Maswines, at sunset.
Three identical boys shuttled through a street.
Behind them was a sturdy teenager.
The teenager was dressed neatly, showing his bulging muscles.
He stared at the passers-by with a fierce expression on his face.
Passers-by all evaded, not daring to turn their eyes on the cute triplets anymore.
The little boy in the middle had a lollipop in his mouth, fiddling with a tablet in his hands.
"This is indeed the place Uncle Rocco said. That's where Mommy was plotted back then."
"Ryan, have you found out anything?"
Ryan Webster nodded and chewed off the last bite of candy.
"There was indeed a fight here seven years ago, only two days later than that day."
Another little boy said, "That is to say, these locals were not lying, and what Rocco has found is true.
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