with his hands. The glass of the window, the palm of his hand was cold from the glass; his entire face was pressed against the glass, and when he breathed out, a cloud of white mist appeared on the glass.

A man in a prison uniform pressed him behind him, and sunk deeply into his body. The lubricating fluid mixed with other fluids flowed down his thighs, and the sound of water in the quiet room could be heard clearly. The whole scene is very pornographic, although the role in porn is usually a little nurse with a skirt so short that it barely covers her thighs, not a lab intern with a smile on her face.

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