Chapter 25 Episode 24 Tequila Sunset

"I never thought, or rather, I never imagined that in so many years of detective career? I would encounter such a major failure. I was not prepared for it at all: Caught off guard, a complete failure?", Frustrated and irritable, he drank the wine in his hand, turned the empty glass upside down, and tapped the table with his fingers—the business in the Tegel bar is really good today, and the bartenders are all busy , did not hear the guest's two feeble calls at all: Fortunately, he didn't seem to care too much. "This man is a friend of mine - we've known each other for almost four years. Since then, whenever the two of us have worked together on a case: either actively or forced - like this one ?You know, if he doesn't come this time, it will probably become a mystery; but when he comes, I feel very unwilling-I also made a lot of mistakes, it's myself The problem, but it can’t be corrected.” He looked at the empty wine glass that was turned upside down, “Well, it’s all my own responsibility, what am I complaining about.”

The gentleman beside him patiently listened to his incoherent nagging, and comforted him at the right time: "It's not like that, Inspector Karl." He patted him on the shoulder kindly, "I believe in your ability, if it's just reasoning, you are no worse than him—perhaps when you see He, subconsciously, is a little nervous, and will make some low-level mistakes that you don't usually make: I guess, you just want to compete with him-is this kind of mood that makes you lose every time?" "Yeah, that's it!", he laughed—he was quite happy to be told that he had broken his mind, "I can't figure out why he always has Tourne (French, as the trump card) cards), but I can't even touch the edge of a good card. Sometimes, I even worked hard to do some basic things: the most basic information collection, fingerprint comparison, handwriting identification, on-site inquiry? He took it for granted I shared my results with great care—I always have some advantages at some point? But I will definitely lose them in the end.", He knocked on the table again, "You know, just this time—I have never been like This time, I lost so badly. I gambled all my pride as a police officer, but in exchange for everyone’s ridicule, even paid for it?”

The bartender still didn't come over, and the black detective hesitated to speak. And the wise observer gave a timely enlightenment: "That's the crux of the matter! I know, I totally understand - you're suffering for two lives that shouldn't have died." Carl hugged his head, said nothing, with a painful expression on his face. "Mistakes made have been made, lives lost can never come back—so that distress will be with you, torment you in your sleep, thwart you in your new judgments and decisions, You become indecisive and lose your mind. The self-confidence you managed to regain has been completely destroyed by this case? I know your past—hmph, it’s so difficult to get out, but so easy to get in .”

The man's words almost made Karl half sober, and he asked suspiciously and surprised: "who are you?" "It doesn't matter who I am, just as people only call 'Father' in the confessional and don't call their name. Although they know the man's name, they want him to be a messenger of God-this is A much-needed substitution: they call him 'the priest' and themselves 'the sinner.' So they have hope and the pain begins to end?" Hearing this, Karl smiled instead: "Hmph, you're probably drunk too." He smiled and knocked on the table again, "If the priest of Michelle Cathedral also likes to come here to drink, that person is you—you drunk priest. "

"Maybe," the man laughed, "but redemption and salvation don't exist because of human disbelief—they've always been there, waiting for people to open their eyes and see them, and believe?" "What's the point of saying this?" Karl sneered and asked him weakly. "I want you to see it too." The man took a sip of his wine and replied with a smile. "Stop making such silly jokes!", he waved at the man, "God doesn't patronize bars—angels don't take care of drunks.", He knocked on the table again—this time the bartender had responded with:

"What do you want?" "A glass of Tequila Sunrise!", he said to the gentleman beside him with some pride, "Even if there is no God, the rising sun will always bring some hope? And a brand new day!", he His gaze became firm again—although it was only for a few seconds, "I can solve this failure by myself? As you said, it's not like I haven't solved it before. Ha, Wenzel makes mistakes, everyone makes mistakes - even the light of God, occasionally cast in the wrong direction? Carl, you gotta take heart - your pride won't let you bow: the dead have After death, friends are still friends? Perhaps, after I drink this cup of rising sun, I should let go of these bad emotions. ", he sighed and tapped the table twice.

