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settlement. Besides, it was known that you had to work as a doctor, not dead, only a patient, strong and again, but the gehört to the everyday doctor and had not sent me. If I had given up everything that was waiting for me at the evening, then I would certainly not only replace the protein distribution of the soil glands, although that was likely to be 60 percent of the success. In case of a sanatorium, I have often missed anything but have nothing been expected. The third kilometer out of the Barnhof Altartha was too short. It said, bade I'd like to pick up the at my shoulder. I wouldn't put my
The suitcase was too heavy. I sat in the back and opened a break. At the end of the journey I found a high-speed door, a wing that was opened. The yellow-legged girl disappeared behind the ice-colding with spares and from my eyes. After a while I was the last stage of the Berk tour in the Berk tour. The suitcase was opened as a bar. I took her through the door, over a wide front, until the massive entrance of the house. A three-way long-standing building of a abandoned building. I put the door on, I knocked the door of the door and the infusion, I covered a thick chair in the hall, and left it there. Slowly I started to cool down.
I had to look for someone to look for me and have to go to the future. But I was too weak. I would take a cigarette and wait. Should you come and take me away? The chair, as the second floor of the cigarette, was covered with the drugs under the infusion. The light feet were covered with a door on the left side. The door was opened. A Swiss came out, white and dark. She said, and her head and neck were in the dark. She wanted to lay in the dark. But she didn't need it. I thought it was a Swiss restaurant. But I brought this suitcase from the bar to this chair. It was 3.5 km. My glass is still on the floor. I needed a cigarette. Are you a doctor? Yes, I am. Oh, that's the excuse, doctor. I'm a Swiss doctor.
We've been waiting for you for the last few days. Why? I don't understand. I mean, I had to wear a suitcase. Not too much. But we didn't know when to come. You can show me someone who is responsible for my future. I'm a beer, a bar and a bed. I'm going to die first. The herb doctor probably has a bad day. Maybe it's the best I can bring in Casino. I can try to find a doctor. That's the best. I'll go out. The Casino is the first piece. I take my suitcase again. We lose the hall, the first pieces of the hall are stuck. Many doors are passing through a gang with them. I just wanted to ask you to stay in the room. Please stay here. You open the door with a light window. I'm going in and I'm going to read Casino.
A big middle-tisch, a small table on the walls. All chairs in the same form. Radio, TV, a glass of champagne. A glass of champagne. A glass of champagne. A light smell of the glass of champagne. Vanille pudding with him. I have to leave it alone now. I'm going to die. But I'll come again and tell you. I trust you. Casino is the smell of the smoke. You're very good to me, sister Inge. A bad thing for the head. See you soon. You're in. I'm going to the open window. And I'm going to a flat roof against the mountain. Maybe not the legal hall. Then under the sky, the trees, the bushes and flowers. A few paths that have lost themselves in the forest. A lot of healthy air and nature. Exactly the right thing for my large-scale organism. On the mountain, over the wifes of the books and tannels.
The thin crown of a storm. Like a raupriter nest. From heavy quads, dark and dry. I was killed in my meditation. The door was completely opened. In their frame a river was about 30. White mantle, open, without a slip. Small than a round shell, without a face. Sammelblond. Hello, there is the bolt. Will you jump or jump? Welcome to our Don Rösschenschluss. Welcome to our good day, my dear friend. Pinkos, I mean, a bird for tuberculosis. And a tractor for the afternoon, over the tree. In the Empanx committee for Dr. Bol. I'm happy, we're saving our health. You look so dusty. I have a head of the barn. At claw boy. I had made the trouble with the Hunt. With the present shelter, the strength of the sitten check
for that shaker. You want your silenced, Gold Army etiquette. By the moment you mitus a forced pembais of those who just hid in one home, you hear the sand crystal shadows, and your éléments fall out of storage to the coldark. It's worth to take a picture, no one bucks for the food. Which is lacking except for PET... Where have I even got her from? Apart from all that, one whose Basically you areasta Maybe she is an asshole. commoduns him to head? I knew she is the only man you've lost. Unknown, if that's true life isn't probest That's what boys selling forgot. About 200 And for a few hours time had gone even to Palms • perceived his downer storm Chenfort We don't think about forbidden things tidy for sale. We quote late to the aber, to quickly end the house. ological glory Huge innitus who came all this way
was the fact that he was fine to Us to claim that a animal had himself lost his s submitt half of their friendship with his natural safety until they had to be well cleansed. However, he had no skin without teeth that sh 있는 he gave slight advice and he was not allowed to go into the building, because he was also ready, he did not lose it. But he was quite a little, he had a small, funny eye and a handsome, tall, tall, tall hair. He had to be me, nicked, and then he would strike me with his hands. I know everything. She was a big boy from the big city. She had to wear a suitcase, and he had a tall, tall, tall, tall, tall hair. A little, a little, and still I am happy about your arrival. Finally we can go to the garden, play the game. I want to go to the garden.
Not only good, but I am a good player. Nice, accepted, Binkos, I want to go too. So go to the garden, I'll go. The next four hours went by with her cellar and beer drinks. I was not allowed to feel anything. We were in a happy round, and I had not been lucky if the Oba Arts had pulled out the card card from the bag of his white mantel. Instead he was suddenly on it. We celebrate our day today, my dear. I have a few hands, Griffithsettun and Nachson and the gang. It tastes better than beer. Binkos, you are the good and we are our new friend. The way to Oba Arts, personal, and so on. And then we can show you his team. Who will do that? He is not here either.
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You don't know if you know. I don't know if you know. From the age of 7, she is out. But she drinks beer. Always. Only on the royal card game, you could find a taste. For the sake of the Obergs. Here is your stamp. As long as a Wagner opera. I am more of a Benny Goodman. You don't have to take it over. Now we have an offer to Oberschwester. She is still older and doesn't drink beer. Here she hears everything, knows everything. We call her the sister of the Spionata. But she says she loves Oberschwester. To you. The Oberschwester treasures it to be a Doc. For cleaning it. Her eyes can't even breath! Her teeth and throat are already dressed as herself, the weather changed so much. The Emperor's spirit spoke recognizontely from this point on.
She was about 50 years old. And she had to pay me as a servant. I was lucky. She took a long wooden box, and found a card card with dry questions. She drew her chair to the writing machine and expanded the card. Her questions were quick and quick to describe the defeat. It was like on the police station at night, on St. Pauli. She was not convinced. From day to day, she was told about the full appropriation until her family was born. Then she ordered the card to be in the box and agreed. Please follow me. I am sure that my head is in the dryness of wisdom. This is the last time for today. We are standing on a rock top. The shepherds were writing about us and were very scared. The shepherds were so fast that they were again in the sand.
Then they were standing, they were coming around and standing on the door. Here is your apartment. She said apartment. But that always fills me. Something is struggling. But practically. Wett, Shrank, Sessel, writing no sound plants. Two big windows, radio-apparate, was spectacular. Big enough to take care of the face and face the same time. Bath and toilet are on the floor. And beds and bathrooms are not needed. Just give her a little bit of your food. Not the doctor pink, who has to send me a hand-shredding invitation. New breakfast, mid-August, 30am, evening, 19 o'clock. She was waiting for the door. My mother had called me to take care of her and took care of her. Oh, and a little bit of doctor. Under our personal, ugly young shepherds and shepherds. The women are not seen and are unwell. If they think differently than work. And if they are moved to their hopes, they can never be fulfilled.
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There's no way to break in. No, I don't think so. She's Dr. Bolt, not me. But where do you know? It's easy. I heard that she came down and then she went to the tower. And when she thought she was an interesting man, she was always together. I'm the Röntgen assistant at this Etaplis Mosten. She's my new boss. And she's here to pick up the front. To get to the Röntgen station. She left after me, although she never left. She's saying so. Well, now she's here and a friend in my eyes. Thank you for the flowers. Just something seems to me very considerate. As my ex-husband, I don't think I can do anything without her. That would be a surprise. It would be a taste of taste. I'm not sure. But maybe she's so kind to me with her name. I mean, I don't want it to be as beautiful as I am.
Petra Radis. Say the same thing, Radisian. Petra is my lover. Besides the part I'm here to say. I have a name with the name Bolt, too, Ergard. Trunk, yes. Yes, yes. And so on. How long are you here? Eight months. How much do you do? It goes. The upper part is a human. I already did it with him. With him and Dr. Pinkos. Pinkos. What's going on? That's strange. I'm not from him, but... This week at Vanz and Albertsons. USDA Choice Tri-Tip Rost untrimmed are 599 per pound. Limit 4 Rosts with membership were applicable. And medium-ripe Hassovicados are 99 cents each. With membership were applicable. Plus Kellogg's Serials 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or Pepperidge Farm Goldfish, 5.98 ounces are 1.99 each when you buy three. Limit 3 offers with membership were applicable.
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Eigentlich sollte sich automatisch einschalten, wenn der Druck nachlässt. Und dann? Und dann geht eben jemand her und schaltet ein, per Hand. Sehr praktisch. Aber das braucht nicht unsere Sorge zu sein. Was halten Sie davon, wenn ich Ihnen jetzt doch noch die Röntgenabteilung zeige? Von Ihnen lasse ich mir alles zeigen. Fangen wir erst einmal mit dem Arbeitsplatz an. Einverstanden. Ah, sagen Sie. Ja? Noch etwas ganz anderes. Das Ärzte-Team. Außer Bierchen und Pinkus. Nur noch die frei, Frau Lendukte. Eltertraut von Schlag. Die kennen Sie auch schon? Nein, nein, nein. Pinkus erzählt von ihr. Er sagte, sie wäre nicht mein Typ. Sie ist nett, ein bisschen ältlich, altmodisch, trägt Haarnaden. Aber nett. Gut. Und jetzt zeigen Sie mir meine künftige Wirkungstätte. Ich geleite Sie total, Petrine. Petrine hat noch niemand zu mir gesagt.
Pündlich um 19 Uhr war ich im Casino und wartete Weisungsgemäß auf das Abendbrot. Ich war der erste. Aber ich kann nicht mehr dazu zu überlegen, ob ich mir noch vor dem Essen einen Bier aus dem Kühlschrank holen sollte oder nicht meine ärztlichen Kollegen erschienen, brav nacheinander. Das Adelgefall ein Edeltraut mit den Haarnadeln, der Oberarzt und Pinkus. Na, schon ein bisschen rumgeguckt. Ich habe den Torn bestiegen. Sogar in weiblicher Begleitung. Gut beobachteter, Kollege. Nicht ich. Unsere frei, Frau, hat sie ja runterkommen sehen. Aber darf ich erst einmal bekannt machen. Nicht mehr nötig, glaube ich. Ich weiß, dass sie Dr. Wollt sind. Und sie haben die respektlosen Bemerkungen der Herren über mich sicher auch schon alle gehört. Oder? Ich kann nicht leuten, im Deiz. Also, Nummer langsam. Respektlos. Wir haben sie ihm in freundlichsten Farben geschildert. Stimmsbinkus. Setz verständliche Oberarzt. Schon gut, meine Herren. Bitte, du setzten wir uns doch. Ich habe Hunger.
Na, denn. Guten Appetit. Wir haben sie denn die Oberschwester überstanden, Bollt. Sie hat befallen, dass ich die Finger von den jüngeren weiblichen Hilfskäften lassen soll. Ja, die für die Normandius befehlen. Und was machte als erstes? Er setzt sich über die Befehle der Oberschwester hinweg und besteigt den Ton mit einer weiblichen Hilfskrank. Und ist das von nur eine Arbeitsbesprechung. Überblick über das Gelände. Information zur Arbeitszeitordnung. Überstunden, bezahlung und so weiter. Überstunden. Und auch noch für den. Wo bleibt denn da das ärzliche Etoz? Damit ist hier nicht zu verdienen, mein Läster. Vom Etoz mal ganz abgesehen. Routine. Noch und noch. Alles Kontrollen. Und die Neuzugänge bringen sowieso einen hauventvorheben haben mit. Kann er ersten fälle? Auch nein, eigentlich noch einer. Neuzugang vom Vorgäster. Alte spezifische Minigitis. Gefällt mir nicht so sehr. Aber viel kann man noch nicht sagen. Es sieht heute schon besser aus hier, Obertsd.
Weniger Zellen im Punkt hat. Ihr Glück, Pinkus. Der Herr Patient ist rechts an Wald. Wenn da was schief geht. Keine Sorger für Etof, Frau Kollegin. Den kriegen wir schon durch. Ihr gott, das ist ein Pinkus. Eine weile Schwiegen alle. Jeder schien mit sich selber und seinem Abendbrot beschäftigt. Pinkus Optimismus war berechtigt. Tuberkulöse Hirnhauten Zündung. Das war früher ein Todesortal. Heute konnte man dagegen an. Mit Streptomyzin. Inektionen in die Rückenmangflüssigkeit täglich. Nicht angenehm, aber wenn man rechtzeitig... Wir erschraken alle vier. Die Türkrachter auf. In ihrem Rahmen stand die Oberschwester. Ihre Brillengläser funkelten. Sie sah uns an. Stumm. Nur ihr altem ging schwer. Der Oberarzt fasse sich als erster. Na, Oberschwester, was ist. Wollen Sie mit essen? Danke, Oberarzt. Ich muss etwas melden. Ich weiß nicht, ob Sie das sehr freut. Ich sage Sie nachher, also raus mit der Sprache.
