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The shadows dissipate
The bar became calmer, despite the number of deaths. However, the patrons remained vigilant, and for good reason. Ment, in his joy, got drunk again, and Heroist wanted to celebrate his good mood with a fight, but didn't get the chance – he was quickly kicked out. Only Neyre Drake felt calm and peaceful throughout the night.
For Arandor, this day became the worst in his life. First, he was interrupted from his important research with a request to wash his brushes and bring water. Muttering something about old-fashioned habits, he set off to fulfill the request. But he was not destined to return. When Arandor had already come up with an excuse to avoid being a model, at least this evening, a dark figure entered the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind him. "Unbelievable! Now I'll annoy my former colleagues from the Tobolsk Research Institute!" - Arandor sighed, searching his pocket for a tranquilizer. But the killer was faster. Arandor was found in the morning with a fractured skull and a broken sink.
As usual, creating a thick cloud of smoke, OUGHT carefully observed the patrons, making some notes. He didn't immediately notice that a gun was pointed at his head. This time, the villain acted more wisely, not firing across the entire hall, but the sound of the shot and the crash of the falling body still attracted attention. Despite the efforts of the patrons, they failed to apprehend the bandit. Hacking OUGHT's notebook and studying his notes revealed that Arandor and Neo777 seemed like rather suspicious individuals to him, while Nebo and Neyre Drake, in his opinion, could be trusted. It also turned out that the deceased had recently been interested in Cardiff.
Alive
Dead
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