Wine and Gun

"I didn't ask your name yesterday!" The kid continued in that excited tone, not too big of a heart to look like a victim who had been imprisoned by a criminal gang for three months, "What's your name, Van Helsing? "

Hunter simply didn't want to correct the difference between the two "hunters" for him, he replied gruffly: "My name is Orion Hunter - but that's not the point, the point is what are you thinking about now? Run away from here?"

A minor with a knife on his body ran away from the orphanage the day after he was rescued from a criminal gang. This sounds like a script full of doubts and suitable for conspiracy theorists.

The blond boy stared at him for a few seconds, then pouted, intending to tell the truth.

"Well, it's like this," he said earnestly. "It's almost lunchtime, and I found a pizza place across the road."

——That's why a quarter of an hour later, Hunter, the best bounty hunter in Westland, and Midaren slipped out of the orphanage without knowing it and sat in the pizza shop across the road, who would rather eat rubbish The unfortunate child who didn't eat the nutritious meal provided by the social worker in the orphanage took a big bite on the roast beef pizza, and almost burst into tears.

"It's so fucking delicious!" Midaren said with a bulging mouth, "I haven't eaten pizza for three months!"

"After eating, go back quickly. If the people in the orphanage can't find you within an hour, they will definitely call the police. I hope WLPD will not arrest me as an abductor." Hunter reminded with a sullen face, while thinking a little. I don't understand why I'm paying this little bastard for pizza. Some scientists say human cubs use their cute looks to confuse adults into caring for them, and that may be true. "Also, you're not old enough to swear, kid."

Midaren snorted and continued chewing, looking like a chipmunk.

Hunter looked at him calmly, and when he was about to finish the third piece of pizza, he suddenly asked, "Who gave you that knife?"

Midaren stopped eating and looked up at Hunter. The child's eyes were extremely bright, like sparkling blue gems.

"If I told you, would you keep it a secret for me?" he asked cautiously after thinking.

"It depends on the situation." Hunter said ambiguously, but in fact, this answer just revealed the source of the knife is not so simple. In fact, what Hunter was thinking at this time was: This kid's attitude is a bit strange. He won't cover up a subordinate of Slade who was not arrested and brought to justice, right?

"Then another way," Midaren blinked his eyes and suddenly showed a smile, "Aren't you a bounty hunter? I want to hire you to investigate one thing, and I will find a way to pay you in installments later. , please believe me on this - I am your employer, so you are obliged to keep it secret for me."

There is indeed a bit of juvenile childishness in what he said, but Hunter felt that the angle of thinking of this child was definitely not the one that ordinary children would think of. He wanted to point out to the child that if he really did something illegal, the bounty hunter was not obliged to keep his secret; and, the bounty hunter was mainly responsible for chasing down bail and fugitives, and the investigation was usually conducted by private investigators live.

However, in the end his curiosity prevailed, so when he opened his mouth, he said, "Tell me?"

God. At the same time, Hunter thought, I'm stuck in some kind of game.

"I used the social worker's computer to check last night, and now I'm sure the guy who gave me the knife was named Herstal Amarette, and he told me he was an investigative reporter, but he wasn't." Darren stated clearly, staring straight at Hunter, "I want you to help me investigate, what is his purpose in going to that manor."

It was already dark when Hestal got home, and he pushed the last bit of work to his colleagues on the grounds that he was not feeling well, and he did have a solid headache from morning to night for almost twelve hours. When he opened the door, the sun and the eye sockets were still throbbing with pain, causing him to see things a little blurry.

The interior was almost pitch-dark, except for the dim light in the dining room. When Herstal walked over, he saw that the chandelier above the table was on, and a full set of tableware was placed on the table in a very strict manner, including but not limited to white plates without any decoration, arranged in order. Knives and forks of different kinds, goblets, and on the table there is another bottle of wine and a glass bottle decorated with two half-opened irises.

Albarino turned to look at him from one of the chairs, saying nothing but a slight smile.

Herstal was silent for two seconds, and then said: "Of the series of reactions you may have to this matter, this is the one I least expected."

"Isn't that bad?" Albarino replied slowly, in a low voice, "After all, hysteria and regret have no meaning."

Herstal actually wanted to point out that they all knew that Albarino wasn't really the type to be hysterical - look, he'd be preparing a long dinner for what's happening now, Herstal doesn't care. There is no doubt that he has placed a series of food from appetizers to cold dishes in the kitchen, just waiting to be served on the table. And there can be no direct connection between these two things by any logic, but perhaps in Albarino's world, this is perfectly valid.

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