Aus dem Giftschrank fehlen zehn Ampoule-Morfjum. Fehlen... Ten Ampoule. Also eine Schachte. Eine Schachte. Seit wann? Heute Nachmittag. Vormittags war sie noch da. Ich kontrolliere jeden Morgen. Ganz genau, Oberschwester. Ganz genau, Herr Doktor Pinkus. Jeden Morgen. Wir hatten 16 Schachteln. 15 sind noch da. Bitte, meine Haße. Bitte, bitte, keine Panik. Sieben wir erst noch einmal genau nach. Hat einer von Ihnen Morfjum geworfen. Ich nicht. Ich bleibe bei Bier. Nein. Wollt natürlich auch nicht. Bleibt nur ein Patient. Der Giftschrank ist stets verschlossen. Ein Schlüssel haben nur Sie, Herr Oberarzt, Frau Doktor. Herr Doktor Pinkus und ich. Herr Doktor Bollt hat noch keinen. Ich werde wohl auch keinen brauchen. Da muss einer von uns Viren übermittag zum Morfinisten geworden sein. Oder Sie selber. Oberschwester Anna. Ich muss doch sehr bitten. Herr Doktor, ich bin gut. Ich bin gut. Oberschwester. Es war nicht so gemeint. Ja, es ist nicht dumme Sache.
Aber wir können wohl nichts machen als die Augen aufspernen. Möglicherweise müssen wir ein neues Schloss für den Giftschrank kaufen. Möglicherweise ist das gar nicht nötig, Herr Oberarzt. Nicht nötig? Nein. Vielleicht kann ich mir schneller Gewissheit verschaffen als... Als als? Jedenfalls sehr schnell. Ja. Haben Sie denn einen Verdacht? Eine Vermutung. Also gut. Verschaffen Sie sich Gewissheit und bis dahin. Lassen Sie den Giftschrank nicht aus den Augen. Bestimmt nicht, Herr Oberarzt. Und wenn Sie sich Ihre Vermutung bestätigt, sagen Sie mir unverzüglich Bescheid. Selbstverständlicher Oberarzt. Darf ich jetzt gehen? Ja, gehen Sie. Und haben Sie Dank für Ihre Aufmerksamkeit. Ich du nur meine Flicht. Guten Nacht. Guten Nacht, Oberschwester. Rammatische Abgang. Sieht ja fast so aus, als glaubte Sie einer von uns hätte das Zoll zu sich genommen. Ach, unsehen. Sie ist sauer, weil jemand was durchgegangen ist. Bestimmt hat einer von unseren Schutzbewohnern das Zeug genommen.
Ihr glaubt ja nicht, was ich in dieser Beziehung schon alles mitgemacht habe. Hoffentlich wird's nicht so lieben, gewohneheit. Keine Sorge. Anna wird in den Giftschrank reinkriechen und drinnen warten bis einer wieder seinen Rüssel reinsteckt. Kommissar, Anna, Megre. Sie wird den Täter schon fassen. Vielleicht ist das Zeug auch los irgendwo vergrahmt. Ich bin was sicher, dass es so ist. Am nächsten Morgen machte ich die Hauptvisite mit und wanderte braf hinter dem Oberarzt und den beiden anderen durch die Station. Schüttelte viele Schwesternhändchen, sah alle Patienten und musste zahlose Röntgenbilder betrachten. Am Schluss kamen wir zu dem Mann mit der Hirnhautenzündung. Er lag allein in einem ruhigen Zimmer. Rechtsanwalt, Dr. Walter Berngius, 53. Schweigsam und Blass. Es ging ihm einiger Maßen, aber ich hatte das Gefühl, dass er noch nicht über den Berg war.
Und erschien es zu wissen. Bierstein sprach mit ihm ruhig und zuversichtlich, während dessen Studierte die Stacks eine Krankengeschichte, als wollte sie sie auswendig lernen. Ich sah mir die Röntgenbilder an. Es hatte vor vier Monaten eine frische Streuung gegeben und da war die Hirnhaut mit angegangen. Als wir draußen waren, schüttelte Bierstein den Kopf. Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja. Dundweller uns jetzt ein Abo-Stir. Machen sie genauso weiter, bis sie angefangen haben, Pinkus und wenn ihnen etwas auffällt, geben sie erlauben. Ich passe schon auf. Wir trenden uns und ich ging zu Peter in die Röntgenabteilung. Sie hielt mit die Schutzbrille hin und mussterte mich kritisch. Sie haben wohl noch nicht ausgeschlagen, Herr Dr.. Sind Sie niemals müde? Doch Herr Dr. in der Nacht. Immer. Immer nicht. Was halten Sie von einer Tonbestaltung heute Abend? Nichts, ich muss posterledigen. Brief schulden. Dann will ich die oberschwester fragen, ob Sie mit mir...
...futte Idee. Aber vorher möchte ich Sie bitten auf die 6 Kontrolldurchleuchtungen. Aufnahme habe ich schon gemacht. Ich setzte die Brille auf und sah sie nun blau violett um mich herumschweben. Das Mädchen hatte Bewegungen, die einen tatsächlich im Untermachten. Aber ich musste mich der Arbeit zuwenden. Als ich mit den 6 Buskorben fertig war und die Befunde diktiert hatte, war es Zeit zur Metagessen. Es gab Eier, Spinnart und Kartoffeln. Die Stimmung war gedrückter als gestern Abend. Na, Norfjum gefunden? Nee. Ich habe selber noch mal alles durchsucht. Eine Schachtel ist weg. Vielleicht waren es keine 16 Schachtel, aber laut Klappe bestand minus Verbrauch. Müsste es noch viel gewesen sein. Und Anna verandet immer noch? Sie hat sogar einen Verdacht, aber sie will nicht damit herausrücken. Sie will den Täter eigenhändig überführen. Ich schon sagte, Kommissar Anna Megray, sie kann es nicht lassen.
Ich fühle förmlich schon ihre Hand am Kragen. Ich denke, sie warten es nicht herkollige. Ich will ja nicht das erste Opfer eines Justizmordes. Der Nachmittag ging hin ohne besondere Vorkommisse. Meine Versuche Petra doch noch für eine abendliche Trombesteigung zu gewinnen, scheiterten. This week at Vons & Albertzins, USDA Choice Tri-Tip Rost untrimmed our 599 per pound. Limit 4 Rosts with membership were applicable. And medium-ripe Hassovacados are 99 cents each, with membership were applicable. Plus Kellogg Syriels 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or Pepperidge Farm Goldfish, 5.98 ounces, are 190.9 each when you buy 3. Limit 3 offers with membership were applicable. Visit Vons or Albertzins.com for more deals and ways to save.
So wandered I to the evening of the event, this time Krierfeld I, the mountain, arrived in the direction of the other side. The Tromb stood black in the darkness. I heard the pump running, mucke msonken in the ferner quarktenfrasche. Stufe mstufe namig die Wendeltreppe und Atmetetief durch, als ich den Zinnenkranz erreicht hatte. Im Haus unten waren schon viele Fenster erleuchtet. Stimmen tönten schwacher auf. Es war die übliche Geschäfte nach dem Abendbrot, wenn der Schlaf noch nicht kommen wollte. Zwischen den Bäumen unter mir, bewegete sich etwas. Eine helle Gestalt trat auf den freien Platz. Petra? Herauf, Edle Dame! Hier ist ein sicherer Hortz. Ich komme, Herr Ehrlter, und stelle mich unter ihren Schutz. Es war nicht, Petra. Es war die Stag.
Ich hatte Zeit, mich zusammen, bis sie oben war. Was ich? Unser neuer Trombliebhaber. Und diesmal ohne Dame? Ich wusste, sie würden kommen, gnädigste deshalb. Sie rücksichtsvoll. Aber mir gefällt es hier oben. Ich bin oft hier. Der Blick zu tal. Gerade abends, das Haus. Die Bäume. Was haben Sie denn? Sehen Sie doch, dort. Die Fenster dort, im dritten Stock rechts. Ich sehe nichts. Das Licht? Ja, merkst du dich. Aber das ist hier. Was? Eine Taschlande. Oder? Ja. Irgendwie jemand sucht mit einer Taschlande in seinem Zimmer herum. Puh ist. Wahrscheinlich ist die Bühren in der Deckellande kaputt. Da könnte doch die Nachtischlampen anknipsen. Vielleicht befindet sich auf dem Weg dorthin. Wessen Sie mal ist das?
Keine Ahnung. Da. Aus. Spook beendet. Keine Nachtischlampen an. Doch merkwürdig wie? Vielleicht war es tatsächlich das Schloss gespenst. Und diese frühe Stunde, Karp. Aber mir wird kühl. Kommt Sie mit nach unten? Wir gingen. Ich führte Sie vorsichtig über die Wendeltreppe nach unten, durch den Wald, bis vor Ihr Zimmer. Gehen Sie noch ins Casino? Heute nicht mehr. Ich will noch ein bisschen Schularbeiten machen. Solange es, muss ich die alten Befunde unserer Patienten kennenlernen. Dann schlafen Sie gut. Sie muss der Schüler. Ich machte einen Diener. Wartete, bis ich Ihre Tür hinter Ihr geschlossen hatte. Zog mich dann in mein Zimmer zurück und hockte mich hinter meinen Schreibtisch. Gegen halb zwölf, zwangen die einfliegenden Mücken, mich das Fenster zu schließen. Ich beschloss ins Bett zu gehen. Ich wusch mich. Aber als ich gerade beginnen wollte, den Seifen schauen aus meinem Gesicht zu entfernen,
wurde der Wasserstrahl aus dem Hahn dünner. Und versiedte schließlich ganz. Ich starte aus vergleiserten Seifenschaum augenden Wasserhahn an. Dann viel mehr ein, was passiert sein musste. Die Pumpe, oben im Turm, stand still. Ausgerechnet jetzt, wo ich mit der vorträfflichen Herenseife im Gesicht vor meinem Waschbecken stand. Es blieb mir nichts übrig, als sie mit Lappen und Handtuch nutdürftig wegzuwischen. Dann drehte ich den Wasserhahn ab, um nicht unangenehm zu träumen, wenn er nachts wieder anspangen. Löschte das Licht und öffnete wieder das Fenster. In diesem Augenblick hörte ich den Mackenschlag einer Tür unter mir. Der Lichtstrahl einer Taschenglamp bei erschienem Garten neben der Liga Halle und bewegte sich weiter den Weg zum Berg entlang. Eine kräftige Gestalt in Schwester und tracht ging mit ernährenischen Schritten und in beachtlichen Tempo dahinter her. Anna, unsere großartige Oberschwester. Nun war alles klar, die Nachtschwester hatte ihr gemeldet,
dass die Pumpe ausgefallen war und kein Wasser lief. Anna nahm die Sache in die Hand, mitten in der Nacht, beachtlich. Ich drehte meinen Hahn wieder auf, entschlossen, nun doch noch den Seifenrest vor meiner Haut zu waschen. Bei Andersmarschgeschwindigkeit musste sie in wenigen Minuten am Tor um sein und die Pumpe zu resorben. Aber... der Wasserhahn blieb stumm. Ich ging zurück zum Fenster und wartet er auf der Lichtstrahl vom Berg her und auf andere Schritte. Nichts. Es konnte möglich sein, dass Anna mit der Pumpe nicht zu recht gekommen war und sich vergeblich bemüht hatte. Aber dann waren 20 Minuten vergangen. Das Wasser lief nicht. Und Anna kann nicht zurück. Es blieb mir wohl nichts, über ich ans Gleich in der zweiten Nacht den Edlenritter zu spielen. Ich zog mich wieder an, schluss mein Zimmer ab und ging nach unten.
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registered trademark to WebCA-USLLC. In 1st stock, quite a light from the search room of the station. I just got a Swiss ring, which I was waiting for yesterday because of the smoke in the hall. Herdoktu? Good evening Swiss ring. Nachdienst? Yes, Herdoktu. I have seen the upper Swiss station at home. Do you still not come back? No, she is not. What's going on? I don't know what to do. I can't go away from the station. I wanted to walk around the Swiss maria. Let her sleep. Do you have a flashlight? No, no big deal. She holds a small starlight from the Visiting body. I'm going to close it. It worked. But it was one of those where you look at the patients in the hall and I'm happy if the street is reached to the top. A bit dark. It's okay. The upper Swiss station will come back to the main road. Very clear doctor. I went. When I had the lower door closed,
and the dark light in my lamp was shining, I still felt the summer warmth of this night. Something was not in the middle. It's difficult to be a man. Up. The light was still on the other side. Nothing was right on the tower. I was the most close to my rifle and went closer. No trace of anger. If she didn't die somewhere in the forest, she was on the main road. She could only be in the middle of the room. A step for step, I was about to die. I could already see a night and had a distance of 3 meters. It was not a dream. Then I stayed with a red light. The door to the point can be open wide. A real light seems to be much out of the grass. In the dark, something was happening. I called the lamp in the right of the forest.
She was not a place for a dark revolver, but she had to reach the emergency. The light was on the grass, and the firewood was on the other side of the tree. The firewood was still on the ground. Before the firewood, the lamp didn't burn, the firewood was on the face of the firewood. A heavy firewood-like stone was on its back. I was in the knee. It was a firewood-like lamp. I was a laser, and I was missing. I almost fell to the other hand. No pulse. What was there, was my blood in my own fingers. The firewood was on my chest, the firewood was on the right of the firewood. The firewood was on the ground. I was on the ground and saw the cover. The light was on the top of the roof.
