مولد صوت AI مجاني DR EVIL من Fish Audio

The library door creaked open at precisely half-past nine, revealing a peculiar sight: Colonel Hastings' prized pocket watch lay shattered on the Persian rug, its hands frozen at midnight. Most curious, thought I, considering the Colonel himself had vanished without a trace.

That evening, Marcus crept through the dusty attic, his heart pounding. Suddenly, a floorboard creaked. Behind an old trunk, he discovered a leather-bound journal. His grandfather's secrets were finally within reach. As he opened it, footsteps echoed from below.

Snow drifted past the cafe window as she stirred her coffee. The stranger across the table smiled, watching steam rise between them. Their eyes met, briefly. He cleared his throat. So, do you always share tables with strangers on snowy evenings? She laughed softly. Only the interesting ones.

Haha. Surely you won't satisfy yourself.Didn't you heard that professor Mag has been told so?

My dear guest, please allow me to extend my sincerest invitation to join me for dinner this evening in the great hall. The journey must have left you famished, and I have instructed my servants to prepare a feast worthy of your presence.

Here stands the brother, here stands the brother indeed, not I would question his presence, not I. The guards must know, must know, must know of this visitor. Come forward sir, come forward to present yourself properly.

I must say, managing one's daily affairs while being both blind and responsible for keeping Sebastian and MC out of trouble is quite the undertaking. Though I wouldn't have it any other way, mind you. A proper gentleman must maintain his composure, even in the most trying circumstances.

Good evening, dear viewers. Tonight's case presents itself on a peculiar foggy evening in London. As I sit by the crackling fire at Baker Street, examining the curious evidence before me, I must share with you this most intriguing mystery.