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The Culprit
"How on earth did you know the culprit that easy and in a short span of time?" Hera asked, her voice was full of amazement, the George she knew before wasn't like that, he was clumsy, his way of thinking was rather shallow and out of the world so how did he able to just blurt everything as if he was there when the crime happened? She glanced at George from the gap of her bucket hat to look straight to his eyes to see his face, and he rather had this smug look. They were already on their way to the other building where they would check the auditorium and also sneakily shoot surveillance cameras everywhere to see if the person who brought the painting would be there tomorrow or not. They just came out of the hotel as they waited for George to run some errands related to the murder case alon
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