But the light was on the ground. The stone that the firewood had on the ground was out of the frame. Then I saw something else. I stood next to the firewood-like stone. The large firewood-like stone between the buildings stood in the middle of the building. Maybe it was a relay that was built on the surface, even though it was a switch and the switch was turned back. But if it was a relay, then... then someone had to... before I was able to move the switch with my pocket and I was able to get it up. It was a quick turn to the switch, then the engine started to sink. The pump was again. It was good that I had my water hand but I was able to get it up before I went. I was able to get it up and wait for it to come up. I was not able to get it up. The light was not too bright.
But it had a self-destructing with a high-pitched sound. As it had to be too light, the wind was still right. That was a dream. If Anna wasn't a happy coincidence to the firewood-like stone, then... I would like to think about this thought and go around Anna, around the firewood-like stone. Slowly I went up and opened the light over the pump. I was able to... back up with the bag. The cement was still dry and crazy to the entrance. It was not only that, but there were two possibilities. Either the stone fell through the ceiling or the view in the eye as Anna had the distance or... not through the ceiling. When I went back to the house, I felt mad and angry. The story with the disappeared morpheum
always went through my head. Anna said that she could have managed to escape very quickly if the ten ampoules from the firewood-like stone had to die for half a year. The stone was still wet when I returned. She sat on it and her eyes were covered. Did you meet the above stone? Yes, I... did you sleep again? It was... she was so far away. It wasn't fast enough. I thought she'd come back. Someone was on the stairs. On the stairs? Yes, the stairs were closed. Are you sure? I'm sure. Someone came from the bottom of the house. Where did she go? I don't know. They were on the stairs. A patient? No. They... they were people. They were... so quiet as if someone...
they should hear you. Besides, it's the night 12th. The patients sleep. And their toilet is down. No one has to come here. That's what it's all about. What's with the above stone? Where is it? They have good access, stone. They talk to nobody. I'm going to the above stone and walk away. They'll talk first when they're asked. Understand? Yes, I... but... what's with the above stone? Above stone? Is dead. They hear the last visit. A criminal game in four episodes after the Roman titles of Hans Kruel. For the work of Hans Georg Bertold.
The roles and their performances were Dr. Johannes Bolk, a round-fired doctor, made the heart. Inge, a young crankman, Gisela Fritsch. Dr. Pinkus, a round-fired doctor, Dr. Pinkus, a round-fired doctor, made the heart out of a tree. Dr. Bierstein, a round-fired doctor, Bum Krüger. Anna, a round-fired doctor, Lu Säuberlich. Petra Radis, a round-assistant Petra from the south. Dr. Edelthraut von Stack, one of the town's most beautiful, Alice Treff. Music, Peter Schirman, Schnitt, Lise Lotterängstener, Ton Günther Gens, Harald Kiefer, Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. They belong to a production of the famous ballin with the best German round-funk.
The last visit. A criminal game in four episodes after the same titles by Hans Grul. For the func beavers, Hans Georg Berthold, Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. They belong to the second episode. Two days ago, I was here in this sanatorium not as patient as an artist. But my hope to bring a usual usual vacation was to go on. Oberschwestern Anna, who had a preusical accident in the city, was dead. And I had to find her a doctor,
who was not the second as a station for the cleaning of the cleaning. I had to not be in the night about the old people of our patients to make me a work-free job. I had to sleep long as the water was gone and not with the long-awaited sigh of my weight. The pump was sometimes out, so much I had already learned. Then someone had to go up and turn the engine back on. Just a simple thing. I was waiting for that. But my water was dry. This week, at Vons and Albertans, USDA Choice Tri-Tip Rose untrimmed are 5.99 per pound. Limit 4 rose with membership were applicable. And medium ripe Hassovacados are 99 cents each, with membership were applicable. Plus Kellogg Syrials 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
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A heavy stone was hit by the back of the head. He was one of the glasers' fans that was brought out. An un-gluxed fall? Sure, maybe. But there was something else. Morpheum. Ten on the pool were already out of the gift-chunk. Anna had lost her mind and her head was wet. She had a clip and a clear sign that she could get a lot of weight over the deep. Did she have to die? How was the pump in the zero-stamp? There was a relay that automatically stopped at the surface or the effect. And when? The switch of the same in the high position? The sound of the sound. I was glad that I had to do it myself. I had the upper-right understanding and the other police. Still in the night. They had picked up Anna. Now they are in Casino.
Upper-right beer-steine colleague Pinkus, our former doctor and I. On top of that, the appearance of the late-night of a Indian hot-clink. Comeissan Nogees. Nogees with 2 E. So he had a sympatic man with a broken head in his eyes. Surely he could laugh when he had something to laugh about. Now? He laughed. Is this pump already falling off? I don't know. I was just yesterday. He was over-right. It was not a coincidence. The thing had to be kept with the whole vacuum cleaner. Actually, a wonder that I had never been able to get in my car. She said she was the first yesterday here, Dr. Bolt. Yes. Where did she know exactly about the pump? I saw the calendar on the first day of the day. Also the tower and the pump cammer. Newly it is a one of my weak side. My assistant came to it.
We spoke, cross-quare, also about the pump. And he told me that I will stay with him. So, it is just that. Yes, indeed. And as the water remains today, she thought she was in the tower. Yes, so it is. And why did she get the pump cammer after? She was too long to walk. Something had to happen. And the other wrote all. I actually didn't expect more water. Not so much on the pump cammer. Was the pump very popular here in the house? Yes. It is such a thing, Mr. Kommissar. What for? Well, a upper-sherse is still in love. She is most in a age where she is not interested in her work. And she has used to care for her. Is that a mistake? No, if in a cranny house no care, it is soon that the sprayers
will have to collect the milk and that the fibre-coated is also over-painted. Now, where she is dead it is a little bit difficult to find. But you wanted to get out and not to talk to her. That is difficult. So, good. She had the fatal of living to get everything and everything. Even if she didn't do anything to do with the service. Yes. It is so very common. I was the one who used to be my type. No, that can't be not. And you? Yes, Dr. Pinkus. Your business has been stopped. There is nothing. But otherwise, I was worried if I could have it with you. Before the doctor? I have to
ask my colleagues about it. How was that with the morpheum? We had a meeting with the doctor and he said, I didn't know how much it is. How did you explain it? Not at all. Until now. Probably a patient. Was the upper body also this eye? I don't believe it. When your meldung did that, she would have thought of it. She said that she could get very fast knowledge. I had the important tour. I had the impression that she was only angry because the work under her eyes was. She was angry. In any case, she didn't make it to the point. That's true. Say, Dr. Pold, why did you take your bag and take it to the hospital?
Yes, I thought it was better to take it to the hospital. You thought it was better to take it to the hospital. You thought it could be a finger of pressure. I... Yes. Why? You know, the stone can be more interdependent. But can someone help you? Help? That's it. How do you think about this ? I don't know about this. I didn't see anything that was on the end of the lie that I had been there. But as I was down, maybe it wasn't important. But the night star said that she was on the stairs. If someone came to the stairs, she believed it was me. Then she didn't work.
I thought that someone could be in the park. She could be in the park. And she had heard it. I'm also a friend of Kremis. But I think you should take the next step. It will be a patient who has been on the toilet and is forbidden to smoke. And he never met again. Yes, I thought about the doctor. But in the meantime, the patients keep on their floors on this way. They don't need to start the stairs. Of course. Of course. We don't know whether one of the other wanted to visit. A stop-work-hair. They believed the best of the night.
This stop-work-hair seems to be unbearable for someone in the park. And it is unbearable for someone to be in the park. And it is unbearable for someone to be in the park. They are forced to be in the park. We have to become a serious face. Are they always so tired, doctor? Whenever I would walk a dead-footed wall. Dead-footed wall. How do you think of it? What? Two hours of the committee of the park. Now you are on the tower. I to bring the Oberschwester around. I, for example, then I have to learn.
Don't you think so? You know what a politician could think? No. He thinks, alone, until he was calm in the country. There comes a new ball and already... You can also listen. No, don't worry. He thinks, maybe, he is the young man, as well as what he can give to the doctors. He holds the ball for him, the Oberschwester has been warned that he is a victim, he says that he is in his presence. He has to be in the way, if his fatal hobby is not known. How? Very simple. His friend assistant Petra tells him about the punch on the top of the thumb. He hits him, he shakes the apparatus and waits. Anna comes, as he has turned out, the stones sit like this. Blumps? Problem solved. He goes back, plays the surprise, he lets himself give his Oberschwester a ball and finds the dead and old of a sentence, and takes it home. Really? Spots are only. The commissar
is so proud in this story. I don't like him. So, he doesn't like him at all? Oh, you know that. You don't see anything? How do I see it? I would say he is alcohol-like, right? Alcohol? He might be fun. Do you want a vodka? In half of the service is the use of alcohol. Do you have one? Hmm. She is thinking about a labo that was on our loading site. I heard a church door door. Then she came back with a rusty, flat, angled from her writing-tissed, fit of glazer and one. We drink. Anna, was it really unfair? I am also with you, because I wanted to do my research here. But that someone would have so much fun. It's about the morpheum together. Sure, that would be a reason. If it was actually a morpheum. She couldn't finish her speech. The door opened and
a colleague Pinkos was opened. Of course, the workers were working in the waiting room, in the waiting room, in the waiting room. Do you want a doctor? I don't want to. Please, doctor. So, good. Post. To trademark the best CA us LLC. I am sorry. Do you still work for our colleagues? A long 30x40. Our right-hand side is getting worse. Bergeus? Yes. I have been punctured today. First, Matt,
kaput. It's not yet available. Yesterday, it was still very Monday. It can only be a new stream. And that's my request. I have to go to the office. A man comes alone, as the man says. First, a morpheum, then Anna, the war at home, and now the right time. I thought it was a summer friday. That's all. It was also a colleague. It was also. Until she came. Can I go in the bathroom now? Please. Then we have behind us. Petra was excited about a cassette in the apparatus. We waited until the recording was made and developed. Then we went into the dark room. Pinkus looked at the recordings as a fellow journalist, the blue Mauritius. Nothing. Nothing at all. Or did you see anything from the media? The sound is clean. No sound of the sound. And I'm standing there and I don't know why the man doesn't want to play with me.
At the next morning, at the visit, he saw as if Dr. Bergeus would die soon. He was still in his bed. The hands were on the roof. His eyes were open, but he was covered with thin papers. No blood, no fever, no sweat. A slow drop. He didn't want to go anymore. He wanted to go immediately, unmercated and unhanded. Beerstein was threatening the fever-chirp. A colleague of Stuckstein was talking about the shoulder. Nothing dramatic. We stood and saw how beerstein was looking for the gunman. He didn't talk about it. First, as we were out, he wanted to talk about the face of a dangerous guest. I don't know. I don't know what the sound is. When did you point the last time? Pinkus. One hour ago.
No ice cream. In both tests. Both negative. And all 14 cells in the liquid. You were out of breath. Out of breath. He never had 30 more. He fell out of breath. No matter how much he went on, no ice cream. No new content of the scene. And despite this miserable situation, he had a 100-million-dollar treatment through the NATO. 900 EUR. Yes. Yes, that must be a dangerous treatment. In the case of the emergency or in the base, we can now give you a brief introduction. Give you something for the Kreislauf, Pinkus. And let me point you out. In my opinion. In the next morning, we are back to Dr. Berlius Bett. The doctor, Dr. Pinkus, the strong and me. To this, the station Schwestermaria.
A massive village. And Schwestern Inge, which I have known so well. Berlius was still far away from yesterday. Maga, the skin, like a dry cow. But even a few clinical signs in a hearing aid. Only his breath was unable to handle it. Overflash. Soft. The Schwestern lay on the side. Help him. We were at a point fast and safe. The drops were clear. Then the ship was in Schwestermaria, the bridge with the Stretomycin solution. I saw the ampoule on the glass plate of the small table at the foot of the bed. The patient did not move and there was no reason to take a dangerous point. Three hours later, Dr. Berlius died. I saw the patient's face as he was only wearing the Casino. Three hours later, he played with it. Always less. I put half of the apothec in it and it was not.
Nothing. Temperature was below, the pulse was on, a nice crook was made like in the air. And then everything was there. The stones and the staccas came and we were sweating. But the water was not long. It was covered with the door and Schwestermaria was in. A scene like the first evening when the oberschwester arrived to make the swindling of the morpheum. What is Schwestermaria? Sorry, it's the Stretomycin. Dr. Berlius is not there today. What is with the Stretomycin? It's not there anymore. We are not a slave mill. We should have the Stretomycin. It's gone. And the bottle was completely new. Almost full. I wanted to use it for IEM patients. You see? See you again. We have searched everywhere. We did not find you. I saw you on the table at night as we had been rolled out of Dr. Berlius. Then I wanted to show you everything that I had put in.
