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She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

“Everything is his fault! He didn’t even know the most basic surgical steps during the operation. That’s what killed the patient! I was just… He deceived me!” Anthony immediately exploded. “You’re lying! You were the one who forced me onto that operating table! You knew I didn’t have medical qualifications, yet you still made me impersonate a doctor in surgery! The patient died, but you're the real lead surgeon, so you're the real murderer!” “If you hadn’t clung to me, would I even have let you into that operating room?” Laura shouted back. Anthony refused to back down. “You think you’re so innocent? Without you, I still had connections. I could’ve gotten into the hospital anyway! You were t

Then he left. "Thief!?" She whispered. She didn't understand what was going on? She asked the girl in the room about this. "Why did they said that I'm a thief." "I don't know. But, I heard that you stole the king's very important book." The girl replied. Chenyin became confused. Stole? The king's book? What is she talking about? Finally she realized about the secret book. Where is it? She remembered that brother Jiao Long put it in a safe place. Did the king found it.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

I dared to ask and leaned back again. He let the smoke out of his lungs and gave me a quick look, as if he was wondering whether to ignore me or drive straight away because I had the impudence to speak to him before the end of work. “A killing at the city monument. A proles landed in one of the installed traps. " So nothing really dangerous.

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.