Wine and Gun

After he said this, he still did not let go of Herstal's hand. What's more, Herstal felt that the other party rubbed his thumb meaningfully on his palm.

Herstal stiffened abruptly, and he tried his best to restrain his urge to step back, and stretched his brows as best he could - of course, Slade has always liked the blond type, he was like that when he was a child, and now Mida So did Len. And although the other party obviously prefers younger children, they don't mind taking advantage of others when they are in a good mood. When they went to Sequoia Manor for the first time, Slade was very fussy about Albarino. is a good example.

There was still a lump in his throat, sending some bloodthirsty tingling up the tips of his fingers, but there was no more inappropriate time or place: they were still standing in the aisle of the courtroom, the judge and the The clerk and others had just left the scene, and the prison guards from the prison were planning to take Slade into the police car and send him to the federal prison.

Hestal took a deep breath, lowered his eyes slightly, took his hand out of the other's palm without a trace, and said, "Miss Delphine is dead."

It doesn't seem like a good idea to test the other party in this situation - but Herstal desperately needs an answer. He didn't know why Aurelie called him, from the impression he gave Aurelie, the other party was more likely to call Wallis Hardy when she was struggling than to call him. .

The only possibility he could think of was that Aurelie's last phone call was forced by her killer. One of Slade's allies betrayed him, and he now desperately needs to kill the monkeys to deter his other allies from betraying him. Among them, Herstal, who has only been to Sequoia Manor twice, is probably one of the people he is most worried about, not to mention that Herstal is a member of his legal team.

"It was very unfortunate that I heard about the accident," said Stryder in a flat voice, still smiling a little, "and you are not like her, Mr. Armalette, you are a good man—you There will be no such tragic ending.”

Herstal raised his head, looked at the other party without any expression, and unsurprisingly saw a trace of smugness in Slade's eyes.

This forced him to close his eyes for two seconds, suppressing the never-ending growl in his ears.

"Yes," said Herstal slowly after a moment, "hope so."

He saw Hua Lisi not far away, with a disappointed expression on her face that accepted reality as if she had already accepted her fate, a hand fell on Midalen's shoulder, the child couldn't help but look back in their direction He glanced at it, then left with Wallis.

Hunter didn't know what to think. What was the feeling of discovering that the reasoning story suddenly turned into a ghost story?

The priest obviously didn't think much about it. The other party took Hunter all the way to his small office in the tower. The office was so small that it was not even a broom room. Two people squeezed in and couldn't turn around.

The largest area in the house is the huge bookshelf that fills two walls and is messily stuffed with books, papers, and many thick leather-covered books. Father Johnson pointed to the leather-covered books and said embarrassedly: "These are albums...not in chronological order, and I'm not sure which is which, if you want to find your friend here If there are clues, I am afraid I can only read it one by one."

Hunter looked at the crumbling bookshelf and couldn't help but reached out and wiped his face again.

- He now clearly realizes: this is a big project.

It was still pouring rain outside when they left the courthouse, but that didn't stop the media from swarming around like sharks who had tasted blood. The flashlight flickered pale under the dim sky, the plastic sheet covering the machine was condensed with pea-sized drops of water, the high heels and leather shoes stepped roughly through the puddles, and the splashing sewage was similar to the splashing blood.

Slade was escorted away by the police, with Herstal and his colleagues at the law firm just behind. At this moment, the technical witnesses who left quietly slipped away from the crowd like swimming fish unobtrusively, but they, the prosecutor and others were blocked by reporters. Herstal could see Wallis standing not far away, and was blocked by several reporters who were trying to rush towards her. Midalen was no longer by her side, and the prosecutor's dark temples were covered with rain. It was soaked, and some láng stuck to his cheeks.

"Ms Hardy, what do you think of the decision to prohibit bail-"

"How sure are you of the upcoming trial—"

One of the shaggy-haired male reporters rushed forward and without hesitation held out the recorder in front of Wallis Hardy, he asked aloud in English with a European accent: "Ms. Hardy, what is this? Mr. Amarette, a lawyer in the secondary defense team, who saved your daughter in the previous butcher case, do you have anything to say about his choice to defend Mr. Slade?"

The rest of the words were drowned in the overwhelming rain. The heavy rain made a thunderous sound on the land, and the black umbrellas in the hands of the police officers who were escorting Slade were swayed by the wind. When a drop of rain fell hard under Herstal's eyes, he realized that he was not holding an umbrella.

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