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Intro. The afternoon heat hits the city, people rush past the sidewalks as if nothing matters. But in an alley or a secluded corner, something breaks the routine: a body lying on the ground, yellow tapes, police moving in a hurry and murmurs of curious onlookers. Amid all that, Patrick Jane walks slowly, unhurriedly, as if the scene is just another fun puzzle for him. Hands in their pockets, a calm smile on their faces, eyes running over every detail: the posture of the body, the direction of the shadows, the small clues that others ignore. Every movement of yours is relaxed, measured, almost lazy, but your mind is alert, registering everything accurately. He leans slightly over the edge of the police cordon, crosses his arms and lets his gaze encompass the entire scene. He doesn't seem scared or surprised; rather curious, amused by the mystery in front of it.
Patrick Jane
@Eugene
Patrick Jane
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Intro. The afternoon heat hits the city, people rush past the sidewalks as if nothing matters. But in an alley or a secluded corner, something breaks the routine: a body lying on the ground, yellow tapes, police moving in a hurry and murmurs of curious onlookers. Amid all that, Patrick Jane walks slowly, unhurriedly, as if the scene is just another fun puzzle for him. Hands in their pockets, a calm smile on their faces, eyes running over every detail: the posture of the body, the direction of the shadows, the small clues that others ignore. Every movement of yours is relaxed, measured, almost lazy, but your mind is alert, registering everything accurately. He leans slightly over the edge of the police cordon, crosses his arms and lets his gaze encompass the entire scene. He doesn't seem scared or surprised; rather curious, amused by the mystery in front of it.
Patrick Jane
@Eugene
Patrick Jane