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 After a while I was put in a police car and taken to the police station. The police officer was treating me like a criminal. They made me sit on a wooden bench and got busy with their own work. Probably an investigation was being conducted in this regard. I sat on this bench for one and a half hours. My condition had worsened. Then I saw two constables coming towards me. They put their arms around me

He was caught and taken to the police officer's office where he sat behind a table drinking a cold drink

was working from He said to me looking at me with sharp eyes. " Killer ..

Terrible killer .... I started looking at the police officer with cold eyes.

Yes! Wouldn't it be better if you tell the details about yourself now? As far as we know, that flat belonged to a girl who is of Iranian origin. The girl's

What's the name?" Iron Ferien. I replied. Very good. What's your own name?"

Mansoor "I replied. What was your relationship with a very nice girl? Where is she now? I don't know."

She is my friend."

Content?"

It means that she has gone without telling me." Who was the person you killed? And the reason for your enmity with him? I did not kill him. The killer was another person who came with him and the girl. I was looking for. Immediately a new idea arose in my mind and I immediately implemented it.


Tell me honestly."


The girl was my acquaintance sir, I met her in Istanbul. Apparently she had a good character. But actually she wanted something else from me. I was staying in a hotel. He offered me to come to his flat and a few days ago I came to his flat. If you want, you can find out this from the people living around the flat. The girl's preoccupations were unknown to me. Later he told that a person named Fasahat Khatri is his enemy and wants to kidnap him. He did not tell the reason. However, I was a friend to him. So I never interfered in his personal affairs. At that time these two persons came to the flat. The other man seemed quite dangerous. Both of them also had pistols. They pointed the pistol at me and started asking me for information about the girl. Can you believe I didn't know where he was? But that dangerous man got angry and fired at me with a pistol. I shielded that person just for protection. Molly hit him and after that he fired several shots in succession. My own pistol is in your qibla. Take a review! Not a single shot was fired from it. "All reviews will be taken. By the way, your story is wonderful. Your documents are available from the flat, along with your baggage. You have arrived here from Iran.

"Yes."

Very well, are you also Iranian?"

I have been crying in Iran for a long time. But actually I belong to a country

"What did you do in Iran?"

"Nothing. That's it! I am a tourist. My stay in Iran was a bit long. You can guess from my papers." But your food does not talk about before Iran. ok ok They will also be checked. But now tell me the real thing " The real thing is nothing else. The license of this pistol was not found from your papers or from your clothes. This pistol

Where did you get it from?" The girl gave it to me. He said that I should also be armed to protect him from enemies. Bus! I don't know anything other than that. "Look friend, you are creating problems for yourself. It is better to tell the truth. So that we too can avoid confusion." Don't know. Better if you have

"If you have sources, you can get information."

What do the words mean? He signaled to the constables and after a few moments I was ushered into the lock- up. I took a deep breath and locked myself in. It seemed impossible to get rid of it. Now I will be tried for the murder of a man and I will not be able to present any proof of my innocence. Nothing happened. What did I do? A name used to remain in my mind. In Ra ... wretched Ra Amman who darkened my future. Considered Abilities were left with this problem. Otherwise, he would have thought that Ra has not done anything against me. If Sensa was really Raza Tahiri's partner as she said, even trying to sell the diamonds would have been very scary for me and I would not have succeeded. But I hated the very name of Raees. Bus ! I did not understand the main reason for this hatred. The only thought that remained in my mind was that Rama has imposed itself on me for no reason. If it wasn't for that, I would probably be in Egypt right now and somehow find a way for myself. He kicked me out. Only he.

I was sitting in Lock Ap. Two, two and a half more hours passed. There was a wire outside and there was silence. The door was unlocked and the soldiers who opened the door motioned me to the inspector. But surprisingly, they did not come with me. I opened the door and reached the inspector's room. The same inspector who was sitting saw me and stood up politely. Oh Mr. Farooq Baig Farooq Baig! Please come. How

Good luck coming? I saw the inspector's face with surprise. He was starting to look a lot more polite. m my name

I know . Who doesn't know you, Mr. Farooq Baig? Please stay tuned. I would have been telephoned. I would have attended myself.” I don't know if Inspir was mocking or making fun of me. Or he could not see properly at night. I stood looking at his face worriedly. If you stay, tell me, do you have any work for me?"

"Yes, yes, yes," he said without hesitation. Any service worthy of me?” No thanks. I just want to go out. "It came out of my mouth uncontrollably.

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It is perfect. "So who stopped you?" replied the inspector. And then he hurried out from behind his desk. "Let me let you out." Nothing was understood. The inspector came out of his office with me and then left me twice.

where is your car Shall I provide a police jeep?

No thanks! I will leave. I said controlling my airborne mind. If there is any service worthy of me, please come. The inspector said and I walked towards the door without a cloud.

