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Alberto 2022-04-20 09:01:02
I love you in a way you don't know
This killer is not too cold, just looking at his name, he feels a sense of sadness. To be a killer is to be like an indifferent wind, with nothing to fall back on, free to come and go, without roots, and never settle; or like a piece of ice that refuses to melt, cold to the bone, without...
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Kari 2022-04-19 09:01:02
This killer is not too cold
Sigh at the beauty of the little girl, and the perverted policeman. I admire the acting skills of the police actor, who can play a psychologically distorted Beethoven addict so wonderfully that people will break into a cold sweat when watching it, especially when he swallows the capsule, he...

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Emmalee 2022-03-23 09:01:03
A killer who loves to drink milk has a pot of well taken care of Luluo, cold and warm, Mattingda's family was killed, knocked on the door and asked him for help. The moment the door was opened, the light illuminated Mattingda's face and opened his life. This is Their respective rebirth and redemption "I started to want to live happily and sleep in bed with concerns", but the killer can no longer come back. The bracelet opened the bomb and detonated revenge and the killer died.
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Braeden 2021-10-20 18:58:10
Leon's money in exchange for his death was easily taken as his own. I have mixed feelings about this.
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Stansfield: [catching Mathilda in the bathroom with food bags] Special delivery huh... Let me guess... Chinese? Thai, maybe? Ahh, I've got it. Italian food
[pops a pill and pulls out a gun]
Stansfield: What's your name angel...
[Mathilda answers]
Stansfield: ... Mathilda, I want you to put the sack on the floor... good... Now, I want you to tell me everything you know about Italian food, and don't forget the name of the chef who fixed it for me.
Mathilda: Nobody sent me.I do business for myself.
Stansfield: Ahh... so this is... something... personal?... What filthy peice of... shit... did I do now?
Mathilda: You killed my brother.