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"You have a good sense of humor, Sheriff. I hope this sense of humor has helped you find the serial killer." Sunday said without turning his head.

"Just expressing my personal opinion. What, did I hit you where it hurts?" Gallagher said nonchalantly.

"Mr. Gallagher, my patience is limited. Negative work--"

"—it will only make me more suspicious that you are involved with the real murderer."

Gallagher just sneered for a moment, then sighed and walked towards Sunday.

"I've heard a lot of trash like scoundrel, gangster, drunkard, hooligan... but I never thought that one day I would be considered an accomplice of a murderer."

As he spoke, he walked up to Sunday.

"Hehehe, I take it back: your problem is not that you are too suspicious. You are a lunatic, understand? A lunatic."

"You - the family - broke the spine of this old dog of mine, pulled out his fangs, and now you're accusing me of murder? Assholes, only a drunk idiot like Suleda would go crazy over a stray dog ​​on the street."

[Hanabi: Dr. Mari once suggested that this chicken wing boy see a psychiatrist. Unfortunately, it seems that he didn't take it seriously.]

[Xing: Are you going to show your cards? This is the first time I've seen someone confront Sunday so directly.]

"What on earth is making you keep talking nonsense here? You should be more concerned about those foreign guests who are having a great time in the movie park than me."

Sunday shook his head. "You don't need to remind me. As soon as the envoy left the mansion, I knew what he wanted to do. My servants saw it all. His little magic trick did fool me, but it doesn't matter. I am very happy to see the current situation."

"Why do you think I let him go? And why did I clear out the stage of the movie park?"

"Because my target has always been you, Hound. The more noise he makes, the more chances I have to make you and your true master pay with blood."

[Xing: There are still experts? ]

[Xing: I thought that Sand Gold and Gallagher were already invincible, but I didn’t expect that Sunday was also a thousand-layer cake. ]

[March 7: This is too scary. Miss Black Swan is right. Everyone in Pinocchio has their own agenda.]

"If I was really the murderer, why would you be so secretive? Ha, I forgot that you also have a master who is not easy to serve - they told you not to worry about the damn murder case and concentrate on the Harmony Festival..."

"...Isn't that right, "a gentle brother?"

Sunday sneered: "...It seems that your disguise has helped you fully understand every detail of the family."

"Disguise? Which eye of yours can tell that I'm a fake person? Open your eyes and take a closer look. I have a halo."

[Firefly: Nickname +1 again]

"Indeed, everything about you is real. The brown hair, soft and curly like Benny, the orange eyes, which remind me of Sir Whittaker's sight; the strange scar, which is Woolsey's medal...."

"And the grey vest, the tie, the Order of the Hound, the kettle, the drink-mixing skills, the identity of the sheriff... they are all real-"

"One from fifty-two loyal *family members*."

[Star: All...All people's producer?]

[Qingque: My God, although I always thought that Gallagher might be an undercover agent, this true identity does scare me a little. ]

[Gui Naifen: But how on earth can this be done? Can one use someone else's identity in a dream? ]

【Walter: If you have this ability... Riddler or fictional historian?】

[March 7: Now we understand, thirteen is not the age of the created ‘Gallagher’, so... he is really only thirteen years old!]

"When they come together, countless tiny truths are woven into lies - you pick up a ray of cognition from everyone, take them as your own, and *invent* a complete Gallagher in your dreams..."

"...Am I right, mysterious minions?"

Gallagher laughed, and his laughter grew more and more cheerful.

"Hahahaha! You're brave, awesome! Okay, I underestimated you..." He walked in front of Sunday.

"I admire you," Gallagher said expressionlessly, but then changed the subject, "But so what? Does this prove that I killed your sister and the stowaway?" Gallagher asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood in front of Sunday. Because of his height, Sunday raised his head slightly and stared at Gallagher.

At this moment, Sunday's eyes were filled with anger and pain. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only in this way could he keep himself calm.

"This proves that you and the memory-meme 'Death' are birds of a feather - that's enough."

Sunday's voice trembled slightly because of excitement. "Listen, I don't care how you did it... I only care about one thing now, the answer to one question-"

His eyes widened and he roared, "You bastard, you damned stray dog, why did you kill her?!"

[Xing: He really loves his sister. ]

【Robin: Brother...】

【Sunday: I'm fine, don't worry. 】

[Fu Xuan: No wonder the Sunday family master did not take away the foundation of the gold dust after knowing the truth. They are all the same kind of people.]

[March 7: The same kind of people... What does that mean?]

【Fu Xuan: It was during the previous questioning session. He once asked a question: Do you love your family more than yourself?】

【Gold Dust: And I answered, yes.】

[Xing: I see - that's why he allowed Gold Dust to cause a scene in the Klock Movie Park and even evacuated tourists and family members.]

"Hehehe..." Gallagher let out a low laugh, gently stroking his forehead with his hand, then turned and walked slowly towards the dim corner of the room. Sunday's eyes followed him closely, full of doubt and vigilance.

When he reached the corner, Gallagher stopped and sat down facing Sunday.

He took out a lighter, lit a cigarette skillfully, and took a deep breath, letting the smoke slowly exhale from his mouth. Amid the smoke, his voice was filled with a hint of sarcasm:

"People in the know cannot see the sand in their eyes, they just know it is there."

After saying this, Gallagher put the lighter aside, turned to look at Sunday, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. "Want an answer?"

"I can give it to you"

Sunday squinted at Gallagher and did not answer immediately. He could sense that the other party seemed to have some important information, but at the same time he was also uneasy about Gallagher's sudden strange behavior.

Just as Sunday was thinking about how to respond, a black shadow suddenly flashed out from the air, as fast as a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through Sunday's body like lightning. Sunday's expression froze instantly, his body lost support, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

"It's all because of that damn thing, God's will"