These shoes are new like all clothes. There was no wear or wear on the suits and stockings, and there was only a slight smell of sweat on the shirts. No perfume of any kind was found, and no cigarette perfume was found. It's as if she bought these clothes before she died, maybe this is the first time she put them on, walked to the beach, sat down, and died soon.
I noticed that her nails are neatly trimmed. Her hair did not change, indicating that she might have dyed her face, but in this case it did not. Her hair is her own.
There is nothing unusual. She may have died of heart failure, but the examiner believes that her ** is normal. Of course there is the problem of poisons, but this test will take another week to reach a conclusion. Now I need an answer. I don’t have time to stand here and think about going out, because this is not a city that uses it at the very least. My commander sent the code, and the three holes in the seat that were almost spotted by the traffic Jǐng gave them as much peace of mind as possible in this situation, saying that they were present when they were spotted by the driver in Los Angeles earlier this morning. The answer is that Angus City is the furthest away from the truth. Let me know that they will find me soon after calling the terminal, and the dispatch center will tell them that there was no designated Lieutenant Detective Talber’s car that day.
Things may get very bad, because the whole San Diego Jǐngcha thinks that I am trying to kill my own driver. This sounds crazy, but after answering their questions, it’s a very strong feeling, and now it’s The last moment for me to escape from this building, I hope it is the city of San Diego itself, which will be sad and disappointing, because I cannot solve this problem before their Jǐng-chat’s net crosses it.
Soon I felt that the clothes I had worn through were not found, and the only thing provided by holding it against the lamp was a thin fabric. The same is true for petticoats and blouses. Stockings show no evidence. The shoes also gave no further clues. Put the clothes back on the tray, push it back, close the cabinet, and about to latch the door, suddenly I heard a sound from the corridor, which touched me: "Rescue Team".
Anderson talked about 584 temporary classes. There is no such team in the Los Angeles Jǐng Police Department, nor does San Diego. In addition, he did not mention the squad, but cnap, except for French and Italian, which translates to buttons in Gaelic, because Anderson speaks three languages fluently, which makes him a combat officer, In the terrible battle during the long winter when the Ardennes attacked Germany, it was even more important to assist and liaise with the local French and Italian resistance forces. When training in Scotland the year before, the British intelligence service learned the Gaelic language by cracking the security system to obtain the cryptanalysis of encrypted information content.
I still don't know what he meant by 58. Snap hadn't heard the situation correctly at the time, but what is even more strange is why there are clues to the buttons, if possible it refers to those on the girl's clothes.... .. The three buttons on her suit
The sound of approaching the door quickly opened the cabinet, and the tray pulled up the skirt. It was found that the button suddenly pulled. The skirt fell on the tray and was pushed back into the cabinet, closed and locked the small door, just when the outer door was opened.
"The last one." They promised me. "The bald man lit a cigarette and muttered to himself, watching the smoke drifting around my smooth and shiny head. The only little oxygen in the room was very good. It was quickly consumed by the two of us, but it was mainly because of his smelly American tobacco, which was soon considered low-quality and unsuitable for his inhalation.
They often hide themselves. They believe in their qualifications in this new field, especially now that the war has not ended for six months. Their purpose is to achieve their goals, as if the whole incident has become a credit bank with hoarding. The collective rights of the world.
After enlisting in the army in 1940, the battle line was clearly formed. They are nothing now. The fading may depend on one's point of view, and even comparison is a reason for loss. Europe divides up in such a way, "the habit of the times", at the same time, the traditional rolling through flattening everything, the correct order of manicure.
In the end, most agents simply exchange their transactions for their non-existence. Their usefulness will soon become FǔBài, because they are feeding another animal, not the kind of people who want to forget what we have done, because they always know that this is the real perversion.
Some people know and accept this change with considerable art. They surpassed their intentions, because there is a gap in the world, they are almost perfectly prepared, and those who run away become targets themselves; "not with us-but against us" is their countersignature .