The gentleman beside him shook his head: "Such a statement is just evasion—it does not mean that the grave disappears from life. Some things cannot be changed after they have happened. Are you just deceiving yourself and others when you say you have to overcome them?" "What the hell do you want to do?" Karl was dissatisfied with the gentleman's dejected words, and his attitude began to turn bad-he was already a little drunk: it's not his fault. "I'm here to tell you something, and give you a chance to redeem your sins." The gentleman said blankly, took out his wallet from his coat, opened it, took out two photos, and a folded letter received letters and put them on the bar.

Carl brought them over.He looked at the two photos first—each of them showed a tombstone. He was very puzzled by the content of these photos: "What's this? A photo of your new funeral?" "Look at the name on it." The eccentric gentleman said to Carl in a commanding tone. Karl read out the two names: Auguste Donado, Arwen Blanche, this made his heart feel as if he was being grasped by someone's hands—the firmness in his eyes completely disappeared, and his whole person suddenly became sluggish.After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Why are you showing me this?"

"Remember what you are carrying on your shoulders: no one can ignore the weight of the two tombstones." The man replied indifferently, "As for the letter, Sharapova gave it to me—you Must remember who she was. Huh, she and August were going to get married? Who broke them up?" Carl's hands trembled.He took the half-folded letter, unfolded it, and after some hesitation, he moved his gaze to the beginning of the letter: Sears, can't you forgive me? I don't know what to say in this letter.That thing, many times, I don't want it to really happen-I always think of you when you were a child, you didn't understand anything at that time, and our family was very poor.Not only poor, but even street beggars are richer than us - they have no debts.My memory of my parents is very vague, but those debts are very clear.

You know, I don't want you to work in a bar at all. Is this the habitual thinking of a Catholic family? But wishes and reality are always at odds. Even the closest brothers will gradually become estranged once they are no longer around. I know you're still complaining about the money I took from Mr. Heiner.I don't know if it's too late to tell you why now—yes, I know you were disappointed in me then, thinking I'd sold you out.I said to you at the time: We happen to have a debt to pay? In fact, that was a lie to you.I still don't think you will have any future if you stay in that bar. I listened to what Heiner said in my heart. I think you may learn something useful if you go to Germany. vision.