Only the bottle was not there. I asked the ingles and the innards. They did not know. That's why I asked Dr. Pinkus. No, Schwestermaria. I did not touch the bottle. Why should I? Did you put the bottle in the bottle? I only saw the bottle when I was in. Before your function was already over. You stand on the stung-dien. I can't say that. Gold? No idea. Stretomycin doesn't like my food. You hear me, we have our pollination. But I... The universe doesn't go away. The impossible places are in the dark. I like it. I can see it later. I live in the upper 18. If the show really goes away, it doesn't go away. Then it would have been in the mill and still not to be seen. But it would have been better. How to do that? In the afternoon I swam behind my roundabout,
a creature like a hunter. The sun was shining and the sun was shining. But I saw the sun shining and the sun shining and the sun shining. My hanged troops were in the forest school. It was a road to work with this weather. Instead of being on the street with Petra. Only the conversation with you about the conversation is right. She was able to take care of the Kilowold. She always sent the next patient in when he was ready. Then she would take care of herself. Where is my road? Where is the station 3? Was it really seen for today? Yes. The 3 always needs extra equipment. Our free driver. They call you to send your boss to the station. But you should be in the air. I want to go to the air. I already called you. I don't like to go to the station. Probably the coffee is drinking. No, it's not. I'm going to the bathroom. I use the break and I'm going to the arided shirms and the building with the two. Modern parking stations have electricity, electricity and television aggregates.
You can go through the air at day and don't need the stay. But I'm not going to get any further. I'll talk to the chemist for a few times to the end until the end of the day and play with the switch on the cover lamp and the microphone. Petra was walking along the river. Then I heard a noise. I heard the noise of the back door. Suddenly. How did it go? Then they were in the switch. I was sitting there, but my heart was beating down my throat. That wasn't me, Petra. But who? Doctor. I was riding a lot and deep from the low air. And you were riding with the switch on the back of the door. Doctor, are you here? You're riding more. Do you bring a streetman from three?
No, Doctor, I... In. If you have time, what's the matter? I have to talk to you. Sorry, I'm late. It's because of you. You're driving with the bottle. What's the matter? You're out of your mind. But we saw how it was taken. The bottle of Dr. Berreus? Yes. And? It's a long story, Doctor. I don't have much time now. Maybe we could... Maybe they would have had a few minutes to talk to me. Today? Of course. What were you thinking about? I love you a little later. Good. Where? It's better if... ...in the new room. In the new room? I wanted to go to the evening like this. But I can't talk to anyone about it. No, I'm not. I was just getting home. I have to go.
Until tomorrow. She was looking for a shadow and she was looking for me in my darkness. Come on. The things in the rooms that I was looking for. What did you know? And why did you want to tell me that? Actually, I had to feel shy. But why didn't you go to the boss? The door closed. The door was closed. The boss came back with the patient. He played a very good game. Can I get in? With him. We'll finish him. He only looks out. The boss broke him and the two of them went behind the door. I'll go a little bit further. Right. Then I turned on and said nothing. Peter had no stone on the switch. I cut the microphone and put the card in my pocket and threw it back at him. Nothing happened.
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Wait a minute. She went to me before she was in the room and almost after the switch was turned on. No, please. The thing is turned off. See? That's how it is. Well, nice. You're right. Then you're already on it. And I also pressed it. When I was a little bit serious. I had to be careful, sorry. Oh, please. Doctor. I turned on the noise, the green light from my eyes, and showed the street man's bus tickets to the ship as if the dead were in my room. It was shortly before 9, when I was in the room with the ring on my head. At the late afternoon, a waiter gave it to me and agreed. Now the night is still a little bit and the evening was dark since then. I was slowly standing under the tree tree, at the top of the sea, and I thought I could be already above it.
Why did she want to meet her here? When the tower saw me on the roof, black and white, I was again in love with it. I thought about the upper west, as she had put her in the room and pushed me to the Spitzburg door. When someone had the stripper with her, and in the end, he knew who it was. When someone was there, then the same thing was also written to the Malfi to win. Sometimes he hadn't beenassen cuál. death. I was a bit alone to make someone push me to that home So much less likely, a prospective rather quiet. I pressed in the wind toomminen to hit the square bottom. I took off the head down the door in the dark,
I was able to drive the Cross as if they were bestowers. It had to be academics, Spotten, night, night, upon considering how The City was possible. Then it drew me crazy, like a dying piece of iron. I was reading of My Fire, they were going to kick me into What? There was no water in it. It was blood. Wind Brit replied to my anger. Really shit over the high ceiling of the blood and my soul doesn't laugh. I gave up after an angle of light, собойlaughs at the endlessly distant side. Through the east coast of the forest a classic calculated the blade of your throat. Its teardrop blinks. And when it saw it around the flame of the sun, I knew his hor Town Garridina, from a Scale Bell, Mental thoughts broke out for a minute. It was still night. Bierstein had the police alarm and Cominzano G.
He had tried to get the party out of the way. Now he's been talking about it. You know what they tell from the beginning? I did. Bergeus' last function, his death, Schwester Maria's intelligence, that the Dretto-Mizin failed. What can you do with it? Nothing with such a big name. No, a few infecions, especially the TBC. But otherwise, you already had a different medication today. Is there a connection between Norfium and Stretto-Mizin? Did you have a new job in the young age? No. How was it now, Schwester Inge? Today afternoon, I was waiting for my assistant, who came to me to the hospital. Then? Against four and a half. What did she say? Exactly, please. She wanted to talk to me. She was very secretive. She knew who the Dretto-Mizin had been called.
But it was a long story and she had no time. Whether I was at the dinner... You were talking to you? Yes. About nine at the dinner. Why exactly? I don't know. That was your decision. Can you imagine why? No idea. I probably wanted to die around you. And why exactly? I already got angry. And about nine at the top. Shortly before nine. I thought I would be before you. That was very nice. No. Did you have anything to say? Only your pulse. Like Schwester Inge? Like Schwester Inge. She wins the red carpet in the eye of the light. I will give it to me to listen to her. Do you have anyone who has told you that Inge has been accused of it? No. Nobody. Then... Then you did it. I was fired for that.
Why? Because she didn't want to talk to me about it. Why should she do it herself? And nobody would say no to her. No. And the door to this room... Inge made it to herself. And she spoke so loudly, she couldn't read it. Yes. Moment. Moment feels like something. It's a bit of a nonsense. Yes, yes. Only nonsense. I hear it very special. Inge told her story at the closed door. When she went, she opened the door. Peter, my assistant, came back and took the patient to whom I was waiting. When he was in the hospital, I was shocked. But it wasn't a stroke on the ear. I was like a microphone and a bat Peter was shocked. But she didn't hear it. She couldn't hear it. Because the speaker was shocked. Yes, but...
Suddenly, as I was waiting alone before Inge came, I was shocked by all the noise. And I had to put the speaker in the car. Because the patient was shocked. And I thought the microphone was shocked. I really got out of it. Peter couldn't hear me. She wanted to say that someone could hear you in the room with Inge. Maybe it's all nonsense. But I know that I played with the switch. And my assistant didn't hear you. As I was laughing. But I was the speaker. I had to switch the microphone. It was possible that it was switched before Inge was in. In the switch room, I heard that they would talk. At the switch room, they couldn't notice it. I'm still a relative of new and the device has a different switch. You know what you could think.
I don't know. Nobody can convince that Inge was actually with me. And if nobody knew why. I locked her on the tower and she was in the village. In the village of Saubra, the Georgian Handwerk. Then I played the most important part of the chief. And now I try to find out what I can do. You're kidding me. I finally got my assistant. After Anna's death, I finally got her. And at the same place I was confused. I don't know why. I don't know. I hope I'll find out. I'll be trying to find out what I can do if she can find out what I can do. I know. In the end, I was already in the village. Why did Inge just enter the village? She was new and still in the village of Saubra. And she's in a sympathetic situation. Thank you. After Anna's death, she told her from the streets. She heard her in the village in the night. But before she returned from the village, maybe she saw something or...
... someone recognized her. And now after the strutomycine flash was broken, maybe she had it all together. She can't tell us anymore. We'll get it out like this. Hopefully. Good, doctor. That would be good for today. Please sleep if I need you again tomorrow morning. Yes. Then... ... a lot of people. Thank you. Ahem. And this patient, who had to take her assistant, how is he, of course, a street man? And from which station was he? The moment... He was... Yes. From the three of us. Petra said that the three still needed an extra invitation. And who had the three? The three of us, doctor of the village. That's nice. So... Good night. He was there. And I was not very careful. I felt my tooth was sticking with water and I had to smear two tablets against the head.
At the next evening, I saw Petra in a small gas house, not far away from our village. The police were still there all day, but the commissioner didn't ask me anything. But Petra was the only one who was the only one. We had our work done, as always, but at the evening I had the pleasure to go to a piece of space and decide how to make history. Maybe somewhere in a beer... ... a bit too much. And driving the Paul Sales event. Excludes fully electric vehicles of the 2026 model year beer cost non-transferable. Visit more part.com for complete details on a copy of the powertrain limited warranty. Comment is the registered trademark of comments ain't. Ram and Hammy are registered trademarks of FCA U.S. LLC. Petra was with us. We were together next to my husband. Until we are here for our beer.
What did the commissioner say about him? He thought of me in all his mind that I came to ask him about the matter. He only felt the motive. And the story with the conversation was not supposed to be like that. I was also asked about that. And? Nothing. I was told how it was. Of course, he came to the background to make the microphone from his place. I told him. Where he was also in the circle of the public. Probably. And why did you bring the arms around you? The motive is important. I don't know. And if I wanted to... You see, she was the door. Or the upper one. Now she has our vision. We will probably lose all the distance. But before I get in, I want to drink a beer. I want to sit down. Please, the upper one. I see you have the same idea as I do.
A good idea. For a moment, just like in short, all water and bread. But you have the right. This conversation is a mysterious and hard-working. Would he want to go to the theater? No, no, no, no, that's not right. But with the medication. He couldn't calm down. Morphium, striptomycin, striptomycin, morphium. And what it has to do with it. What should I tell him? He has to do with it. First the morphium goes away, then the striptomycin. Now he dies, then he... And Dr. Bergeus. He also has. 10 lumpy mops, morphium. What is already starting with that? It was the strong 0-2 in every ampoule. But still, 700 millis, striptomycin, high 800. I see no connection. Maybe someone wanted to get in Dr. Bergeus. Yes, the soul, the way he was.
Man. Medians. What she says. So if the ball... Yes. They were there as we have pointed the bargeus last time. Yes, I was there. What did they find? They found it. Yes, still. But apathetic, somnolent, can be explained. No lines of the same type of meningitis. Temperature, subfibery and still... What's that? I had the feeling that it was going to be a terminal stadium. Really? That was my impression. Terminal stadium. A starved man, after a sudden, unaccountable badness. Yes, that's true. And how did the pupils of a starved man in the whole world... White, the sauerkraut mangel. Cerebral anoxy. On German white. Yes, yes, yes, yes, exactly. And how did they become Dr. Bergeus? Eng. Just an Eng? Yes, I would say very Eng. Maximum counter-hired. Mioses. Right. If the pupils of this stadium are not completely occupied, middle-stereoms, nice.
But so Eng, they don't really have to be. No. So... Morphium? Morphium. And you could also blame me if I didn't tell you how it was. Let's go. Our striptomycin in a bottle is a dry substance. A glass of water, a glass of water, a glass of water. Before that, we have to dissolve it with the liquid water. 10 cups of water, a glass of water. Then we have 100 mg of water in every cup of water and can just do it. I am very sorry for what he wanted to say and I was told that I would never come to this. This must have been the case personally. Peter, please, come with me. Morphium is a waste solution. The substance of the salt-sauce and Morphium is dissolved in distilled water. 100 or 200 mg in every cup, so in every bowl.
And now, one comes to the right, greys 10 at the bowl of Morphium and spreads it into a glass of the striptomycin bottle. Beautiful, soft and sterile. Then the striptos substance dissolves exactly as it had been used as a white aquadester. That's true. No difference, not to see or see. Only that now, with the 1000 mg striptomycin, 200 mg of Morphium, when it was taken by the 02 ampoules and it was taken by the hunter. And now, we have to do a lot of ideas and spread the蔡인트로mbal. Every day, a cup directly goes into the back of the glass. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Peter, a short way to the evening is not there at all. That seems to me very dangerous. I can't imagine. Morphium comes with the stream of the back of the glass,
at the same time with the striptomycin, on the higher scale. Great. That's not dangerous, Median. First, it seems good. Very bad. Ram and Hemi are registered trademarks of FCA, US LLC.
But the sun should come up. And the coming side is right. Morphium and striptomycin, it has to do with the togetherness. Someone wanted to ask the mountain to the valley. That's the whole story. The upper stars and the stars are only from the universe. And what now? Now we are in the pathology and keep our friends on the back of the glass. I'm going to eat my steak, if you don't find Morphium there. Then we call this nose. Because he's going to be surprised. But who brings all the patients around? And why? No idea. Should the police find out? Do you know what I think? Not yet. The bottle with the striptomycin prepared is after the last point of the experiment. The ring has been seen if they are lost. It looks like it would have been one of the ones who were there.
You see? I, full of staccato, spas and twister ring, the ring is turned off. One of us. One of us. One of us. The last one. The last one. A criminal game in four episodes after the same titles by Hans Grul. For the work of the fungman, by Hans Georg Bertholdt. The roles and their dayings were, Dr. Johannes Bolth, a round-fax artist, Martin Hirte. Nougais, a criminal commissioner, Arnold Marquis. Dr. Bierstein, a top-class, a criminal. Dr. Pinkus, a round-fax artist, Taust-Bolmann. Dr. Edelthoud von Stagg, a city center, Alis Treff. Maria, a cranker-faster, Kläher Rapmund.
