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Bai Luo stood up carefully. I? I asked myself a question: "Why was the murder gun thrown into the river?" "That's all?" "So far, this is the problem.". Any inference will be in vain until I find a satisfactory answer. That is to say, you have to find a clue. You should notice, my friend, that there is no attempt to find an answer to this question in your brief list. Les shrugged his shoulders. It's tricky! Bai Luo shook his head confusedly, picked up the wet scarf and spread it out on the table. His fingers traced the burn marks and holes in the towel. Tell me, old friend, "he said suddenly," you know more about arms than I do. Wrapping a pistol in such a piece of cloth, will it reduce a lot of noise? No, it won't. Far less than a silencer. Perrault nodded and went on to say, "a man -- obviously a man who is familiar with firearms -- would understand this.". But a woman-a woman may not know. Les looked at him curiously. Probably so. "Yes, a woman may acquire a smattering of knowledge from a detective story." Les played with the pearl-handled pistol. The little thing won't make much noise anyway. He said, "At most, it's a splash.". Nine times out of ten, it will not be heard under the cover of other sounds. "Yes, I thought about that, too." Bai Luo took the handkerchief and examined it. A man's handkerchief -- but not a high-end man's product. At most,oil dropper bottle, it's worth three pieces of dirt. "It fits the identity of Hooleywood." "Yes, I noticed that Pennington used a silk handkerchief." "To use as gloves, I think, so as not to leave fingerprints." Les added, half-jokingly, " 'The Pink Handkerchief Solve'?" "Ah, very attractive color,Uv Gel Nail Polish Bottle, isn't it?" Bai Luo put down his handkerchief and checked the traces of gunpowder on his scarf again. "The same," he murmured, "or strange." " "How is it?" Perrault said softly, "Mrs. Doyle is lying there peacefully …" A small bullet hole in the head. Do you remember how she looked when she died? Les looked at him curiously. Do you know "I feel like you're trying to say something -- and I have no idea what it is," he said. wＷw：xiaoshuotxt？ com Murder in the Nile 18 Big, student, small, say, ", net." There was a knock at the door. Come in Les answered. A waiter came in. I'm sorry, sir. He said to Perrault, "Mr. Doyle wants to see you." "All right, I'll go." Perrault got up, Amber Dropper Bottles ,16 Oz Clear Plastic Bottles With Caps, walked out of the smoking-room, and followed the ladder path from the deck to the cabin to Dr. Bessler's room. Shimon, whose cheeks were red from shyness or fever, leaned back against the pillow. He looked a little embarrassed. Mr. Perrault, I'm so glad you're here. I have something to ask you for help. "What is it?" He blushed even more. Yes It's about Jackie. I want to meet her. Do you think -- do you mind -- mind her, if you ask her to come? You know, I've been lying here thinking.. That poor child-she was never more than a child-and I have done this to her.. I He stammered. Bai Luo looked at him interestingly. You want to see Miss Jaclyn? I'll go and get her. Thank you. That's very kind of you. Perrault went at his request and found Jaclyn Dubelfer crouched in a corner of the observation hall with a book on her lap, but she did not look at it. Bai Luo said gently, "Miss, please come with me.". Mr. Doyle wants to see you. "Jaclyn sat up suddenly, her face flushed -- then turned pale.". She was obviously confused. Shimon? He wants to see me.. See me? Bai Luo found her dubious. Will you come, miss? I.. Well, of course I'll come. She followed him like a meek child, a confused child. Perrault stepped into Dr. Bessler's room. Miss Jaclyn is here. She came in behind him, shook her body, and stopped. He stood there staring at Simon's face. How are you, Jackie? Shimon looked equally embarrassed.
"It's very kind of you to come," he continued. I want to say a word to you. I mean.. She interrupted him, saying hurriedly and desperately; "Shimon.." I didn't kill Lina. You know I didn't do that.. I I did go crazy last night. Oh, can you forgive me? Shimon was now speaking more smoothly. Of course I'll forgive you. It's okay, it's totally okay! That's what I'm going to say. I think you'll be a little worried, you know.. "Worried?"? A little? Oh, Shimon! I saw you to tell you that there is nothing wrong now. Look, you were just a little nervous last night. A little nervous. That's natural. "Oh, Simon!"! I might have killed you! No, it won't. That little guy. Your leg! Maybe you'll never walk again. Look at me, Jackie. Don't worry. When we get to Ashwin, they'll take an X-ray of me immediately, take away the warhead, and everything will be back to normal. Jaclyn sobbed twice, then rushed forward and fell to her knees beside Simon's bed, covering her face and sobbing. Shimon patted and touched her head awkwardly. When his eyes met Bai Luo's, the latter sighed and went out. When he left, Bai Luo heard off and on: "How could I be so vicious?"? Oh, Shimon.. I'm really sorry. Outside, Konya Robson was leaning against the mast. She turned her head. Oh, it's you, Monsieur Perrault. It seems strange that the weather is so good today. Bai Luo looked up at the sky. You can't see the moon when the sun is shining, "he said," but when the sun is gone.. Oh, when the sun disappears.. Konya's lips parted slightly. I'm sorry, I don't understand. I mean,Blue Bottle Serum, miss, when the sun goes down, we'll see the moon. Is that the truth? 。 penghuangbottle.com