Chapter 363

Herstal heard Albarino sigh softly.

Hunter briefly described his guesses, after all, he is now apart from a child named "William" who is very similar to Herstal Armalette, and the mysterious case that happened in the church in 1987. Nearly nothing. He could only guess now that Amalette had been a member of the church choir and had an unpleasant past with Slade when he was in White Oak, and Slade and the murder, In fact, he has not found a suitable position in the whole inference for the time being.

"Is there actually a possibility," Midaron said after listening to his guess and pondering for a long time, "...the Slade was a clergyman in St. Anthony? After all, the cross was in his Found in the drawer of , and Mr. Armalette was also a member of the church choir. Besides—"

He paused and took a deep breath.

Hunter knew what he was "besides", although there was no evidence, but they always suspected that Slade himself was a pedophile, look at those choir photos thirty years ago, the choir of this church is full of A group of little boys between the ages of eight and fourteen who have not even developed secondary sexual characteristics! It is self-evident what would happen if Slade was placed in such an environment!

If this is the case, the unsolved case in the church 30 years ago would be easier to explain. It is very likely that someone in the church knew what Slade did and was killed by him? The cleric who disappeared from the church overnight was the original Slade?

Against this backdrop, it doesn't seem particularly surprising that Armalite mysteriously infiltrated Sequoia Manor and gave Midaron a knife for self-defense.

But, if that's the case, how to explain Armalite's defense of Slade?

"This is just a possible guess, don't expect too much." Hunter warned Midalen, "Sometimes logic can be wrong as strict reasoning, let alone just based on a little clue. It is inferred. I will try to find a way to check the file of that case. If I can find the photos of the relevant suspects at that time, things will become clearer... You stay in Westland during this time, WLPD should Will they send the police to protect you? As a witness who has just appeared in court, you must pay attention to your own safety, whether it is people in Slade or those in the media, beware—”

"I know, I know, you look like an old mother." Midalen complained in a low voice, "Actually, you are in greater danger if you are going to use some illegal means to get the police file?"

"Little brat, I'm the best bounty hunter in Westland. Don't think that the end of the trial will mean that your wings are hard, and you can ignore the experience of others." Put that kid's furry head on top.

"I actually want to hear the experience of people who have come here. I also want to be a bounty hunter. Can you teach me when you return to Westland? I can work part-time to pay back the money I hired you." answer.

These words came so suddenly that Hunter didn't know if Midalen was serious or joking. He reprimanded half-truly with a sullen face: "Come on, the fourteen-year-old kid should go to bed now! Yes! Wait for me to go back and talk about it!"

Just like that, Hunter lay on the bed tiredly after hanging up the phone. He didn't even have his hair soaking the cloth of the pillow, but he was too lazy to stand up. He rubbed the sun, pondering how he could enter the police station in White Oak Town justifiably, and get the file of the suspicious case from many years ago. It would not be a particularly easy task...

Then he thought of the nonsense of Midalen's brat. This kid wouldn't know how hard the road was. Some people were bounty hunters for excitement, while others were purely for the benefit of their backs. Although Hunter is not optimistic about Midalen's idea, he has to admit that he is not too young, and he is not suitable for being a bounty hunter in his fifties. He has no wife and no children. If—

Then Hunter gave a hard laugh, pushing the mess out of his head.

Albarino put a hand on Herstal's waist, and this was the rare moment when the other party would not throw off his hand in disgust. The man would still frown in his sleep, as if he was still thinking about some difficult problem.

By the last time, he managed to squeeze a little sob out of the other party's mouth, but even so, the other party still wouldn't beg for mercy. Albarino did his best - he was like the Mephistopheles summoned by Faust, who robbed Hades of Persephone - eat this fruit, he would whisper to persuade him, then The fruit of the lotus was lying between his fingers, as they all knew.

Do not. That's what Herstal would have answered, which was an expected answer.

The corners of the other party's eyes were dyed bright red with lust and more complex emotions, and the voice was split and broken, showing a kind of light golden eyelashes soaked with tears, but Herstal would not admit that it was tears. Then a heavy drowsiness would capture him, like death, and lead him down deeper into the dream.

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