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nq240700_msg0001 |
That Gustav chappie... He's guilty as they
come, whichever way you slice it. |
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| 2 |
nq240700_msg0002 |
Yeah. He was still feigning innocence,
but those dubious ether cylinders speak
volumes... |
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nq240700_msg0003 |
Furthermore, if we take into account the
new information we acquired from the
fort... I don't think we're wrong. |
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| 4 |
nq240700_msg0004 |
Speaking of juicy details, what about the
guy who saw the Castle inspector? On the
path under the fort in the dead of night? |
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| 5 |
nq240700_msg0005 |
Wait, what? This thing keeps getting
shadier and shadier! |
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| 6 |
nq240700_msg0006 |
There can't be much underground
besides the storehouse, right? |
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| 7 |
nq240700_msg0007 |
Something certainly
smells distinctly piscine. |
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nq240700_msg0008 |
Well, those are about all the clues we
have. Shall we go and snoop around
the basement storehouse? |
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