Knowing that if I took away the folder, this mission took me to an edge of trying to escape. This edge was destroyed, and its own infectious toxins corroded everything. It's as if you are running to a high ground, where there is no high ground, but people desperately believe from the beginning that there is such a legend that your only real salvation is to understand anything before your life falls into war. It is just an illusion. , The act of war itself, so many people came back from there to find a completely disturbing reality.
Pick up the folder that lets the pills slide from the cover to the table, and open the first page. I was fed up and closed my eyes quickly because I could no longer face this man unless I rolled the folder into a tube and stuffed it into his frog-like throat. He sat there, like the demon that people saw for the first time after the Nazis passed through a small village on the border between Ukraine and Russia.
At that time, the villagers were allowed to pray for the priest, but the Germans quickly got bored. They used a branch as a growth spear and slowly inserted it into the priest’s body, just as depicted in "The Savior of the Village on the Cross" Like that. The soldiers later forced all the women in front of the altar and forced their families to watch. After that, shoot them and only allow very old people to survive so they can tell what happened and write the messages they left on the walls of the church; this is just the beginning.
Before leaving, the soldiers set fire to the entire village, leaving only a small church. When I arrived the next day, I only saw smoke from the smoldering rubble and the charred remains of the villagers. After an hour’s search, my Ukrainian guide found two old women hiding in the forest. They told us what happened. It was between me and two resistance soldiers and a Ukrainian sergeant as mine. After the official guard entered the church, if it is necessary to explain why I did it, this is just a reconnaissance situation as a preliminary reconnaissance.
There is also war. There is another type of war. This is the latter that the Germans used until the last day of the battle. It was not until three months later that they returned to London and talked with the officers. They learned the details of the Pacific battle and how the US Marines endured for months, fighting an enemy who had never surrendered, just like the Sardin itself. Cruel and ruthless. The officers who said this firmly believed that the gates of hell had indeed been opened, and the gates were open on the two fronts of Europe and the Pacific. Generally speaking, in addition to entering that chapel, the reasons that drove those people to act in this way are beyond common understanding. Humanity has been lost and may never find a way back.
I visited 17 other villages, and such things happened in Ukraine alone-no doubt, and reported such things-what happened here covers all the lands that the Germans have touched, now look This bald man clearly understood that there are many forms of hateful things.
When the bald man spoke, he turned to open the door.
What forgot...
He didn't turn around or even answered. He opened the door and walked out, knowing that he was referring to DonaX who was still on the table. Walking through the hall, he could be heard standing up from his chair, the wood groaning under his weight, and after walking a few steps, he heard the sound of the door closing. He knew that he had not followed some ironic comments. His kind found Appropriate strikes are their only line of defense.
In the silent corridor, I thought about the task at hand, thinking about what a successful result would bring. Looking up at my escape, the person who took me out of here passed a place that seemed to be only an arm's distance away, imagining that if I could stretch out my hand...
"Yes," the sudden sound from behind and to the right startled me, and my head shook all the way to my knees. I fully believe that I am the only one desperately trying to board that plane, and now I am more sure of seeing any movement in the corridor from the corner of my eye.
Before I knew it, the voice in my head quickly turned around, wondering what I was looking at, because a man standing there was wearing a white suit and vest, and the short hair on his head was almost the same face. , The top is flat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a black crutch is supported on the glasses. The end of the crutch is silver. Holding one hand, he can only see his two big hands tightly placing the glasses on him. The tall figure front. But in all this process, the most striking thing is that the man’s sharp blue eyes-met at that moment-felt the weakest burning sensation, which made them startled with water. The attraction, which almost never disappears from their addictive gaze.
I’m standing less than six feet to my right. The doubt on my face is obviously invisible. I don’t know how he appeared or where he appeared from because the only door in the corridor was The bald man's, but he is standing here.
Then he spoke. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)