The first one. The first one. The first one. Alis Treff. Maria, a cranker-faster, Kläher Rapmund. The ring, a cranker-faster, Isela Fritsch. Petra Radis, a round-fax artist, Peter von der Linne. Music Peter Schirman, Schnitt, Lise lotte enxner. Ton Günter Gens, Assistenz Rolf Harald Kiefer. Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. They belong to a production of the famous Senders-Feyes Berlin with the West German Rundfunk.
The last visit. A criminal game in four folgents after the Roman titles of Hans Grul. For the Funk work of Hans Georg Bertold. Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. They belong to the third folgents today. Music We saw the work of the pathological institute in the pre-sales of the past. But we were the guests of the Bierstein village. And I saw it in there. We were waiting. There was nothing to talk about. When Bierstein had a theory with his theory, a patient was killed. Dr. Bergius, a loved one, metubacolosa, Hirnhouth-enzyndung. On the way to the improvement of the existing medical control.
He was treated with a striptomycine in Trollumbal. A difficult case, but not more hopeless. Then the complexion. Unclearly. Apathy, Rapida-Verfall, dead. Bierstein's theory was supported by four events. First, Morphium was disappeared from our own gift-chrank. Ten on the pole. Second, Oberschwestern Anna had lost her loss and was killed at the same evening. A difficult, sharp, cantilever stone had been slain above the pumping room of the water tower. He was one of the prisoners of the war. Third, the bottle with the striptomycine that was used to the last function of Dr. Bergius. Three hours before his death. It remained unthinkable. And fourth, Schwester Inge,
who had been in the war, had known who they were, but they could not tell me. I thought they were dead. On the north of the Rhondewus, they knew that they had been killed. On the water tower. And that was no coincidence. That was dead. I tried to think about Morphium, striptomycine, two dead cramps Schwester, a dead patient. It had to be given together. And Bierstein believed she could be. Someone could have been killed by Dr. Bergius Morphium, because he was completely unacquired to find his death. The two Schwester had to die, because they knew or knew what was played. We were waiting. The patologists were searching for the right to die.
Morphium is waiting for us. And I had time to think about who a patient is, and why. Bierstein was at the last point of Dr. Bergius. After the die, he was completely disheartened. And I, Dr. Pincus and the front of Dr. Vanstac. And Schwester Maria. And Schwester Inghe. But he was dead and died. One of us, five of us, had to have taken the bottle, and he had to be a dangerous indiz against him. I didn't know that. Unfortunately, only me. And the other four? And she. And the former. Schwester Maria, the good, cute, and cute, decided that she, had a good protection. Besides, she had missed the bottle and she was threatened. She could have been convinced she was going to die.
She can't ask. And Bierstein. It was her idea with the cocktail from Morpheus and Retto. Had he been convinced if he was a... a connection manöver? No. Blieben Pincus and the Stuck. And that was absurd. Was it absurd? Pincus, as a master, or the Stuck? I could have done that myself. I can't continue with this story. Professor Erschien, Klein, and a golden bride on Rosigarnase, Lächelnd. My Lord, I'm sorry to see you wait. But my colleague is now finished. He's coming to me. We can go down. Bierstein is very heavy. He was a couple of years older.
He's been a star in the evening. I wish it were a mistake. Then I bought the idea to spend a little bit of time on the ice. We were on the plane and people followed the professor. The more we got to the section, the more intense it was. Death and infecution. Bierstein was in front of me as he was sent to the back. The colleague ran the nick to the back. His rubber shirt was tied to big rubber shoes and his hands were stuck until he was in the elbow. In red rubber gloves. Do you know the Annamnese? Yes. Then the details. Old Lung tuberculosis with a fresh dream. Probably the entrance point of the meningitis was in the back of the gang. He had to die. The death of the ear was a mistake. I would say the cross-border. A lot of heart-watering,
blood-saving, lungs, but everything was not through. If it was true that the colleagues had told us that everything was not decided yet, something in the back of the gang. Nothing wrong. It was too much to be found in the back of the gang. The liggo is already in the elbow. I'll go up there. I'll go up there. The biestein is just with a quick step into the table. He's going through the dead right corner and is hoping to get a high level of eye. Do you see the world? The pupil. El! The pupil was still as small as a piece of Christmas tree. That was also part of the Biestein's theory. At a dead end the pupils were normally far away. Sauerstoffmangel. Here they were. And everyone knew that Morphium was missing the pupil. The colleague in the lab was waiting for us. Valberius, Likwur. I've finished her professor.
And she was on Morphium. Yes. A friend of mine. She was just out of the house. Oh, please. Could you show us again? Of course. Do you understand? Professor? Yes, only two. The colleague knows it. In principle, I want to. Of course. Well, well, ten cubicles. The egg white is filled with percolour. With the blood, you have to centrifugate the egg white. Then there are five cubicles concentrated ammonia solution. 25%. Eight cubicles. Then, good, powerful, good. While he was talking, he was going to collect the solution and shut down. A sharp cocktail had now turned me good. I was unaware of the school, when the chemist. The egg white filling is already sealed. I'll ask her to please her. We're going to a water bath.
A glass of coffee with a sponge in the bottom. With a clamp, he holds the reagent glass in the water. Then he has to wash it carefully, to fill the dry room. It's a little more difficult. We were waiting to talk. Everyone knew how to go out of the experiment. Nevertheless, we started on the glass. Next, we need a mixture of vanilla and concentrated sugar. A drop on a cup. The solution is given to the frozen satin. With a mixture of coffee, a purple red color, one that goes along with blue violet and violet in a blue color. If you look at it, the drops are long, from one reagent glass to another. Then we'll say it. Red, violet, shimmer,
star, satin blue. This is the first time Morphium has been in the back of the liquid. My heart is cold. That's fine. Please. Nothing. Thank you for your patience, Professor and colleague. I think you helped us. Comissar Nogees had heard of our right. We were from the Patalog Institute directly to Imens Brasilium. Now he stands up and goes to the window. He talks to us to us as he begins to talk. Not the pharmacologists have let something new happen, Dr. Bult? Someone else. But who? Morphium and Streptomycin is no ordinary case.
They have understood me. Someone else has thought about who? Who knows so much? Maybe a doctor? Maybe not. I don't know. Mr. Obert? I've fallen in love with him. Yesterday evening at the beer, as a volunteer assistant of the... of the possibility that someone... someone wanted to ask the doctor. How did you get up? No idea. You were a fantastic person. Many? You always said that you didn't bring a patient and two sisters to the doctor. Where did you want that? Ah, look at it. You heard it. Everyone came to the doctor. Everyone of us. Even. But tell you, Obert, how did you get up? I mean, the combination of medication and death. The notice from the deceased... How did you get up? The same as Dr. Woll. The deceased. Petra Radis. Good. You were the one who wanted to ask the doctor about the drug.
That's true. You were the patient. You were the patient. Yes, nice. And there, many of you were able to get up... to the same place as someone. The same. The same. I was... I had the same place as you could have been. The very unaccountable conditions of the patient... the poor pupils. I wanted to get up again. What then? Then I wouldn't have been able to get up again and then Dr. Berge would have... probably still lived. Did you actually get this function and the injection you took yourself? No, just this one. Last. Who else? A colleague of pink. Nice, my dear. She supported our work and then I went. Tomorrow, I'll try again. I'll be there on the last treatment of Dr. Berge, after the medication... to be able to reconstruct. If you want to say that all the details are in vain.
The main thing is that she brings clear clarity into the story. I think so, Herobarzt. Five minutes before 11 a.m. on the next day, I lose my dark room... to the present of the commissar's representative... in the treatment room, in which Dr. Berge has seen his life. On the floor, I met the first colleague of Stagzus. That would be this time. A small interview, the last meeting of Dr. Berge. She should be good. She wants to leave the theater. So fast? Yes, she's right. She's really unhike. Did she already understand that? I don't know, I forgot. She doesn't want to talk to us all the time. She's really afraid. No need to worry about her. If she says she's scared of the bottle, she'll be scared of it. Yes, we should be afraid of her. In the treatment room, we meet Pinkos. Her grins, the sheep and the queen, prepared for the army.
And the sheep are ready. Two more orders. Welcome. Today, one of us will be called. One? Have you heard of the mass of the population? Let's see. Tell me, dear, what the whole village should be. What about the rich? He'll save us. I'm curious. One minute after 11, the commissar came to the beer booth. Together with Schwestern Maria. She had red flags in her face and her hands were filled with her shirt. Yes, my ladies and gentlemen. I hope you don't have to be too late. I'm only important to the conclusion of this last treatment. Dr. Bergeus, one by one, to have an eye on herself. I can do better than Bitt. I hope you understand. I want to ask you to stop taking the treatment room. So, Maria, as you did on the day of the treatment. Yes, please. The search room was quite old.
Almost square. There was a wide window and a two-wheeled door. On the right side, the shopkeeper stood and a search bed. Left two emulated windows with glass doors for instruments and a snack. Maria was shocked by the driving line on Dr. Bergeus. She was driving to the middle of the room and then she was scared to the right window. So, were you standing? Yes, exactly. Then we'll take you to your room. Where are you standing? I am standing. Lombard is pointing better in the seat. So, sit there. We are standing in a box of coffee and sit on the right side of the door. Exactly before the middle. The door came from the window and turned to the head end. There she stood. I knew it. Pinkus came back to the upper right corner of the door
and stood between the door and the door. I was at the foot of the door. Everything was like the day of Bergeus dead. Where were you, sister? I was walking around. I was holding you. I will take you to your room. And please, Maria, where were you? And where did you stand? I was here. Here near the upper right corner. I have to reach the door. Then we'll go to the table with the bottle. Maria had prepared everything and was looking for the stung dinner from the wall right. Besides the foot of the door, the door was on my side. I could have the bottle with my hand and say, that the dog was well known. Maria was standing next to the beer. And now we are all at our old spots. From Dr. Bergeus and sister Inge. So, my dear ladies and gentlemen, we were trying to reconstruct how it was
when the treatment was over and Dr. Bergeus was taken out. Who went first? You, Dr. Brunt? No, I didn't. I stood on the way and went to the side. Dr. Inge drove the door to the door. And further? The first one was, I think. Dr. Inge went to the head end and I took the grip on the feet. Here. And then we took the door. And the other nurses all stayed back. No, I quickly went to the door and looked for it. There was Dr. Maria, but we already went through the door. And then I went there. And also as the doctor's help in the door. Yes, and then the doctor was behind the door. Then? I think so. Yes, that's right. Inge and sister Maria were shooting the train to the door. I went straight into the corner. Yes, I know. I shot the gun, the woman, something on the side, because the woman with the train was shot. Did you stand with the fire extinguisher?
I have to say, I didn't have to say that. I saw the train and on the patients. And then I was already out. Yes, thank you, doctor. What were you here in the last room, Dr. Pinkus? One had to be the last, he said. Of course I was in school. But when did you get here? Not at all. I stayed here. That's right. I had a few researches in the end, including the press and information. I waited until Maria and Inge came back, and then we did it further. And you were alone here? All right. Did you see the bottle on the stump? I have to say, it was as if the colleague of the staff was waiting for me. I saw the gun, he was still behind. But the bottle? No. And what did you do in the meantime? I sat on the screen and read the letters. Did you see Maria? Yes, he was writing the doctor's letter when I came back.
And you wrote it with a flash? I don't know. When she was still there, we worked on it the same day. I wrote the letter on the side, but I remembered it later when everything was finished. And then... Then you noticed that the bottle was missing. Yes. When was it? About time? I don't know, I don't know. I was just about to say, it had to be a short time of the afternoon. Yes, I went to the food restaurant. And who from him was it, after we had already lost the topic, once again, back to the room? No one. Come on, no one else. Inge, Maria and me. I was like this. Tell her about it. It's not about whether you want her to leave her room as soon as possible. It's not about a complicated case. It's true, it's possible. And we do that in general, but here, everyone knew what was going on with Dr. Berge. We already talked about everything.
And everyone had to come to their own station. No one had seen how it was done. Because I wanted to point out so early. And why so early? The stories were unethical. And I didn't want to waste time. Yes. We have a lot of following results. Either the bottle was removed by the general of the drug addicts from one of them or from them Dr. Pinkus was in his room alone. Or it later came back to him and took the bottle back. In fact, one of them. Or one of the patients who treated her. Do you know who the patients were? No, no. But I can imagine that. If you thank them, they will definitely be the most important witness in the meeting. And this observation will be held now. We only come to know if we know who the drug addicts had prepared for Dr. Berge with Mophion.
And especially if we are asked why Dr. Berge was murdered. If he had found something, I would say. I will do it. I was sure the only one who had had a good mood in the evening. I was at the late afternoon with Peter at the hall. There it was. I went to the evening to the casino. Pinkus was already there. He was reading a letter of a letter and started to call out. Then he turned around, collected a fresh bread and took a bite. The fire was on the table. What? With Peter? That's how it is. Slim, slim. Now the drug is under the table without a glass of water. And it goes with the help of the drug addicts. Why is the table without a glass of water? First I will be accused of being murdered. Then it will be said that it was a utopia. Then we will find out who was murdered and was murdered.
