Location : Old City.Location: Agni Corp. Security Base B12. armored.Time : Tuesday, 10-25.Ignoring the quiet chuckles behind him, Ernest quickly walked to his corner. I made sure that the lock on the backpack was intact, but still checked. Indeed, on top is a rag covered with Nammung slime. They didn’t have time to shove it deeper, and it’s good - the second valve didn’t let blood through, didn’t let this one through either. With a stone face and a rag in his pocket A.N. left, and already at the exit he quietly threw a rag into the hood of one of the most annoying detectives.“Gods, childhood is in the ass,” grumbled Ernest, leaving the department. "Like there's nothing to do."Landing : Black sheet.Title : Another kill by a sniperHost Approved : yesSimple room. Foam concrete, two leather armchairs. The presenter in a leather jacket, unblinking, looks at the camera.— Good evening, dear viewers. First, let's welcome our regular sponsors - Olevka, Comrade

Few parents will calmly let their daughter of the age of consent go to such a place.After the eighth story in the same way, Ernest expressed displeasure and clarified the task: it was necessary to tell something that the ordinary Allen neighbors did not really know. The first few times he received only stupid stories about unrequited love. Stupid - and all the more truthful, I had to write down the names in a notebook. And then there were rumors of varying degrees of veracity.One guy approaching working age reported that the Allens were obsessed with success, and for this they lengthened the legs of Leslie, who stopped growing early. This was consistent with the traces of the operation and the model hobby, but more weakly with the rest. A few vague rumors spoke of a "daddy", a tall man dressed in black with long white (or blond) hair. He sometimes took the girl away, and always away from the saburbia.Some recounted third-hand gossip, to general laughter, that Leslie had gotten invo

Location : Saburbia number 2.Location : Hart's Motel.Time : Tuesday, 16-10Drones recording the crime scene clicked too often, capturing the image in all possible spectra. Ernest rebuked one expert. He made me scan his skin and foreign biomaterial. He bowed and went out to smoke in the yard. There he was patiently awaited by Hans-Ove Nacht.- And what about your business? AN inquired mockingly, filling his pipe.“Small drug dealers can wait. Given what is happening, I will also be asked for my opinion on the case.- You do not believe me?“About the white cordula?” I will put it this way ... there are biomodifications that implant organic armor. Any color and any strength - if only the body could withstand and Monero were carried in your pocket.— Have you seen the "alphabet" under the window?She doesn't mean anything yet. Ernest, the results of the forensic examination will come in two and a half hours. Then we will talk about the presence or absence of a cordula.— Hans. Hans-Ove

Location : Underbelly.Location : Unknown.Time : Tuesday, 18-42Consciousness returned very slowly. Someone was rummaging through Ernest's pockets, cursing. Pulled off the coat entirely. A fleeting thought came to him about the fine pipe left in his inner pocket. Finally, swearing at the detective's weight, weak hands stuffed him into some kind of ladle covered with frozen concrete splashes."I'm not sure if that's a great idea," said a familiar voice that lacked any sympathy. And even more so - cloying and fawning, which A.N. he fed along with the female a few hours earlier. Mr Allen. Himself. Grieving father.Tim, this is a great idea. The web is flooded with rain forecasts. The corpses of this couple will be carried into the River. When the bosses miss them, they will already swim to the reservoir.Or the landings. You don't know exactly where the spillway is, do you?- Not. But the Light One knows, and he informed.Well, if it's light...“Damn sweet couple,” Ernest tried to moan.

They don't bloom on the surface. - the "dark" grumbled and discharged the laser into the floor. It was the girl, who opened her eyes and looked at the light with fascination, gasped and hid again. The crawling conspirators froze. - Knit the captives, otherwise they have already begun to crawl away. I'm more concerned not with the presence of a tree in the dungeon, but with how much it grew.— And how much? It doesn't seem big.- For such a height, twenty years, no less. And my people checked the exit a year ago. When they started to prepare for the operation.“That means they were actively watering,” A.N. muttered, jerking the prisoner muttering curses to his feet. Extremely familiar. If you put a touchingly mournful expression on this bald head...“Here’s the thing,” Anton drawled doubtfully, “they should have been watered with something like blood.— Are you kidding?- Not. But I'm not exactly sure. The mechanism of tree growth is not very clear to human biologists.“It's just that