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Destin 2021-10-13 13:05:56

I am very envious of people who can tell stories, and of course I am even more envious of people who can make up stories with information that is available everywhere and make people unable to see the flaws.
Sure enough, kint's skill is extraordinary. At first, I didn't doubt him at all. I meant that I didn't think he would be a big boss, but I obviously knew that many of his words were making up stories, because the expression on the back of the police provided clues in this regard. He positioned himself as an unimportant little character in front of the police, and the stories he told have been highlighting Keaton, who might be more likely to convince the police to be a big man.
If I didn’t see the real boss at last, I would really suspect Keaton was the real devil, and Kint had deliberately fabricated something just to tease those idiot policemen, causing them trouble, and Make yourself retreat. I always thought so until the policeman's cup fell. However, the inconspicuous information clearly conveyed the mistake of this understanding. It is really not much smarter than the American policemen who are often the subject of banter, and the kind has disappeared from the world forever. The information he borrowed from the police office was probably just to leave clues to let the police know how stupid he was.
I believe that the meeting of the five people was arranged by Kint and was real. Prior to this, he must have taken a fancy to their abilities and set a trap to make them meet in a grand manner, and further promote the formation and development of the entire gang. He knows how to keep a low profile and how to take advantage of each person's weakness, or their desire. There are also many real elements in kint's story, such as how several other people were forced to take risks.
The survivor may not be that simple. Is it possible that he was also a pawn laid by Kint?

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  • McManus: We gotta bury him.

    Hockney: With what?

    McManus: With our hands.

    [McManus starts digging]

    Hockney: Oh, this is nuts! It's dry fucking sand, McManus. When he rots the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away!

    McManus: Dig, you fuck!

  • McManus: You run and we're gonna be digging a hole for you, you got that?