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Carlos nervously turned around. Is it time to check how there is a boss inside the crypt? No you can not. He ordered not to jump there until the morning. Carlos decided to better inspect the drawer, moved the lid and instead of a bomb or a dangerous animal found inside the sculpture in just a fragment. There must be a rarity, stolen from someone’s private collection. And just. Carlos wanted to close the box disappointed, but then the beam of the moon slid along the elegant marble features. Puffy sculpture lips smiled as if they mocked. Carlos leaned to touch them, and felt the hand hit the trap. Something sharp dug into his fingers. Blood went. Carlos realized that he had no strength to scream.
Which of them is the seventh
«Somewhere there is the seventh!»
Whisper hung over the asphalt.
«There are only six of them! And there was once seven! The standert-bearers of the devil!»
Sheriff almost slept behind the wheel, and the voices whispered to him some kind of biblical nonsense about the helpmates of devil.