Мафия 34. WildWestSteamPunk.

Werevolka sat in a cafe with an attractive man.

Hermit woke up in the middle of the night. He listened, and a chill ran down his spine. In the silence, he clearly heard laughter:
"He! He-he-he. He-he..." Forcing himself to approach the window on shaky legs, Hermit looked out to see what was happening outside... The only thing he managed to see was a dark figure disappearing, and a moment later, Hermit noticed... saliva.

Tox was watching his favorite show on TV when suddenly the lights went out. Tox was bored for a couple of hours, and then he had a great idea: twirling a few "round things" in his hands, Tox grimaced and took out a few bills from his pocket and went somewhere...

Nebo stopped by his friend's place for a few minutes... or rather, a few hours. Nebo had to listen to a great monologue about... well, you know that attention can only be focused for a few minutes. So the information quickly faded from Nebo's mind. However... it's better for information to fade from the mind than for the brains to fade...

But poor Arandor was unlucky; it was his "gray matter" that decorated the wall of a hotel room...
- What a beauty!!! - The mayor's assistant said cynically. - I love abstract art.
- Yeah, get to the point. Did you find anything?
- Yes, a piece of a form written in handwriting that doesn't belong to the owner: "Hobbies: I love listening to music: Louis Armstrong and Avril, I love playing hockey and kicking a ball." We need to analyze it; maybe there's a handwriting sample in the criminal database. And there's a strange cross drawn in blood on the door.
Boss, here's the report on today's bloody mess in Ratny Lane. - The assistant handed over a sheet of paper.

Today, the bodies of Rimpel, Tengro, and Kitz were found in Ratny Lane.
Traces of iodo-carbonic arsenic were found on Kitz's body. It's not yet clear what it could have been used for... On the scene, next to the body, there was an inscription: "As my friend says: 'To be or not to be'."
The deceased had documents in her pocket in the name of X. Hefnerova.

Tengro was killed in a completely different way. His chest was torn open by a shot from something large-caliber (the weapon is being identified), and a shuriken was deeply embedded at the base of his neck. Interestingly, it was possible to establish that Tengro himself was a fan of such things.

Several cuts and bruises were found on Rimpel's body, but he was simply shot. But this murder is the most remarkable because the killer apparently lost an important document, which was found nearby - a patent for a weapon! And the patent bears the name of a person who is no longer alive!

- What is this toilet paper!!! Give me a proper report!!! And find the killers!!! All of them!!! - The mayor burst out.

And many letters arrived at the local newspaper:

"Everyone to Kartmaster 2011!
Hare."

"Residents of the glorious city of Cheshire! Open your eyes! Your 'faith' cannot save anyone. What can your 'god' made of nuts and bolts do? Nothing! He only brings darkness to your misguided souls. Faith, however, gives Light. So let your hearts be enlightened! And to those who live in darkness, we mercifully grant oblivion. After all, death is better than eternal darkness of false faith!"
No signature.

As I approached Arandor's house, my metal detector emitted a piercing squeal. And when the owner opened the door, all doubts were dispelled. Arandor is a mechanoid.

"I was blocked, lol, no comparisons, don't believe others. About the corpses: Vish - Mechanoid, Jack - believed in the Mechanical God.
Your analyst. And a smiley face x)"

"Today I'll visit Tox, he's been too wild lately, let him be drunk for a couple of days. A gambling swindler."

"Hostor, forgive me, my son, but I visited another lost sheep last night who needed me more. Imagine, despite his high title, he doesn't believe in our God!"

"Rimpel, Tengro, VovaVovovich. One of them is an Assassin. Gangsters, you know what to do if I made a mistake. The one who pulls a rabbit out of a hat."

Note: Forgive me, Hostor, that the note is so poor, I was very nervous when I wrote it, and I was also in a hurry, John Connor won't save himself! For the sake of the Mechanical God, forgive me! I didn't want to offend you and your heretical, unsuccessful knights. In fact, I love you. I love you so much that my mechanical heart aches when I see you. Oh! Ah! And how beautiful you are when a bucket on your head sways from side to side in the wind, oh, and what broad shoulders you have, how I would like to hide behind them from all the troubles and hardships of this terrible world, and your eyes, oh, ah! Hostor, I love you! Let's leave this city far, far away, where no one will ever find us, where we can be alone. I need to talk to you, let's meet tomorrow at noon, in the southernmost part of the city, you'll recognize me right away, I'll be holding a withered red rose in my hand. What do you think, why did it wither? Because no one loved it, don't let me wither, Hostor, love me! Asta La Vista, Xostor.
P.S.: Arandor, Hostor won't be yours, so don't fawn over him, you miserable flatterer.

Hello to you too, old friend. I'll be glad to meet you, let's talk about the good old days, let's have a drink! And I live not far from the center, it's not difficult to find my house.
Signature: Admiral

Alive: Nebo
L.Depravado
Ple-Sen
Paly (imm.)
Knyaz_OMEGA
WisTrit
Neyra Dрейк
Hermit
ToX
Ment
WhiteLizard
Xostor
VovaVovovich
Werevolka
Spear (imm.)

Dead: Tengro
RiMpel2
Dgak
WishmasteR
Arandor
Kitz Kitsunka