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Snook noticed that the door to the master bedroom was closed. Assuming that there were people inside getting high, he tried to enter, but it was locked. It was dark in the house, but he noticed a black smear, about a foot long, beneath the door. It looked like an oil-based paint that someone had tried unsuccessfully to wipe away.
I have read that the Roman Empire and many that came after it eventually fell apart because they overextended themselves militarily. The British saw this reality and gracefully returned its empire to its original owners. Will America continue on its present course of Permananet War, murder-by-drone or Special Ops corps, imprisonment without charge but with torture or will it learn from history? Bernice - MN
Although ACLU's efforts are true and noble, and at the top of the heap when it comes to fighting for our rights and freedoms. I truly believe that there is only one way to rid ourselves of an invasion by corporations, their lobbyists and the typical meat-puppet politicians which sell out to the corporations long before they enter office. (excluding a small hand-full) This type of systemic fraud and misleading of the American people while stealing from us daily and murdering in our name and with our tax dollars for plain greed and corporate profit, and nothing more elegant than that, IS in fact, the very core and cancer of a great nation and "democracy". This act which is now allowed by our supreme court gives the greedy corporations the right to buy our "leaders". This is nothing short of treason - as described by our constitution - and we must rise and hold all accountable for such acts, and for the mass murder of millions of world citizens, including our own who continue to be misled into senseless wars for the advancement of big business. This change must include a free press, of which there is none of because mainstream media is also owned by the corporations. Evil lurks in darkness so, we must be sure that a free press will be there always, to serve as our beacon of light. Without it, there can be no democracy, but only the illusion of one. Thank you Felix - TX
CSI Space Odyssey is a murder mystery team building activity based on a space station. High definition graphics and escape room style problem solving ensure all team members are engaged from start to finish. Taking turns to share their VR headset, teams pit their collective wits to unravel how, why and when an intergalactic murder occurred. Their detective quest takes them deep into outer space and scouring through levels of an abandoned Star Ship, diligently searching for clues along the way. Interactive features and digital sound effects add to the intrigue as teams venture into unchartered sectors, piecing together a trail of evidence to eventually solve the crime.
I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed up in this extraordinary case, which was the one topic of conversation through the length and breadth of England. For a whole day my companion had rambled about the room with his chin upon his chest and his brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongest black tobacco, and absolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks. Fresh editions of every paper had been sent up by our news agent, only to be glanced over and tossed down into a corner. Yet, silent as he was, I knew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding. There was but one problem before the public which could challenge his powers of analysis, and that was the singular disappearance of the favourite for the Wessex Cup, and the tragic murder of its trainer. When, therefore, he suddenly announced his intention of setting out for the scene of the drama it was only what I had both expected and hoped for.
It was all still and quiet upon the ground floor. In the kitchen a kettle was singing on the fire, and a large black cat lay coiled up in the basket; but there was no sign of the woman whom I had seen before. I ran into the other room, but it was equally deserted. Then I rushed up the stairs, only to find two other rooms empty and deserted at the top. There was no one at all in the whole house. The furniture and pictures were of the most common and vulgar description, save in the one chamber at the window of which I had seen the strange face. That was comfortable and elegant, and all my suspicions rose into a fierce bitter flame when I saw that on the mantelpiece stood a copy of a full-length photograph of my wife, which had been taken at my request only three months ago.
Never have I felt such a cold chill of disappointment, Watson. For a moment it seemed to me that there must be some radical mistake in my calculations. The setting sun shone full upon the passage floor, and I could see that the old, foot-worn grey stones with which it was paved were firmly cemented together, and had certainly not been moved for many a long year. Brunton had not been at work here. I tapped upon the floor, but it sounded the same all over, and there was no sign of any crack or crevice. But, fortunately, Musgrave, who had begun to appreciate the meaning of my proceedings, and who was now as excited as myself, took out his manuscript to check my calculation.