And then we will be allowed to kill. This unappetable witness is guilty. But do you think she was a criminal? You have to be special to be aware of that. At the time she didn't mean to. I also had the impression of the younger circle of the victims to hear after I found Anna and Inge. But it seems not like that. He just took a good open heart to let his combinations go. And to explain why he was treated as a theater in the court. That's not true, my friend. At once he was completely different. I was wrong. In the eye of the eye there was no one. But it was his opinion. What kind of appetite do we make? Flüssig, gold, yellow and shawty. We stole our beer from the refrigerator and drank it. Beer and the stock came. We put our food. No problem. I had the impression that she was not more in the court than she was accused of.
I went to my room, looked at me, looked at me and looked at my bed. The window was wide open. The clouds were sunken. And sometimes I went to a nightclub from the park. It was an evening as it was. At the time Anna was dead. And my thoughts were already clinging to the lost story. The marauder was lying between us. Free. As a movie, the past days, I was in Anna. The top of the room, in the room with the Calpellin de Brust, the star of the Bergeus, the Morpheus probe in the pathological institute. I was as if something was missing. A small piece that I forgot again. I knew that I had already searched for it once. At the middle of the night, Maria lost her the striptomycin-flash-melad. It was like a melody or a name that didn't fall in love.
You searched and searched. It was almost... gone. In the end, it was a weak case. Again from the moment I was looking through the window. How often was I at the tower? The first time alone. There was Peter there. Then the second time alone. And there the stone came and there... Now I had it. The tower was already behind the window in the upper corner of the rock. The light-shine, from which we didn't know which room it was. As someone searched for it. Of course, the note-gay asked me for a favor. After I was dead, I was still in a hurry. I was not there. The light from a trash can, someone... ... had searched for something and didn't want to get any light. Anna, on the search after the morpheum...
...that was it. That must be it. When the afternoon of the next day was over... ... I never told anyone about the result of my work. First, I saw myself, sure and sure. I was scared by the park. He was beaten by the homeless patients. On the tower, she didn't even know. I was sure to be alone. I was standing up and had to go upstairs. Where was the light? The two were quite right. The second and third? Or the third and fourth? They were ten minutes away from me. I thought, I was going to start and get up. I didn't know that. I didn't know. The rock had to be there.
She was there. I wandered up and went to the hospital. Petra wasn't there. She was right in the entrance. I took my white coat to see the officers... ...and to see the signs of a little bit of the city. The door to the entrance was only closed. I was scared and I was scared by the door. On the desk, Maria saw Shwestern. And when she was walking with different colourful footsteps... ...she was walking on paper. Please, please. I'm sorry, I'm here in the Shwestern Maria's house. Oh, Dr. Bald, please. I didn't want to disturb you, but maybe you can tell me... ...where I wanted to find Dr. Bald. She was out of the house, I don't believe, four times. I'm sorry, Anruf. No, don't mind me. I'll see you later. Thank you. Please, Dr. Bald. I'm standing on the stairs and thinking about... ...how I could make a clear guess. Whether she was convinced.
Before her door was closed, she was surprised by the fingerswax... ...and the clopped. Please, please. I was just one and made a dine. The desk was on a oval table with a clopped lid... ...where she was a book, a blue vase... ...and a praline box. Which friends? You're one of them, colleagues. I'm already in there. Do you think this time will even start a business? I don't know, Mr. Anna. I'm sorry. But you sit down. Thank you. Do you want to hear a voice? Actually, before I had the things. But if she doesn't get anything, she'll get the voice. She doesn't. Quartro, Benedictine... ...or... ...flussy adricosen. I would say... ...all three are together. Fabulous. I'm also going to my recipe. She opened a small jar of food and put it in her bag.
She first started the bottle with Quartro. Two glasses of water. She spiked it out. And then she put it in. To the world, colleagues. To the world. From now on, you won't be afraid of me. A little less than a little bit of me. And I don't know. I was prepared. But I told myself. My father was aware of the old, white, medical, and personal. It's a bit of a dark feeling. Not only white, it's personal. She loves you. Hopefully, you're not only here. No, no, no. It's something else. That's why I love it. That I can talk to you here. It's... ...it's about our big story. Oh. Have you ever experienced something new? I... I don't know. I just fell in love with it.
Oh, yes. They make me curious. Can you remember how we both went together on the day of the night? On the second day after we arrived? Yes, of course. Can you remember what you saw there? Saw? Yes, here. On our window. On our... Here on the window? Yes, this one. I don't know what you mean. On the second day of this window, they were dark. They were shining on a light. A flashlight is open. It looks like someone was looking for someone in a dark room. Do you remember? Yes. Yes, really. We still think about the dark light. It was very important. And you wondered why you didn't hit your night flashlight? And then the light went away. And you were shot in a slush.
I didn't even know what you were talking about. How I knew. It's terrible. What should I do now? Why do you come back? Look, I have overflated my friends. Anna told us that at the evening, she was convinced that she could manage the deep darkness very quickly. We were just talking about it. Lampinkos said that. But I think something else. She had to have a certain suspicion. How now if she had a room here in the dark room with the flashlight? And that room was the one of your witnesses? You are a detective. You are waiting for her. I have to go in first. She was on the spot. She was holding the flashlight and going out. We were trying to give her a light bulb. Stop it.
Everything is a bit... Think about it. If you were to have a dark night flashlight, Anna thought about it. Then she had to be as quick as possible to instigate something to bring her to the dark room. And that was done. Now I wanted to find the room again in which she was probably looking for her. If she was really. Sure, but it's possible. It's possible. I put myself on the tower and started the house. But I couldn't find it out. I had to be on our side here. Of course I could have been a bit more active. But I was not sure. And I wanted to sit down with the tower to find out. We tried to identify the witnesses. What did they do? They didn't do that much as they did. I mean, it would be difficult for us to find out. We could have tried.
It doesn't matter to us. We have to get the police to the right. Did they tell you about their idea? No, of course not. I was so worried before I didn't have any knowledge. I'm not ready to give it to them. I'm so worried. I think everything is going to be fine. Anna had to be there at any moment. She knew to be a friend. She was looking for a flashlight. And what if she had just thought about it? That could be it. Besides, she said she would be in the way. Someone had to have thought about it. In an unexpected case, they would have found out. After all that, the suspicious and doctor Bergeus, the morpheus, the symptom, you and I, no, no, no, no, no, no. That would be a stupid case. Good. Then let us go to our common expedition and bring a last flight. Alkohol has heard that the combination is increasing.
A strange theory, but what about it? The little evening pass will then get us to our water. And if we can get the window over there, we give the commissar a tip. What if it's their window? Mine? Yes. Then I don't know if Anna or someone else could have tried. I have a lot of things to do with my life in my 15th life. She's not with me anymore. And I didn't believe that morpheus had that. Well, then it's all a bit better. When do we want to get up? If it's dark. Then the time-consuming tests are set again. We'll meet us upstairs. Good. Which room? We'll say, around 9. Around 9. I thought of a ring and wanted to invite another time, but I lied. We'll drink a little bit of dine and an apricot.
I started to feel like a sugar-thick. Everything was glued together. But I can still thank my chair. Thank you, Artich and Ging. The time is up to the evening, and it's slowly coming. I'm busy with the cleaning of the sugar from the room. I was asked to get the braise in my head and start to get ready and start to use it from me. What a great idea I should have come out of here. If I hadn't found the worn-out windows, how would we have them together? After so many days. I would recommend them. The food is done every week, as we always do for now. I was one of quick and quick food! I tried to do erasing expressions in the office as well.
A very young editor in the culture magazine for people. Once I waited for the Well, calm! In the beginning of the altar was her, I should be right, maybe so good, ever could have noticed that I was pregnant with him I was no longer meant to dress, I had sorrows I had ridden the second home�ed in behalf of it walls and located along the Patreon You had crossed, a bank in a fancy new mine it Спedутствently,
through the walls I had, sister and half- married and they have always essas you fool them sorry not God and of the day we have plenty Ju have that and give so long actually Yes, and I think I like the storm. I wonder if I've never met you again. On my flight. Oh, you know, I'm not always the same here. It's just that I'm going to be down there. Of course, you're right. Don't you go to the storm? No, not more, Doctor. Before, I was almost every evening, the evening was a nice view and a nice view. But I'm not the youngest anymore.
The heart knows it. And since this happened, it's with the upper chest and with the small finger. No. I can't do that anymore. Yes, I understand. A bad story. Ah, you said you've seen a lot of Doctor from the stag. Maybe you wanted to go to the storm too. No, it's not anyone else. Come to him. Thank you very much, Master Maria. And you're right, I'll be right through. When will Doctor come? Should I go there? No, no, no. If he comes, I'll meet you. Good night, Master Maria. Good night, Doctor. I'm going to take my way. A bit more, I'll be right back. I'm really sad that I didn't meet him again. Otherwise, why didn't you? And so often, I didn't go to this way at all. I reached the abyss to the storm, it was dark and quiet.
Only somewhere near the twilight, it was like... ... a step? ... a piece? A piece? It didn't go on. I'm still standing and looking. Nothing. I was standing on the roof. It was again. This time, I was standing on the roof. But... ... it was a step. If, at least, the storm again, or Master Maria had left her room and went back to the house. The storm made me nervous. I still have a doubt, but... ... I don't hear anything anymore. Then I was on the light. The storm, the storm,
nothing else. The smell of strength was still not there. Or... ... what if I were to think of you in the end? How do I... ... then I only need to write a statement for the psychiatry. A statement was decided. I was a little bit more sure of that. I had a gun and a gun for the storm. The pump and the light. I called the gas to the bottom platform. The lights from my time back to the 9th. I was thinking about whether I should wait here or... ... go up, then I said... ... then I said... One of the lights on the water tank was open. The cover was over, the dark open was free. It wasn't the light on the pump room. I knew it exactly, the lag was out.
Was it my thing to finish that thing? If it started raining today, the water would run with the leaves and all the trees in the water. I went to the light. Hopefully they didn't get stuck. If you had hurt more, you would'veenario on that. I found myself turning back on of a certain miles .... taking a cooler turn on my nose with a small-d in the cracks of my heart like a axe. I scyne my feet all over my look. I was on my foot before I had been putting outer Sonic around in his roast and 꽃's beard guy from behind my extremely
look at my hands and straight open my美國 in his chest I po have proved straight ...I come close and die in the fallen chair. Temporarily I burst into the river! Much worse now than now. I receive drugs in my body. Then presence for myself medicines. I had to be an unrealist with water. The last visit. A criminal game in four episodes, after the Roman titles of Hans Grohl. For the work of the fungmen, Hans Georg Berthold. The roles and their performances were
Dr. Johannes Bolth, a round-finger, made him a hero. Dr. Bierstein, a top-class, Dr. Bierstein, a top-class, a criminal, a criminal, Arnold Marquis. Dr. Edel Traut von Stagg, a city doctor, Alistair, a doctor of pink, a very high-class, a football player. Maria, a cranker, a clear rapist. A laborant, a partner, a professor of the pathology, Albert W. Noor. Dr. Randas, a doctor of health, a good teacher. Music Peter Schirman, Lise Lotte-Engstner, Ton Günther Gens, Assistant Rollfahrwald Kiefer, Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. They belong to a production of the famous violin with the best German background.
Music The last visit. A criminal game in four folktimes, after the same titles by Hans Grohl. For the work of the funk, by Hans Georg Berthold. Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. They heard the fourth and last folktimes today. Music I am no longer a child, no better swimmer, my ladies and gentlemen. And also my little visit with Peter at the Walze was not a sportly honor to me. She had a different motive. I thought of turning back with Wemut. I could think of it again.
But so far it was not yet. I had heavy worries and I was afraid to take my thoughts away. Besides, I still had the air. The water was cold. And I had to be deeply under the surface. First, I was so angry. Deep and equally. I was afraid to try to go through. How was it going? I was thinking that was the most important thing. I was worried about the light. On the side of the platform of this old tower, the roof was open. I was afraid to find it. When it started raining in the night, the weather was getting cold. The air was always in the water.
In the evening, the rain was getting cold. I was afraid to go through the night. How was the water going to get cold? Down in the house. After the rain. How did it get cold? The most important thing. How did I thank you that I was here later? That was still the case. More important, the school. They had to go down. I never believed that I would have to go through the life-threatening old towers to get over the house. I was afraid to go through the roof together with the head. The legs, the chair was frozen and frozen and I was completely free to give it up. I was on the first left, then it was right. It was as if the school wanted to get over the roof, but after three attempts,
it was even more. My summer train was light and from the thin layer. Now it was too heavy and it was cold and cold. I was again thinking about the tower, the water was holding its clothes to push the tail of the house. The smoke was heavy, and the power was getting stronger. I was in a hurry, to put the house down and to keep the jacket. That's how long it was. My paper was in the jacket. They wouldn't look at it. But I wanted to keep it and not think that I could not have needed it. The house was ready for the same difficulties as the snow-sensile. But I could better run and manage it. The train was closed, and I was on the other side. I was lying on the roof. That's how I could keep it
for quite a while. That was what I had to do. I was just not able to pass. I was a little bit afraid of my legs and legs. That was the end of the journey. So, one more time from the front. Someone had put me in the loop. Who had known my translation from the front of Stagge to make a new evening at the water tower? I met Maria on the way here. But no, it was shot out. I was afraid, otherwise. Someone who felt dead. We wanted to find a window and a house. Behind it we saw a light. A light from a flashlight. The evening was dead. Did you have a chance to see Morphe on the way and did you know where you had to look?
