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History
The door to the tavern suddenly opened wide while emitting a shrill screech, and a moment later a corpulent gentleman rushed into the tavern shouting in unison: "O Innos, another wretch, another murder!" There was silence throughout the establishment for a few seconds. Then a dozen heavy sighs could be heard, after which, as if nothing ever happened, each individual went back to what he had been occupied with before the newcomer intruded into the inn. Actually, almost everyone, except for the two men sitting right at the counter, these individuals looked like average townsfolk frequenting this kind of place very often. The first of the two was stocky, slender and dressed in somewhat run-down civic attire, while his much younger, balding partner wore a linen, see-through white shirt. It was clear that this situation intrigued them, for a heated discussion ensued between them. They were so interested that they decided to invite the culprit of all the commotion, the aforementioned greasy-haired man, who was now visibly shattered hanging around the door of the tavern. With that, the starling took over, and in a split second nodded encouragingly toward the newcomer while saying: "Hey, friend, come and join us, because my friend and I are very curious about what happened. You must be thirsty? Bartender, a pint of beer for this gentleman, at my expense, well...squat down friend next to us!"
Well...the fat man didn't need much persuading, because he appeared at the counter in a flash, I don't know whether it was the desire to share the story that worked so well on him, or the prospect of free drink. But let's get down to business, and so our "screamer" took a seat between the starling and the bald man, immediately taking a hearty swig from the free mug of beer, then grinned with satisfaction and, having wiped his thick mustache of foam, began to speak: "Well, thank you for the invitation, the beer is excellent, excellent..how can I help you gentlemen?"
"How about what? Tell us what happened and what the murder is all about," replied the swiftly.
"Well...we have a problem here in the city, specifically a serial killer, in the last month there have already been 3 deaths...well actually with today's victim it's already...4."- replied the fat man
"And that's interesting...but what do you mean, the guards aren't doing anything? Besides, what is known something about this murderer? Why does he kill? Every murderer has some kind of motive"-the spakovich showered the peasant with a hail of questions
"Ano..guards like guards...tfu, bloody slobs, and as for the murderer, all I know is that they call him "Krupier", apparently he leaves leaves leaves with his signature by the bodies, the motherfucker has a sense of humor, today's victim(shine Innos over his soul- whispered the fat man) had his neck twisted, and on the note was written: "If the goat didn't jump it wouldn't break its neck"~Krupier. As for the motive, I don't have the foggiest idea, but people say that this nut hangs out among ordinary people and observes their behavior, well, and if someone behaves rudely towards him, I don't know, pushes him while strolling through the city, pets him with dogs, refuses to sell him beer, or the devil knows what else, then within a week a punishment falls on him, guess what kind of punishment..." - said the corpulent peasant vividly
"A clever man, no doubt about it"- replied someone, as it turned out, it was a young man, also sitting at the counter, but a bit distant from the interlocutors, through his right eye ran a nasty longitudinal scar, in fact, the lens of the eye was no different from the rest, it was white, just like the rest of the eye, he was dressed in the garb of a citizen with buttons undone to the point that they exposed his tattooed body. On the other hand, a blue headscarf was hung around his neck. Everything indicated that he had arrived at the tavern not long ago, for he was just beginning to sip beer from his mug.
"Pff! I think some retard, what the fuck kind of nickname is that anyway... "Dealer". Because what? Because he likes to shuffle?" - replied the starling, who gestured imitating masturbation (to shuffle - to masturbate, situational joke, the Krupier is in contact with the cards, which as we know are shuffled)
"Ha! Krupier, Krupier bury my ass!" - echoed the bald man thunderously retching at the same time. Only the fat man remained serious and after a moment replied:
"This is not funny, this is a serious problem, you might as well be next."
"And that's fucking good! First of all, I didn't do anything to him, and secondly, if he just tried, he would taste a severe fuck-up!" - reacted the bald man, strutting proudly like a peacock
"The cow that moos much, gives little milk"-said the young man calmly, sipping his beer
"What are you muttering there scrawny? Are you calling me a cow?" - chuckled the donkey, breaking off on his feet
"Nothing of the sort Lord, it's just such a joke"- said the "skinny guy" while smiling warmly
"Well, I fucking hope so!" - sputtered the bald man, clearly exulting in his "triumph" over the youngster
"Well, then, when the disputes are behind us, why don't we have a drink?"- suggested the starling, the proposal was met with great approval, because immediately all four, including the young man together drew from the mug as a "sign of peace". After a while, the young man, drinking the remainder of his beer from the mug, stood up on his feet, slipped a few gold coins from his bellows and said to the innkeeper: "Another round for these gentlemen"-after which he smiled at all three and left. All three nodded their heads in a gesture of thanks toward the departing gentleman, after which the satisfied bald man raised his tankard and said: "Well, he's a decent peasant after all, health to the peasants!" However, as he raised his mug, out of the corner of his eye he saw a neatly folded piece of paper, which was probably under his mug. Curious, the donkey set his mug aside, unfolded the piece of paper and read carefully. After which he squinted, and a strange grimace entered his face. "What is this? What does it say?" - asked the curious starling "Well, just what?" - echoed the fat man "I don't know, it was probably written by some retard, or not in our language. Never mind, pints up! Let's drink!"-declared the bald man, hiding the note in the pocket of his outfit and then raising his beer mug in the air.
"Eh..another one?"-the captain of the guard sighed heavily, looking at the corpse of a bald man in a white shirt
"Yes, I think another victim of the Krupier, we found a note in his pocket, but I can't read it, it's probably not in our language captain"-responded the recruit showing the note in question
"Let me see it"-replied the captain, after which he read aloud what was written on the piece of paper:
"ƚƨɘd ƨʜǫuɒl ,ƚƨɒl ƨʜǫuɒl oʜw ɘH" reipurK~
"I have, the text is a mirror image, you need to rewrite it reading from right to left, let's see..."-said the captain, after which he rewrote the text according to his directions, and read it out loud:
"He who laughs last, laughs best." ~Krupier
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