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I spoke at the time of the train tickets you can not smoke. Today their turn to train tickets are not valid for travel. It goes without saying that this alleged disability, and a contradiction is false. To my knowledge, it is forbidden to board a train (or coach, or a boat, or When he looked into the room, all he saw were backs and heads Somerset, everyone was gathered around the bed. A hastily around the room with his eyes and did not understand why so many air fresheners. They were everywhere, hundreds, tubes and plastic discs in a rainbow of colors, some stuck to the wall, others crowding on a small table and two chairs, the rest on the floor. The place gave off a pungent aroma floral potpourri like hell. An old, yellowed sheet was tacked on the wall was in front of the foot of the bed. Suddenly realized what was on the wall behind the door: the word SLOTH written shit. Automatically, Somerset began to breathe through the nose, although the overwhelming sweetness masked any possible air fresheners smell. Carefully California reached out and pulled the sheet in one go, suddenly, a wave seemed to sweep the room when each of the men tensed, knowing that maybe I should shoot in the next millisecond. But the disappointment was tremendous. It was clear that what they saw was not going to pounce on them. Somerset came to see better. A nearly naked body lying on the bed, wrinkled and covered with sores. He was a man or, rather, the mummy of a man. The skin was grayish tint putty. His eyes were bandaged on his face gaunt and was tied to the bed frame with a thin cable that someone rolled around again and again, like a fly caught in a spider web. A loincloth covering his crotch. From it came two tubes hidden under the bed. The stench of the body was found spread around the room, and Somerset took his handkerchief from his pocket. Air fresheners and were useless. Somerset made his way to Mills and took the copy with the police photographs of Victor. California said the man's right arm with the gun barrel. The hand was gone. In fact it had been sawed, judging by the appearance of the wound healed long ago. The black police had taken down the yellow sheet on the wall. Was covered with Polaroid photographs of Victor tied to the bed, and at the bottom of each date is written appeared quite neat. Somerset came to inspect them. It was a gradual deterioration of chronic Victor, his metamorphosis from a man of average build and with a little belly a sack of skin and bones. Somerset could not help thinking I had seen pictures of concentration camp survivors. Somerset came between the two men before things got worse. California was so irritable and Mills. The truth was that they deserved each other. Mills continued to stare angrily to California, until finally he turned to examine the photos. Somerset lifted the sheet and carefully pinned to the neck Victor Dworkin. California remained with him. Somerset reached out to test whether perceived any sign of a pulse in the neck of Victor, but the possibility seemed remote, when suddenly called Mills. Mills had a knee on the ground. Under the sheet wall hook had found a shoe box open. On one side, written in pen in block letters, were the words THE WORLD FROM ME. Somerset reached down to view the content. Somerset ignored him and began to examine the contents of the shoebox. He took one of the hermetic. Containing strands of brown hair. The following contains several tablespoons of yellow liquid. And a sample of hair and another faeces. Look, there are nails. Are you making fun of us. That damn bastard is making fun of us. California had returned to close to Victor, and Somerset was about to throw him out of the room when suddenly the corpse emitted a deep throaty sound that gave a scare to death the sergeant. The man stumbled, tripped over a chair and kicked over a dozen air fresheners. Victor had his mouth open and jaw moved almost imperceptibly. Somerset and Mills approached the man blindfolded in a flash. Victor's lips trembled slightly. Gushing from his throat a slight gurgle. Ten minutes later, California was running down the hallway on the third floor to make way for the nurses who followed him with a folding couch. Many nosy neighbors had left their apartments, chatting and watching, eager to find out what was going on, and the place became a real madhouse. Mills and Somerset took up positions near the stairs, determined to keep open the distance between Victor's apartment and the stairs. Other uniformed officers were in the landings on the lower floors, doing what they could to control the crowd until reinforcements arrived. Mills wanted to return to the floor, afraid that California altered the crime scene with his cursed curiosity, but Somerset had already imposed their rank, ordered him to stay put.