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1983 alley 65438+ sunny night in February Chapter 7

The typewriter continued to push the next line closer to the truth.

The fog of heather pipe drifted to the withered tree.

Cry to me silently

On the knight's arm on the round square armor next to Baker Street.

Iris's badge is slightly brighter.

A late-night visit accompanied by the sound of a driverless carriage

The bloody opening of evil in Victoria moonlight

A vanished pistol and a blackened cane.

Melting wax figures, the illusion of symbols on jewelry boxes is who is not present.

Contradictions led to his dead lane evidence being perfectly buried.

Laughing at Scotland Yard's rising corners of the mouth.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,

Then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy.

I'll write the ending myself.

Then I will light the light in the ashes.

The morning light wiped away the last sadness.

Then raindrops will wash away the dark walls.

Black ink dyed peacefully.

(The lights go out and the red curtain falls)

Facts can only go deep into the soil without footprints.

Sudden faint floral fragrance, deliberately conspicuous clothing

Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons.

Motivation has only one name, and that is desire.

Who can really cross the swamp of human nature without being polluted?

We can forget and forgive, but we must know the truth.

The last photo of the moved iron bed was finally put together.

I heard footsteps and looked forward to soft leather heels.

He pushed open the door, and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while.

The typewriter stopped at the killer's name and I turned around.

The night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil.

Bloom gorgeous chest of death.

I tasted the last sweet truth.

Smile and remember that justice is just a quiet justice.

The violin is in The Times.

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement,

Then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy.

I'll write the ending myself.

Then I will light the light in the ashes.

The morning light wiped away the last sadness.

Then raindrops will wash away the dark walls.

Black ink dyed peacefully.

The lights went out and the red curtain fell.