"Why does a person act as if he is on the state of happiness?" Salazar repeated this as he brushed his teeth in the morning and shaved his face. The blade ran over his beard. He was only 34 years old. He had little hair on his lip and cheeks. "As if he were wronged, asking if he was the one who killed them, but if he didn't... He is not happy...indeed, he is not happy if he is not the unknown!"
A voice comes out from the room. The doll on the red leather sofa says, "Correct answer." The doll raises his hand and a small flag comes out in his arms like a juggler.
"Great! Great! congratulations!"
Salazar breathed a sigh of relief until from the doll's mouth came an image that looked as if it had come out of his typing machine.
Salazar put on his gloves and checked the danger level
Pull the picture out of the doll's mouth
"She is the Countess, but her face is that she is faceless in the car, and this is a bag that covers her face. How can she be faceless and dead?"
A drop of sweat ran down Salazar's forehead, touching the picture
Grab the photo and place it on the table.
He wore a red sweater, black pants, and a work coat over it.
Leave a message on the voice answerer: "I'm at the skating rink. If you're Bradley, come over."