Inspector Fulvio Marchi was thrown out of bed by a phone call.
- Hello ... - Said with his mouth mixed.
A man from Central Park the other end. - Inspector Marks, excuse me for now. It was found a corpse in Via San Giusto, near the old school ...
Fulvio was now fully awake. - I'll be right - said interrupting the man. Hung up before he could tell the rest. He knew that area of \u200b\u200bthe city. His grandchildren Sara and Leonardo had attended the school nearby and still lived in that neighborhood with his parents.
He flung himself into the bathroom and washed and shaved. He took the closet a blue shirt and a gray jacket light, best suited to spring temperatures. He checked the gun was loaded and inserted into the holster after it tied around his shoulder. He took the wallet from the bedside table and the badge and puts them respectively in the pocket of his trousers and the jacket.
He was leaving the apartment when he remembered he had forgotten the keys. He went back inside and stood in the hall.
"Where the hell I put them?" He thought.
He moved the magazine from the table, lifted the couch cushions, but to no avail. He tried to remember what he had done the night before.
- Pizza - said. He went to the kitchen and found the pizza box on the table. All 'internal borders there were still charred and crunched. He lifted the box and found a bunch of keys.
smiled to himself and thought that this was one of many signs of the lack of a woman in his life.
Fulvio When reached via San Giusto was nine and a half. A group of police investigations had defined the place with tape, while two others a little 'more distant kept the curious away.
- Good morning, inspector marks - greeted him an agent and low fat.
- 'Day - Fulvio said as he sipped coffee in a plastic cup - What do we have?
- This is a man. E 'charred.
Fulvio crumpled up the glass and asked: - Who did you find?
- A woman wearing while walking the dog.
- Have you already interviewed?
- Yes, said he was bringing the dog in the grass ... got what. Suddenly she noticed that something was wrong and found the body.
Fulvio looked at the ruined school in front of the garden. The building was damaged in a fire about four years ago. Luckily there were no casualties or injuries: the institute was empty. The investigation did not reveal who set fire, or why they were made and further work to restructure and fit for use re-establishment. Since then spread rumors about damn school and misfortunes that led to all who approached. Perhaps the poor man died it was a test.
- We go to the body - said the inspector.
The two men approached the body lying on the ground. The policeman handed the inspector marks a pair of plastic gloves. Fulvio put them on and lifted the cloth that covered her body.
"Certain things you get used to never" thought Fulvio.
The body, which could be distinguished with difficulty the men's appearance, it was totally charred. His face was sickening. Meat it was all burned and it was impossible to identify the facial features.
- There are no matches or traces of flammable material - the policeman said, while the other carefully examined the dead.
- Have you found anything else? - Asked Fulvio.
- Yes - said the policeman. He motioned to a colleague to come closer. The third man joined the two with a bag in his hand. - It 's the only evidence we have.
Fulvio took the plastic bag in his hand. Inside was a form of terra cotta-colored brick, with the top two holes for the eyes. It was made to cover the entire face of the wearer.
- was the victim's face? - Fulvio churches.
- No, it was next to the corpse.
- The medical examiner says what?
- not yet arrived inspector.
- After examining the body that you call the scientific analysis of both the body and the mask - ordered.
- It inspector.
- Please do not bring anyone. Any new element arises let me know. Are central. - Drop the bag with the mask to the policeman and walked away.
At one forty p.m. Fulvio was sitting at his desk.
He was eating a sandwich with eggplant and brie cheese that had recommended an agent. She would never listened to suggestions about the food.
wrapped what remained of the sandwich in a napkin and threw it in the trash. He opened the bottle of mineral water to drink and began trying to erase the horrible taste.
The findings of the forensic and scientific that he had under his eyes was reported that the corpse of a man. There were traces of petrol or whatever had allowed the body to catch fire. The mask was clean. No fingerprints or residue of hair or hair.
analyzes indicate that the man had died in the twenty-four and the one last night.
- basically nothing more than I had imagined - Fulvio said. While reflecting on the causes of death, the crazy idea flashed in his head. His mind told him that the man had died of spontaneous combustion. - It's absurd. - There were no theories or evidence which could show that spontaneous combustion was a real phenomenon, but from the evidence he had at hand was the only solution to the case.
abandoned his post and went out of his office. Not far from the desk and found a police officer intent on arranging practices.
- Di Carmine, still nothing? - Churches.
- No inspector, no one has reported the death of a man.
- Okay.
Fulvio returned to his office and took up the report. I reread it from top to bottom, but I get nothing. At the time he could not make any claim. It only remained to await further developments.
Leonard opened his eyes wearily. He saw the parerti safe in his room and the ceiling. She remembered David and his friends. He had at his heels and then the light and the feeling of oppressive heat.
- Leonardo - named it Sara
The boy became aware of the situation. Was on the floor at the foot of his bed. Her sister was beside him that he had a hand behind his head.
- Leonardo are you okay? - She asked breathlessly.
- Yeah .. I believe - he mumbled still dazed.
- 'Can you stand up?
- Yes, help me.
Sara held it to her chest and accompanied him to the bed. - Come and sit down.
Leonardo dropped gently on the mattress. Another memory appeared in his head. The impasse with the gate. The road was dead, then as he had done to get by?
- What time is it? - Asked his sister.
- It's two o'clock in the afternoon.
Leonardo knew he was out five minutes before the normal time, and had come home around one o'clock and ten and had remained unconscious for three-quarters of an hour.
- You can find out what happened to you? - Sara asked. - At school I found you and when I came home you were lying on the ground motionless.
- When I arrived I had a dizzy - Leonardo said promptly. - I think it's hunger.
- I'm going to heat the room. Can I leave you alone?
- Yes, do not worry. I'll catch up soon.
While Sara left the room to the kitchen, Leonardo tried to clear his head. He was sure it had not moved from that dead end. He was trapped there and then suddenly found himself in his room. It was enough to think that to happen.
read stories like this every month on comics. The term with which the authors identified the phenomenon was "teleportation", ie the ability to move from place to place with the power of thought.
"It's incredible, but maybe ..." he thought. He needed proof. It had only one.
He had taken the keys when he left home. They used more than Sara. He went to his desk and rummaged in the second drawer. The deck with the key was there, exactly where he had left the previous evening.
Now he was sure. He had arrived home by supernatural powers.
- Come Leo is ready - Sara called him from the kitchen.
Leonardo entered the room and sat down at his usual place.
Sara picks up the pot with the pasta from the microwave and placed it in front. - I've explained how you came. I had the keys.
Leonardo twisted the tines in the spaghetti. - I teleported - answered.
Sara looked at him shaking his head. - Ah. Ah. Very funny.
had been a long day, but fruitful. Oliver inserted the key into the lock of the door and entered his apartment.
He left his briefcase with the tasks of the students on the couch and started toward the stairs to the attic.
He took the candle from his pants pocket. Sara Martini had seen her, but he was sure he did not understand that connection he had with his family.
lit it and he dropped hot wax on the floor of the attic so that it forms a circle. He went inside and squeezing strong candle formulated in his mind the place you wanted to achieve. The circle is lit by a blinding light, a strong wind rose and the man disappeared.
Oliver reappeared in the lobby of an old and dilapidated school. He smiled, satisfied the success of his experiment.
He entered the big gymnasium with the roof open. In the middle there were two candlesticks. He put the candle in her hand in the left and this grew a few inches in height.
- Very well - he said and his voice boomed. - One has awakened. Now it's up to the second.
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