The murderer has appeared, just waiting for Rust and Marty to find out. Fuck you man Rust expresses his joy with this foul language when Marty finds out. Rust draws a portrait of the murderer, with green ears; Marty deduces that it was paint, and finds a photo. They found the real murderer, and together they killed the real murderer, and they were also seriously injured. Later, it began to procrastinate. This perfect drama was a little sloppy when it was about to end. Rust lies in a pool of blood, the police show up after the dust settles, flares light up the night sky, and Marty yells, here, here, here, it should end here.
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