Such were the singular circumstances in connection with the Resident Patient and the Brook Street Doctor. From that night nothing has been seen of the three murderers by the police, and it is surmised at Scotland Yard that they were among the passengers of the ill-fated steamer Norah Creina, which was lost some years ago with all hands upon the Portuguese coast, some leagues to the north of Oporto. The proceedings against the page broke down for want of evidence, and the Brook Street Mystery, as it was called, has never until now been fully dealt with in any public print.
Well, he has rather more viciousness than I gave him credit for, has Master Joseph. He flew at me with his knife, and I had to grasp him twice, and got a cut over the knuckles, before I had the upper hand of him. He looked murder out of the only eye he could see with when we had finished, but he listened to reason and gave up the papers. Having got them I let my man go, but I wired full particulars to Forbes this morning. If he is quick enough to catch his bird, well and good. But if, as I shrewdly suspect, he finds the nest empty before he gets there, why, all the better for the government. I fancy that Lord Holdhurst for one, and Mr. Percy Phelps for another, would very much rather that the affair never got as far as a police-court.
Investigate iPear Showroom.Gloria Hayes: Wow, , there really was a murder!Amir: Oh, my God! That's Paul Gigs! The visionary founder of iPear has been murdered!Amir: This is terrible! It's the end of iPear as we know it!Gloria: What an image! Paul Gigs murdered in his flagship iPear store... and clutching a bitten pear!Gloria: The victim's bulging eyes and bloody mouth suggest he was poisoned... And very likely with the pear itself!Amir: Wow, I need some time to take this in. And I'd better go tell Jasper. He'll be crushed!(Amir leaves.)Gloria: Okay, what clues have you found? This looks like a badge belonging to Gigs' bodyguard...Gloria: Some bodyguard! Their change is murdered, and they're nowhere to be found! Let's decipher the name on this badge!Gloria: And you're right, it looks like this cardboard broke when the victim fell on it. Piecing it back together could tell us something about the murder!Gloria: , we'd better work fast to solve this case before this news hits the rumor mill!
Later, at the station...Gloria: , I had heard that The Greens used to be the industrial district. But now it's full of startup companies and trendy restaurants!Gloria: It seems iPear is the most prominent of the companies here. And now Paul Gigs, their CEO, has been murdered!Gloria: And he was poisoned with a pear! If that's not a pointed message, I've never seen one!Gloria: According to Gigs' bodyguard, the pear was left for Gigs in the store. Of course, we only have his word for it, and he's also a suspect in the case.Gloria: The bodyguard and the victim's son both stated Gigs had a fair share of naysayers... but then, men in positions of power will inevitably gain enemies.Gloria: And we have people like Eugene Goffman, a sociologist who seems disturbingly eager to study the effects of Gigs' death on The Greens' community!Ramirez: , I know you're busy, but I thought you might want to know...Ramirez: Someone is yelling about your victim on the Greenline near the iPear store!
Ask Eugene Goffman about his diatribes against the victim.Gloria: Mr Goffman, we found your notepad containing notes on Paul Gigs. It seems you had issues with him beyond your seating arrangement.Eugene (sweating): Ah, well, I admit I was deliberately... concise when we first spoke about it.Eugene: But here in The Greens, I'm a dissident! Everyone else is a Gigs-worshipping technocrat! All of them are brainwashed!Eugene: I go for a jog, and what happens? A traffic jam of pedestrians, because everyone's looking at their phones, apathetic toward reality!Eugene: They claim technology brings us together, but when two people sitting next to each other have phones in their hands, they couldn't be further apart!Gloria: But how can you blame Gigs personally for that? This is just the course technology has taken.Eugene: Gigs knew exactly what he was doing. His empire proves it!Eugene: I'm reminded of the novel User 404, in which an entire population of brains are kept alive in jars. All of them talking, none of them listening.Eugene: THAT is what's in store for us if we let people like Paul Gigs dictate our future!Eugene: Not me, though. I eat chia seeds three meals a day! Chock full of omega-3 fatty acids! My mind is STRONG! I will RESIST!Gloria: Well, your resistance to Gigs and the technologies he represented better not have led you to murder! 2ff7e9595c
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