[BL, MTL] Wine and Gun

Chapter 127: Aesthetic Victory (3)

Herstal stared down at the knife, and then suddenly asked: "What is the worst ending you have imagined?"

"You didn't come, then I have to face this empty hall alone," Albarino admitted frankly, even when talking about this topic, his voice still seemed to be smiling, "Maybe Then there's a small possibility that you actually have the ability to return to normal life-and there's nothing crueler for an artist than losing the audience who understands them the most."

Herstal was silent for a second or two, and in the silence, Albarino just watched the vague glow of the lamp on his hair. Then Herstal reached out and, calmly and composedly, drew the knife from Albarino's hand.

Albarino actually smiled, though he probably wasn't too surprised by the outcome. He even moved a step aside thoughtfully, as if the host were giving his stage to the finale performers.

And Herstal stepped across the sea of ​​blue petals-cornflowers and hydrangeas, torn delphiniums-to the prow of the "ship," and he His standing posture is so straight and elegant, it looks pleasing to the eye.

He had fantasized about it: he had fancied it when he was sketching in his notebooks with dried blood on the margins. Herstal Amalet stood on the prow of the sinking ship of madness, where Jesus' disciples stood when Jesus walked on the water, and where Shana stood on that foggy morning Location.

Herstal boarded the bow, and the captives were almost awake at this time: in order to keep them quiet when setting up the venue today, Albarino gave them a considerable dose of anesthetic. As long as his calculation of the dose was accurate, they woke up neither too early nor too late-the former might cause bloodshed, and the latter would definitely cause great psychological trauma to Albarino.

Now those people have fallen into the great panic after figuring out the situation they are in. Knowing their fate of imminent death is often more frightening than sudden and unpredictable death. When they raise their heads, they can see the shape of the huge guillotine floating in the void phantom. So these people struggled, the wires and brackets that fixed their positions creaked heavily, more blood dripped from the wound, and the decorative flower branches trembled.

Herstal has already slowly moved towards the first person: Derek Kermien lying on the ground, this middle-aged man is a little more awake than before, and now he is trying to move himself with weak hands and feet, but this common sense Obviously it had no effect at all. It was only after Herstal got closer that Kermien's limbs were firmly nailed to the wooden board below him by long nails under the cover of those flowering branches. to leak out.

"You have to understand me in this regard, they are indeed quite uncooperative with my work." Albarino said on the outside of the "ship" at this time - he did not try to step on the solid altar made of plants and wood, Because that's not the path he's prepared for himself, "Of course, if you think limiting their struggles will cut your fun, you can pull those nails out too."

Herstal didn't speak, he crouched down in front of the first victim slowly, like a beast about to unleash its strength. Derek made some frightened, muffled noises in his throat, and writhed and struggled to stay away from Herstal - but the struggle had no effect, and Herstal slowly pressed the cold blade against him. On his face, he heard a vague moan from the man's throat.

"It does feel weird," Herstal admits in a brooding tone. "I usually find victims myself."

--Victim, more official wording, one can tell that this killer works in the legal industry, and other killers generally don't call the person they killed that way.

"But very few people bring them to you in gift wrap," Albarino said with a smile.

Herstal still maintained that posture, the tip of the knife slashing across Kermien's face, like a cat playing with its prey with its sharp claws. He glanced at Albarino, snorted, and said, "Generally speaking, gift packaging is flashy."