I still remember that in the days when I was about to make a decision, I went to church and prayed every day: I was worried that you were too young to make up your mind to leave your hometown-so I prayed to the Holy Father to let me think of a good way , let you leave without hesitation.Then? I guess, you must already know what the purpose of accepting the money is. I saved that money, and during the many years you left, the debt was almost paid off, and I also saved some money one after another.I know, since you were a child you dreamed of going to the art academy to learn painting--I saved up this money, although it is not much.But if you need it, it's still barely enough to cover your tuition for a few semesters. Originally, when you came back from Germany, I thought—everything in our family will gradually get better.But I didn't expect that you would be entangled with that man? I'm really disappointed to hear you tell this news yourself!My heart is broken? Yes, I know, I shouldn't have hit you then? Until now, I still remember you covering your face and looking at me with resentment on your face.I was very scared, how can my brothers who have been brothers for so many years suddenly become so strange? After that, I hated the man John Baines so much - the name made me sick!My heart is very contradictory. According to the law of the heavenly father, you should be cast aside? But you are my own brother. I always think of you when you were young, when we brothers hid in an unheated hut and hugged each other for warmth. scenario.At that time, I swore to let you live a good life.I was useless. At first I made a living by picking up beer bottles and selling newspapers. Mr. Lewis, the original postman, took pity on me. After he retired, he let me take his place.How much money can a postman make?You finally met a good opportunity, but was ruined by that man! I don't want to blame you at all, really? You must be disappointed in me after reading those vicious letters-but really, I just want to warn the guy to stay away from you.You know, we are brothers, how could I kill you?Heavenly Father will not let this happen - every time I drop these letters, I will go to the confessional to repent and express my grievances to the priest.He advised me not to do it again, but? As soon as I thought of the name John Baines, and the thought of him ruining your life, I couldn't help going on. Oh God!Please forgive me! I was quickly punished - I was caught by his men and brought to his side.I spit in his face and he smiles.He threatened me with a stack of letters, saying that if I don't pay him 200,000 euros within three months, he will report me, and he will ask the best lawyer to sue me for jail, so that I will never be able to do anything Stop meddling in your affairs. I'm scared, and I know he told you about it too, and it made you hate me more and more.I have only saved 80,000 euros over the years—it is intended for your study, how can it be delivered to that man?I really want to tell you the truth, when I called you that day, I asked you what wine to give him, you told me the name of the wine very coldly, and asked me to take notes: you know how sad I was what? I once wanted to tell you about his blackmail and asked you to intercede for me, but in the end I didn't do so—no matter how poor our Donado family is.Nor will you bow down to your enemies!You can't, but maybe I can? You know, I'm going to use this drink to beg him to lower the amount a little bit.I have already borrowed 20,000 euros from my girlfriend, and have collected 100,000 euros.I will find a suitable opportunity to intercede with him at the reception, hoping that he can return those letters to me. Forgive me, little Sears, for giving that man the money I meant to leave you.I don't want to be put in jail - then I'll never see you again!I will start saving money again, you know, those debts are all paid off, as long as we can get through this last hurdle, the future will be better day by day! As for that man, I have heard a lot of bad rumors? I know that my words will not be convincing to you, but I must warn you-that is a promiscuous sinner and a devil!I'm pretty sure he lied to you.I hope you can find out his betrayal one day earlier, separate from him as soon as possible, find a girl who really loves you, and live a truly happy life. Don't be sad after reading the letter, your room has been empty.I will lay the cleanest sheets on you, prepare a warm quilt, and wait for your return. Been thinking about your brother August letter slipped from Karl's hand.He shook his head, a line of tears trickled down the corner of his eyes, flowed all the way to his cheeks, and dripped on the photos of the two tombstones. "August's fiancée has cursed you—she wants you to go to hell!" The gentleman next to him put his hand on his shoulder, "Therefore, you must atone." Carl didn't say anything, just stared at the letter in a daze. "It's time to introduce myself, my name is Hans Muskarin, a humble detective." He put a business card in front of Karl, "I and several other Like-minded people have been working on a plan, trying to build useful social connections, and accumulate funds through legitimate means.”, He took a sip of wine, “We are all disappointed and disgusted by the incompetent government law enforcement agencies, and intend to pass our own means to deter those sinners who do evil? In fact, everyone is burdened with no small sin - if we avoid it, it will gradually control our hearts and make us miserable and insensitive?" He glanced at Carl—our black detective still didn't say a word. "Therefore, we need to face him squarely—choose to be a servant of God, and give the devil the cruelest sanction: the unity of body and spirit dedication and faith—this is the best way to atone for sin!", he used a deceptive way The voice said slowly, "Our names are 'Anti-Seven' - Purity, Self-Restraint, Vigilance, Integrity, Composure, Giving, Humility Humbleness)?? All the good virtues of human beings. And now, the position of 'gentleness' happens to be vacant: Inspector Carl Nona, are you willing to go to the opposite of Anger and join our holy ranks?" As if he didn't hear what he was saying, Karl knocked on the table with a dazed expression: "I'm still? Waiting for my sun to rise. After the sun rises? Will it be a new day?" The poor man murmured to himself. His urging worked immediately.The bartender came over and handed a glass of fresh wine. Our black detective seemed to have grasped the last ray of hope, and took the cup with trembling hands.However, when he saw the contents of the cup, he froze there, unable to move at all, as if he was in an Antarctic glacier: The orange-red color on the top layer gradually transitions to orange, and finally turns into pale yellow. Hans joked with the bartender leisurely: "Isn't my friend looking for Tequila Sunrise?" "Really? I thought he ordered a tequila sunset! Oh? I forgot the cherries!" The bartender replied nonchalantly, putting a cherry into the glass. It was a beautiful and attractive Rainier late cherry. The glass of wine that was finally finished looks exactly the same as the sunset (Author's Note: The recipe for "Tequila Sunset" and the recipe for "Tequila Sunset" mentioned in the preface It's very different-the most common preparation method used by bartenders is to pour a tequila into a Collins Glass filled with ice cubes, slowly add orange juice and stir well, and add half a blackberry brandy on top. Add a cherry at the end.)