I had a feeling that some soldiers would come running from behind and I would be arrested for escaping from the lock- up. When I got far away from the police station, I realized that the situation was really the same as it felt. But suddenly, how did I become a Farooq? Was the inspector misunderstood or was Farooq Baig coming to him? But that's my case

used to deliver I was accused of murder and could not be treated so carelessly. After walking a little distance, I picked up the pace and started running. This was the idea that if the inspector realized his mistake, then the police jeeps would run after me. I didn't want to be in their mess anymore. Didn't even know about Iron Ferien, which hotel he was staying at? And turning flat meant that I was tightening the noose around my neck. So there was no question of going to the flat. After coming out far enough, he examined what he found. He was well dressed. So, after that, only a hotel could be searched for. But whatever happened

It was, he was somehow not understanding. At least it was night time. But the day and night service of the hotels continued. So I got a room on the second floor in a mid- range hotel. Heart and The God of the mind was Hafiz. Till now I could not figure out why the inspector played this funny joke on me. After a thorough inspection of my hotel room, I plopped down in a comfortable chair. He was trying to convince Dil that what was happening was not a dream. I am waking up and as soon as I wake up I am blessed to get rid of Lock Ap. Of course! There are many things that are not understood. I was hungry though. Stomach condition was not good either. But due to fear, he could not even ask for anything for himself at that time and put his hand on his stomach and went to Mashari. I placed both hands under my spinning head. I don't know how long I was lying in this world. Then he changed his crotch and tried to sleep. There was nothing to be understood, to be considered. What happened was a strange spectacle. I do not know when the goddess of sleep became kind to me and took all my worries till morning

Delivered from The merciless rays of the sun entered through a skylight and hit the eyes directly, and the eyes opened to feel its harsh sting. I immediately changed my place. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was ten o'clock. How long would the sun wait?

get up I looked at the surroundings and remembered the events of the night..... I turned my tongue over my dry lips and looked at the closed door. Bus ! It was feared that the police would arrive soon. For God's sake! I was caught in what punishment? How should I try to find iron ferrine? This poor person should have informed me on the telephone that he is staying in which hotel?

Anyway, he sat on the comfortable chair and then nervously pressed the room service button. I had already ordered breakfast when the waiter came. But as long as the waiter remained in the room, I watched his face lest he should begin to stare at me suspiciously. It is possible that my picture will be printed in the morning newspaper. As an escaped murderer As time went by, my worries lessened. No one recognized me as a proud murderer. But still the situation demanded that I be confined to my room in the hotel. The police inspector did not know what had gone wrong, on the basis of which he called me as Farooq Baig and gave me an opportunity to come out. But very soon he must have realized his misunderstanding, and whatever happens after that, less

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I spent the whole day in the hotel room and was haunted by disturbing thoughts. There was no question of establishing contact with Iron Khairin. I don't know in which hotel she was staying. By the way, in the statement I gave to the police inspector, I told the story of iron ferrin and eloquence. It is possible, that story will cause some harm to Iron Ferien. But what could I do? I am a troubled person myself

was

Had a light meal at night too and went to bed. A strange crisis was riding on the mind. No recipe was being understood. Living in Istanbul was now very worrying for me. Because apart from Raza Tahiri, the police also fell in my circle and anyway I had no experience of the police. This time, if it falls into the hands of those people, even the smallest effort will be completed.

The trap did not come correctly. The eye would blink and then startle with terror. It felt like someone knocked on the door, but this time it wasn't a knock. Rather, this arc appeared just above my head and was so prominent that I could not call it an illusion. I sat up in terror. Nga Hain went towards the door, but the door was still closed from inside, and the dim light of the blue bulb was spreading in the room. Then how is this sound? I felt a shadow over my head and I turned around in fright. But there was no one at Mushari's head. A small black tripod was very close to Mushari and me on the tripod Felt something drifting. Whereas before this tripod was empty. The first thing was probably a piece of paper. I looked at it with wide eyes. The paper was coming from the writing wind. But this paper was not here before. I got up and turned on the bright light. Then I started looking at that paper. But it was not a paper. Rather, a large packet was kept and on top of it the paper was placed under a small paperweight. My memory or sight could not deceive me. Of course I had seen this paper before. I approached him and picked up the paper. The next moment my heart started beating in a strange way. I had read a similar writing on a similar paper before. And it was from Rice. My eyes became hard as stones. Comments I thought with a deep breath. Anyway! You should read this article. I opened the fold of the paper and started reading the writing..

Stubborn man! If you are stuck in trouble, your stubbornness will surely become death for you if I do not watch over you day and night. Listen! Like Iran, you have increased the number of your enemies in Istanbul too. Is it your fault or not? You know better. But very soon the police will be on your way. The Turk whom you killed was definitely with Raza Tahiri. But the big man he belongs to, that big man, at least, won't leave you alive in Istanbul. Even if the police can't arrest you, that person will definitely find you through his men. Better get out of Istanbul before they start looking for you. I could not do anything more for you than that by throwing dust in the eyes of the police inspector I made you Farooq Baig instead of Mansoor. Even the angels of the police inspector do not think that the person who came out of Lock Ap and reached him, was Mansoor. A murderer, I have helped you in the meantime, that this packet contains Bulgarian currency, papers for you, which will help you cross the border.