Hippie opens letter paper.

Then he opened a can of beer and said:

"Les Angton Group, if there is no formal search process, how many years will we be sentenced if we take action?"

The forensic doctor said calmly:

"We don't need to take action this time."

"The writing in this letter looks good, Dean, don't forget to organize the trial materials. You don't know how annoying the clerk on the Great Wall is."

"I still remember, half a month ago, I walked out of the Empire State Building on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

Go to Larry's bakery and buy baguettes.

That was when the street was still getting hotter from the sun.

Even in autumn.

Despite the deep shade of the trees, you can still see a dazzling sunlight through them.

It's a pity that it's dark now."

This middle-aged English man, who is a forensic scientist by profession, said calmly to himself.

The blade in his hand didn't tremble at all.

Cutting off the abyssal infection tendons at the target location with extreme precision and speed.

"Can the Night Watchman 'Rhine' be found from the personnel records?"

The hippie smiled and said:

"The only record was that it was mentioned by the Archduke of Bavaria at a meeting of the House of Lords in Westminster.

Hey, are you afraid? He is actually a pretender who got in."

Bang!

Dean nailed the scalpel to the wall.

Then.

The forensic doctor calmly concluded:

"What he did was consistent with Detroit rules.

So.
Chapter completed!