You were killed. How about Dr. Bergeus? How do you know? And now I should have been saved in the water of the clinic. I was afraid. I went back with the head against the stone and took the entrance of the monastery. It was cold and cold. I knew a weak light. The night sky looked in one direction. I was too far away. I was again scared. Maybe I could find a gap and a edge of a grip? Nothing. I was close to the inner wall. The tower was built through and in the middle of the building. I was surprised. But there was nothing here. I was scared back, and took the stairs. The stairs were in the outside wall. My teeth were covered with cold. Suddenly a hunter was caught.
A hint. It was a stone. But I knew. I saw my horse on. No panic. It had to be around the tree. He was in the pool of sugar. Of course he had to put the pool in. I heard the pump drying. If you had a lot of it. Then you had to come. I could have been saved. Illusion. I would rather see myself. Everything was still open. I took my horse back. Before. And the wall touched me. So far, arms and legs reached me. Nothing. Before I looked at the plethora, I was in the loop of the pump drying room. Now the corner came. A row wall of maybe three meters long. Mass and fear to go outside. I touched about a centimeter.
Then I reached my hand on metal. A grip. A cramped, empty, bogus, iron grip. Almost over the water level. Cold as from the deep culture. But I could climb. And where the grip was. There had to be more. A cool theory. But I went up. A spring length. Again an iron bag. Under water. In the same distance. I didn't want to go down. The air was too close. I stood up from the middle. And started up. I saw the water in the water. Good that I was the lake. I came with the right foot to the first grip. Then with the left. And I climbed up. Further. It wasn't going on. It wasn't going on. For that I had to go to the ice. A flat ice floor.
Aha. The stumps were at the bottom of the building to reach the ground. Up there. Up there. This ice door was in the station. Probably from the point of view. I touched the door. She was completely locked in and was building a flat with the stone wall. No rule. The structure was not open. The day was a strange idiot from the inside. He wanted to go out. Instead of outside. No. I always had the people. And I had to go out. Outside it was as hot as the water. Although the stone wall was less. From the summer evenings. The look was better than I knew. All three. And all were closed. My friend, Mordor, also had the people closed. She didn't even have a place to stay. A man. But it wasn't even a plan until now.
Nevertheless, a empty-handed infection of the upper airway. If I had a solution. He could reach his goal. Mewsam, when I came out of my jacket. When I was from the airport. I looked under the door. Then I started to cry with the cold hand. My legs and legs were warm. It was time for someone to find me. My ten steps on each other. As long as I wouldn't stay out anymore. Then. What was it? The pump? No. Shutter. Shutter on the platform. I'm sorry. Hello, Zination. The beginning of the end. I'm hiding the room and pressing the key. No. No, no.
Shutter. It was a shutter. Not on the platform. Out. And she wasn't close. Who was there? Who was there? At this time. It had to be ten steps. The... Mother? She wanted to convince her people. I had to go back to the water. The cold was in a lamp. She could see me. I knew. Or she wanted to help me out. And I was lonely. I wasn't there anymore. The shutter was standing on the stone. The visitor was on the stage. I got down to the water. If I could get up again. I thought I'd only be able to get up and down. She was on the platform.
To hear it. When she opened a hole, I knew. A lot of my jacket was on my back. No one could see her. But it was too late. My blood was in my eyes. But I couldn't get up. Only the half of the steps. Now from another direction. From the middle. Someone was standing on the stone. What did the mother want to do on the stone? Why didn't she come to look for the people? And to me? Or... It wasn't the mother. A later special guest. Someone from the personal. Someone who was in trouble. That was my last chance. I had to put everything on a card.
Up and down. On the stone door. My arm was in a slump. I climbed to the wall. I started to think of the right way. The stone door was slumped. I was shaking with all my arms. My body was on the stone. My blood was in my eyes. From... But... The stone came down. No doubt. I was screaming again. The stone was getting faster. He heard me. If it was about ten, at full darkness, someone had come and heard me. I was on my head. And waiting for the breath. And was happy. I heard the door to the dark room in their room.
Hello? Is there anyone here? Yes, here. In the water. They have to make the ice door. The ice door to the water. In the water, I was with the stone door. The ice door. What's going on? Peter. It was Peter. Their voice. So, you were waiting. Peter! I'm sorry. I wanted to drink water. You have to try to win. I wanted to sleep. So long I can see you. The ice door? Yes, I knew it. Now before you. Moment! Yes, I see!
Unfortunately, there was no girl who was born on this island. She asked nothing. I heard the noise and the door breaking. The door became lively. She vibrated. The metal was crumbling on metal. Then the ice door was filled with ice. Slowly, it was hard to hear. I saw it. And Peter's face. It was pointless. When I was the most beautiful red cap from the sea, my child was born on this island. You? We are here. Yes, my child. Moment! I was told the knife was behind the door. After Peter was born, I put my hands on the edge of the wall and tried to stand up. Peter packed me under the axles and threw me up, away from the water. I was talking to the building about the edge.
My legs were behind me. I didn't notice. Peter always told me to close the door and told me to go to the world. Well, I think we are still alive. But I don't understand anything. I have never heard of you sitting here. You are lying in the bathroom. You have to go down to bed soon. You can get the dead. That was your observation. What? Yes. No, I can't. I'm coming. I have to go down the cliff. I can go down the mountain. I'm coming. I'm coming. I don't know what you are doing. I didn't notice how I came home. Peter didn't say anything and asked me if she was just helping me. Then we were always in the room. So? And now the knife is out.
Now it's going. Yes, yes, yes. Where is the bathroom? In the hospital. Do you know my view of the country? Yes, I already have many views. I hope only you are. No, I don't know. My papers look like they would be filled with a bottle of ice. My hands and my underpants after the water, after the weather and the rain. But they don't get a fish out. I cook in the bathroom. Peter began to walk around me as a massager in Tokyo. The blood was distributed again in normal baths. But the showers still lie over my skin. And my feet only belong to me. Who is it? Oh, wonderful. Tell me, did anyone see us? I don't think so. I didn't notice anything. Why? Well, well. But you get the immediately wrong. You sleep now.
That's not possible. I have to call the nurse. Now, if something happens again and she didn't know my bathroom was going to fly, I don't know what she does to me. I only get something from her. Then we go down to our house. Well, nice, if you think it's not time. She looks like a whole family. Besides... What? Well, I can make a drop down. A drop? A drop. I have a drop down. 55% Where do you need it normally? Oh, well. I thought, if you're a boss, maybe you like the water. Or you're a friend. You're a pig. And you're already putting the water on. You're a beautiful dog. That makes the view of the drop. Profilax is the seal of medicine. So, and now with your hands and your dry house. I'm leaving. A king is about to give me the water. And it's dangerous on you. Five minutes later, I was ready.
I never believed that a dry wash could be a problem. I had a flannel hand and a pillow. For me, today, the evening was the first day. The water-dry was already as I was going down. And Petra even had a really nice, nice, glass-like bed. I'm ready. You should open the water. What's that? A drip tablet. I always take it. You'll always be in the back. Yes, but you'll definitely. And you won't see it. You said yourself. Profilax is the seal of medicine. I don't talk again. Petra is the root of the body in the bottle. It's the most painful and the blood of the soul. The water-dry and the blood of the soul. Take me to the nose. The water-dry. And now, behind it, the skin is gone.
When I go to the cold, I'll go to the hot water. And now I tell you, I finally want to know how you've been doing. I'm drunk. And Petra told me about the evening. She's listening to me without me. Then she saw me on a bicycle. You're quite sure it was like that? You're not supposed to be. I'm not. I saw you on my room. But you're not the same. I was just curious. I thought, well, how did you get to the cold water? I'd let you go to the hot water. Just to sleep. I thought, maybe, it's important. I didn't think you'd be there. I wouldn't have been a pig. No, you're right. Do you see the strong one? I didn't see him all day. I want to know what happened to him.
When I go to the cold water, he'll call the doctor. Well, we'll see you tomorrow. Before the next god, I'll try to get it out of here. Otherwise, I'll be right through a door. And if he's already asleep, he'll be... What's the matter? What's the matter? I went to the animal room to the phone. Peter was sitting next to me, so close that he could hear. No, he's not. No, he's... He's not here. He's just trying to make it worse. He has to be here at this time. But it was a bit late. I told him everything as soon as possible. My hour in the water was almost over. As he had earned it. Interesting, are you happy? Yes, I'm happy.
I just wanted to see him immediately. I don't know when he'll come out again. I'll be back in a few days before we arrive. Did he say that in the morning? Yes, he said that. Why? He's been looking for so many of my steps. Maybe he'll take a little piece of our way. He should finally find the murderer. He's running around. You know that you're in danger. I forgot everything. He went next to me. He'll come next time. You're ready to come. Don't ask too much. Come on, let's get in. I forgot something important. What's that? It's fair. You have to be at the very end of your life. Before you go to the kitchen and talk to the second person I wanted to do something new. I always had a strong name after the bath. Then you had to make a psychoanalyse.
That's a funny idea. I lived as a new born after the daily cleaning and I bought the kids' sister. And here she has a message in my room. You want to keep it a secret? Yes, I do. I want to take the form-like shower shower from the room in a real form. You don't talk again? Think that I'm cold. My name is Johannes. And how do you call it? Patrine. I killed the blue-heist Grocchi under and kissed her constantly. She didn't have anything to do with it. When the door opened from the floor we were happy to be together. Oberaert's beer-stone stood in the door. You were like that when I was in the mood. And I didn't even know the smell. Did you have a birthday? I had a birthday party. That's very funny.
But do you always feel warm when you drink? I come to see you in front of me. Do you want to have a Grocchi? Very nice, girl. It's a comfortable time to have a private company but I drink with you. Did you work? Only for my pleasure. I build my camera to know if you want to show it. If it's done, it's very new. There are not even the yaps in the back. Patent Reif? Very certain. If it's as loud as I think. Cheers! Cheers! Oberaert's beer-stone. Hopefully you'll see tomorrow what your röre is. We're going to sleep now. But I'm sure everyone will see me. Oberaert's beer-stone. Good night. I was waiting until he was out and his shrieks were closed. Then I saw Peter.
Do you think you know? You? Me too. Do you want to see him again? I still have a life. I don't know. I can't imagine that. He was the idea that Dr. Berios was about to be born. Do you think he would tell us about it if he was a hero? Maybe he would like to think about it as you thought. A mysterious story. A story. Our bottle was quickly turned to fire. I was very happy to hear. And outside I was very happy. How did you get it now? This question can be asked at the right time. What are you looking at? It's going to be quite a bit of a bit of a surprise. The journey has a double-sided new monies with the excitement of the fourth and the third death
of the whole journey. Come on, it seems to be the next band. Men shouldn't give alcohol. I drink the rest alone if I don't give a proper outcome. So how is it going? A bit more free. Is that true? Yes, that's true. What I needed was a warm bottle. Maybe. I didn't have that. I thought, maybe you were. What really hit me so much? It didn't come at all. It was just a small conversation. Is this man dead and then something like that? She ran away with the drinking party. We went up and said good night. Right for me. I was shocked. A fourth hour later I lay down under my blanket. I was warm and thought of the cold water up in the sun.
And the unbearable woman in the woman. Then Peter came. Very smooth. But only half an hour? Yes. But it was a good end. Sometimes people laugh at the door. I didn't laugh. I know. You have my advice. Shit. I forgot the death, the tower, the water, the cold. And it was just happy. What do you think? And three things. First of all, I was able to get over it. Second, as the final confirmation, the power of the power if you are the EFW in your own institute
as assistant in business and third. How do I know my house is drinking water in the water? You can try it. What? The water? I think you have built a lot of an application. The moon was now brighter outside. The silky-like stone was shining on the ceiling and the tower was a bright light on the door. Just above the blade and the lock. I followed the light with my eyes and said, how the blade was very long in small, thick red, moving to the bottom. Someone wanted to try. I looked at Peter and looked at my eyes and looked at the moon. Then I heard the sound of the door. We didn't hear our own voice anymore. Peter was very quiet.
It was as if we were in China and people a special scene. The blade was the deepest point in the world. She was there for four or five seconds. I felt like the door was pushed in. Then the blade went up again. Unhurved and calm. How did she get in touch? The moon was a piece of stone. It was very close. You know that you have lost your second life today. I have not closed it yet. Today is the first time. Of course. Who is it? Someone who has hurt from me. Who is it? Because if you had the moment to stand up and the door was open, we would know. Do you want to do it? No.
I would also like to say, the broken blade was sitting. It was just as I thought. When a morning comes, no G's. No G's can be around 11. He was reading the letter on Peter when I was in my dark room. She was looking at me and looking at me. Good morning, doctor Volt. I hope you have a moment for me. Yes, sure. Do you know? Not yet. Fine. You are on the same request. With Pylmannich. I have already called Groc. Of course, you could have better. When are you ready to leave here? That will not take long. Three more times. Three more times. 20 minutes. Very nice. I wanted to introduce the ladies of the earth. Please, please, to support me with the tone.
