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Layla added finally tossing the last file in front of us. I carefully examined all the files and slowly took the first one. The file which was containing the past accident of Layla's parent's case. I opened the file and discovered the pieces of news which were torn out from the newspaper. All the news had heading about detective's sudden accident, the tragic death of the detective working on main cases, the story of the accident and stuff like that.

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