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Is this the end?
*Third POV*
“If he was a painter he should have had any kind of painting equipment right? But-”
One after the other as they really did check all around the house they didn't really find any one of it. Making it seems as if he really never painted at all, but just the painting that was his handing in his wall.
"There was no painting equipment at all in there how can I miss that?" running the fingers through his hair. Making him remember what Ren just said a moment ago that nothing really matters anymore.
"Now for the update that had happened 3 months ago the remains that were found inside the house of The famous painter Watanabe Takeshi truly his as his DNA truly matches with his father”
“The son of the famo
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