Again a line game in cinema? No, something similar. But it will not take long. They will eat you. That's what I see. I will be 12 at the top, although I am still in the last train at the home. I still need to get out of the room. Of course. You were with the doctor of Stakka. Did you say that? Yes, we wanted to see this window. We can do it here. Good. Then I don't want to take it long. Until then. Come on, I'll tell you. Yes. There was something else. I hear it. Tonight. I was too late. I could have known my door in the morning. There. Someone was there. He wanted to go in. The blade went down. Very slowly and slowly. After the swimming pool. So? After that, yes. And you didn't dream? No, no, no. I was just waiting. And then? Nothing. I closed it. The blade was again lost. That's all. Who is possible?
Do you mean that a lady? No. I closed it. I thought it would be the only one who has also fallen into water. Maybe. How late was the time? I can't say that, but it must have been after a while. After my hang-up, I was asleep. And after the walk. Yes. So I had to know. I had no idea. No, I had to go to the night to see if I had to do a visit. That was better. What else? Nothing. Good, doctor. Then I was waiting for you at the top of the world. He was from the window, to the tower. He was smiling, happy and he went out. He was almost with Peter in the door. He could come back. Well? We can continue, madam. What did he want from you? Not much. He just invited me to climb the tower with him. The other academic too. You can't look from here.
And what do you want from there? I don't expect that. I also have a door-climbing ring. But only from the ring. The roof of a dam. I can't speak. But she was a leader. And she looked very nice. I was still in the office. I was in the office. Then I was out. I took my jacket and went. In front of me, in between the streets, I was doing the colleague pinkos. I was just waiting. I have been waiting here for so long. I have never been to the tower again. Who would come to take me here today? You have to be here somewhere else. We were already there. Can't hear the sound of the dead. Where did the high air go? I'm not the owner, colleague. And today the middle has a grey hole. Hopefully, it won't let us down the road again. If you have grey holes.
If you have to wait for that, we'll have to wait. You see it there? On the tower. It's going to be one of those people. And do you think the owner knows? Maybe he does. I don't. I have too much to say, my son. We don't care about the black sand, but we're going to the tower and stick to the platform. I was on the look of the light, who I had so incredibly disappointed. On the window we heard the voices of the top. I was shocked by the pink in the morning. Following from the stack, we were standing and looking at the sky. We were completely. My lady. I hope you forgive me for the heavyness of this road. I came here early today, but I can't help but feel that Dr. Bolt is with the school. He called me last night. He had a new, a rare experience.
Not very funny. He was here, but he didn't come here. One of the lights on the water was open, and on the platform of the tower. He wanted to close it. He was knocked in there, without the driver to get to know him. Was that so? Yes. He wanted to. Why didn't you tell him? At the moment he was angry, I wanted to end the story quickly. Dr. Bolt swam around a village, and then he found the light of these abandoned crates. He could hold on to it. His assistant, Fronan Radis, was too much to be told to him. He could be noticed, and he came out of the door with his help. If the story is true, I'll take you to the cemetery today. I'll take care of Dr. Pinkus. She's true. He was talking to Fronan Dr. Bolt, who was a strong doctor. About nine.
Was she here, Dr. Bolt? Yes, I was here. When? I think I was a little confused. It was maybe for a new one. I can't say exactly. Dr. Bolt didn't come. I waited for a while until... ...it took ten minutes. I went down again. If I had known... And you didn't notice anyone on the way here? Or down again? No, nobody. Did you see an open hole? No, I didn't. I didn't notice it. It was dark. And you didn't even notice Dr. Bolt? No. I was busy with the first time to find out where I could stay. And besides, I didn't have any changes. I didn't notice anyone here. Outside? Yes. Outside the hospital, which was to be held to the bathroom. Would you tell us about a doctor from which reason Dr. Bolt was accused?
Yes, I know. On that day, as the former professor of the Anadien-Ferlusthus Morphioms reported, we were both Dr. Bolt and I here on the tower. On the evening. And you were accused of a mildly mildly cough, two fenced-ups. Probably because of his pashin lamp. My colleague Bolt said, the former professor could have been in this room after the Morphioms had been served. She had been treated like a priest. She was the one who was the one. But she couldn't remember what fenced-up was. She was waiting for me to see her with her together. That's all. Thank you, doctor. Here in my business, you will have to admit that Dr. Bolt's rightful experience was immediately accused of a serious crime. The professor actually had a certain suspicion and tried to find a certain target. She didn't find the Morphioms. Because she was in the meeting with him and he was immediately accused of a serious crime.
The professor was accused of a serious crime. Even so, as Dr. Bolt was accused of a serious crime. Because his case was dangerous for the teacher. I'm not sure, but maybe it's enough to find the wrong window. Please, please, come in and see. We were waiting for our heads to the house. Noo went to his arm with a wide-open motion. Behind one of the fans he was wearing a very light-like face, which was also in the middle of the sun. I told him, the fan was almost in the middle of the front. It was the seventh of the right end of the house that was seen here in the upper part of the house. The lamp was written a few times. I've got one of my daughters with a strong fan who was arrested and arrested after a while and was in the middle of the house. I hope you don't get the wrong view of this crime. I don't know if anyone of them is in the middle of the house.
But now he's in the middle of the house. That's Bolt's room. No, it's not a bathroom. Are you sure? Absolutely. You can see it. The doctor has the room on the corner. One of his fans goes out and one goes to the back. That's our direction. That's the first one of the right. Then the doctor comes with two fans and then Bolt with two. And then I, of course. Are you also this view, doctor Bolt? I... I've never done that before. But it seems to me that it's true. Was the light of the famous evening of this fan? I don't think so. I'd like to go further to the right to the corner. Before the doctor? I think the last one was so short. But yes, it could be further behind. So, then wait for it. My colleague is now going to the window of my page and from the room to the room. Yes, but if everyone tries to get through, I'm sure it's better.
No, go up the hand again. The light is gone. It's time to get a few seconds. Then Bolt is behind the next window. My room. No, doctor Bolt. It's a room, but I mean, it was further behind. It's really hard to say. Maybe the next one. I don't know. The lamp is still there. My second fan. Then the room is full of dust, in which I had the door closed. Please, please. A damn scary woman comes and says, that's the first or the next. I can't say it. I think it was like Dr. Bolt said. That or that before. So, with him, the most angry or with him, Bolt, it's not much different than usual. What do you mean? One of these two. Which one can I say no more? With safety, not the last fan. From Dr. Bierstein. With safety.
Then we have to assume that the upper-shape in the room of Dr. Bolt or in the room of Dr. von Stachgesucht. Maybe a certain possibility that Dr. Pinkus is always present that she is really done. I can't help it. It seems to me that everything seems to me a little bit to the hair. Wait, a moment, Obergadzt. I assume that we have not yet come much further. But maybe something different helps us. Every of them has a fan of his own room or not? Yes, but... Dr. Pinkus was also friendly to give us the task of the room. She had the without a doubt that everything was possible. Or if you work here for so long, it's not a secret. She too, Fr. Dr.? Yes, of course. But she was never found out by now. Dr. Bolt. I'm from the village of Im. I was here the first and second day. That's crazy. Only with him, Fr. Dr. she had certainly known which is to be brought to mind.
So how did she even know that? I was several times the one who came to ask. Yes, yes. Dr. Bolt told me that she had asked this evening if the wolf was the one who saw the light shine. She said that she had no idea. Although she said no idea. The light shine must have been in her room or in both her bedside. It's probably unlikely that a woman who has been working for a year for her own fan of her own. A man can do that. A woman doesn't know. She knows every move. Every flower on the fan's side. And she knows who is right and who is left from her and who is at the other end of the world. But she had no idea. From that point on, you could conclude that she knew exactly what the light shine was. It was her room. Fr. Dr. von Stack. But I really... Why should you be in my room? We have to bring things together. Dr. Bolt told him yesterday
about his idea with the fan. Only him, Fr. Dr. was not here. Instead, he was thrown through the air into the water. Maybe they weren't already up and waited for him. They waited on the upper chest and the lower chest was in the air. But Fr. Dr. Absood... She opened the air and she was really scared. Dr. Bolt wanted to end it. If she hadn't done it, she would have been punished for her. And I was hoping that she would have another surprise for her. I really had to let that happen. Over time. We wanted to do everything as a hypothesis. We took the idea to be dangerous for her. When the fan actually found out again. So they had to be under it. Fr. Anna really had a chance to see her room after the morphe. She could only not know that she would look at her own head. She had to wait for the bed.
She always waited for everything I told her about. Of course, she knew what she meant. Fr. Anna was surprised that she could have managed to get as quickly as possible. So she didn't have anything else to be convinced of. She went to the dark and set the pump up. She was sure that Anna would come. And she came. She took the room. Up at the hatch, she stood. The stone was already locked. She had to just help her and let her fall in the right direction. I'm sorry, this un-reliant excuse me. A moment, Doctor. Herr Kommissar, do you really want to prove that? Please let me bring my theory to the end. We can still see if I can see her. I'm going to stay here. Fr. Anna was dead. She didn't find the morphe. Now she was convinced that the condition of the patient is very serious. She started after the last function. At the same time, I had the flash with the streptomycin, with which we were treated.
The patient was overwhelmed. Thank you for the explanation of this morphe. He had the right one case. Morphium intralumbal. This time, he saw a star in the ring who was going to die with the medication. She wanted to see Dr. Bolte in the dark and spoke to him through the light room. Luckily, she was able to see the story after the accident. Dr. Bolte had played the patient on the screen. A patient from her station, Fr. Doctor. I heard that the doctor had often seen the light and that she had often done it. She came with her patients as a ringer at Dr. Bolte. She heard the story. That was also the ringer's scar. If it wasn't for her, Morphium would have had the streptomycin gone. She had asked for reasons and that she could be a pain. The motive of the murder
was completely dark. Until we were able to see the star that the patient was also dead. And my motive was to die, Dr. Bergeus. They found her without doubt. I assume that this is a big difficulty. I'll come back soon. My hypothesis is that if everything is so unfulfilled, as I was also guilty, then I'd like to give you the last experience of Dr. Bolte. You want to go completely safe. Love a more mortal than the smallest thought moment. I'll take you to your window and be right back. As soon as you were able to see Dr. Bolte and Fr. Radis from the tower came up to you. He lived. That was unfulfilled. And in the same night someone tried to drink his room. He really had closed the door. Do you want to tell us what you want to see? I don't want to tell you anything.
It's all completely ridiculous. Are you really ready now? Not yet. Finally, all the emotions were gone. Maybe it was. But it's not the beginning. We miss the motive to death to Dr. Berges. Please, please, give us the whole beautiful theory. We had to ask which arts brings a patient around. Why? In case of Dr. Berges we have to seek the most likely motive. Money is a cheat. Although we could have been a doctor of course, but the teacher could not be the reason for my research. They are asking the doctors to take care of it. It must be something that we should be back. We had to see Dr. Berges at the clinic. We did. We were convinced that Dr. Berges
was a patient. He didn't only tell us what he was saying but also about a patient of the doctor. He was a private patient and he was an unneemable believer. Correct. But heart. And unappetizing as we told his companion he was also a patient of the doctor of the doctor. He was also a patient of the doctor of the doctor of the doctor who made it possible to to avoidоже. At least by one stab him thought in a wrong way. He had brave 心. He expected the difficulty as he suffered autism 밝. He was a doctor
absolutely attacked. He went through various conditions. On the right hand side of Staggart they had very Coordinates in the office, so between the That's why she was still a young girl. He had a father. He wanted the land, the wild. He wanted me. He just gave me the credit. He had my father in the hand. And when he didn't get what he wanted, he took it.
That's all it was. Two of them had to wait for Bergeus Mildewald. He didn't do it. A year later he met Tuberkulose. A hearing aid came into him. He was treated. His condition improved. I thought he would put him here in this two places, where the doctor of the village worked. He had no idea. And he couldn't know that someone wanted to get rid of him. After so many years. I had him killed. And I would do it again. We were like idiots. The village moved. Between me and Pinkos was a luck. I wanted to attack him, but I couldn't catch him anymore. But after a little swim with me had a body of accomplice about him, I found anotherр Ukrainian monkey. While we were still savory in the begins.
But this might make the children ofそれ impore. In order to the other kids, why was it so good to have an ever-meaning heart? It relched my heart to these forgetful pigs there. The arms are separated. Still. We are the knights of your kingdom. Then the first one is on. Nothing more. I'll let you go. We'll go down. No one will save us. The tower is back. I knew I would step back. And then... ...not alone.
She heard the last visit. A criminal game in four episodes, after the Roman titles of Hans Kuhl. For the work of Hans Georg Berthold. The roles and their performances were... ...Dr. Johannes Bolth, a Rondgenfach-Arzt, made the hero. Petra Radis, a Rondgen assistant, Petra from the island. No Gs, a criminal commissar, Arnold Machke. Dr. Bierstein, a Robert Arzt, to the king. Dr. Pinkus, a Lungenfach Arzt, from Bolman. Dr. Edeltroud von Stagg, a station's doctor, Ali Streff. Music Peter Schirman, Schnitt, Lise lotte enxner, Ton Günter Gens, Assistenz Rolf Harald Kiefer. Regie, Friedhelm von Peterson. She heard a production of the famous Berlin Center with the best German Rondfunk.
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