Wine and Gun

Sarah, the woman - whom he defiantly called "Minta," Hades' lover, for those tacit little jokes between him and the Sunday gardener. Boredom provoking each other, gradually stepping into the abyss, he knew it was irrational, but on the other hand, Albarino Bacchus' mint green eyes flashed somewhere deep in his memory.

He saw the panting man hurriedly leave the alley, while the beautiful woman was lying on the ground, staring frantically ahead with help-seeking eyes, her dress was red as hot as blood. Herstal emerged from the darkness, fingers touching the soft gloves that had been in the bag.

Of course there is an opportunity in front of him.

"Then let's talk about your current predicament," Herstal said lightly, leaning on the table.

"I want to hear professional opinions," Albarino pointed out.

"The two of you were seen arguing, and then your fingerprints appeared on the murder weapon on the deceased's chest, and you don't have an alibi for that time. If there's no evidence to point to another suspect—" He Starr smiled slowly. Of course the police couldn't find it. He cleaned up the body well before leaving fingerprints. "In the judge's opinion, you are undoubtedly very suspicious."

Albarino stared at him with his arms crossed, his eyes calm as if the other party wasn't talking about him.

"In this case, the prosecutor is most likely to charge you with second-degree murder, given that you have quarreled before." Herstal's words were very deliberate, and his eyes were silently watching Albarino's shoulders near the shoulders. somewhere. His suit was smoothed out by him, and the skin near his throat was almost submerged under the collar of his shirt, but Albarino knew it would slowly swell up there.

"And then?" Albarino gestured.

"Then, we'll find a group of witnesses to prove that you don't care much about this relationship, that you won't kill someone in a moment of fury because you've suffered her shame; The murder weapon; there is no blood on the clothes you wore yesterday, and there is no mud on your shoes from that alley, it will also be a strong evidence." Herstal said fluently, "If you can't find a blood jacket or other Evidence, the jury may believe that you have been blamed; but after all, your fingerprints are on the murder weapon, if they still believe that the crime is convicted in the end...you may face more than fifteen years in prison, but fortunately you can be paroled."

Albarino looked at him and said slowly: "...I think from your wording, you don't seem to be particularly worried that I will really be convicted."

"The evidence is not sufficient, there are many leaks." Herstal replied, "But I generally don't give my clients such guarantees."

Albarino laughed lightly, and then asked sharply, "So, what do you want after tossing around like this?"

Herstal finally shifted his gaze from his shoulder to his face, and when he met his gaze, a narrow smile flashed in the lawyer's eyes.

He said simply: "I want to know what the CSI team found in your home."

Note:

[1] Fifth Amendment rights to the Constitution:

Here, Herstal is referring to "the defendant's privilege in criminal proceedings not to be compelled to testify against himself."

The Fifth Amendment right is also articulated in the famous "Miranda Warning" that police officers inform suspects when they arrest them, namely: "You have the right to remain silent. If you do not remain silent, then what you say Everything can be used as your testimony in court."

When Herstal said this, he was basically conceding to Albarino that he did indeed hold the knife in his left hand (as did the Westland pianist).

[2] Le petit mort:

French, "short-lived death", is a term similar to asphyxiophilia or sexual asphyxia.

Sexual asphyxiation is a perverted sexual behavior carried out by the perpetrator's inversion of sexual desire, and Westland City's criminal psychologists generally believe that the Westland pianist is a perversion of sexual desire.

[3] "If we learn to make ourselves more pleasant, then we had better not inflict pain on others, and not have the idea of ​​torturing others."

This sentence is also from Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

[4] Second-degree murder:

Refers to the intention to kill (here refers to the perpetrator's own knowledge of the killing, not the so-called "wanting" intention), and the killing is not premeditated or planned, and not out of righteous indignation By. The result of death is caused by the perpetrator's dangerous behavior and the perpetrator's obvious negligence of his dangerous behavior.

Chapter 15 The Metaphor of Mint 03

The sky looked perpetually on the verge of rain, and Olga stood in the cold wind with her arms folded, watching the CSI plough the soil around the house inch by inch. She had no class to attend on weekends, so she was relaxed and stood here calmly watching them toss.

"Do you really think he will bury the blood-clothing where you can find it?" Olga asked curiously.

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