What the hell did we just find in the Prince's ruins? In my opinion, it looks more like an ancient laboratory, and maybe so was supposed to look like at the time the office of every village intellectual... in history, I'm not strong.
It is now associated with the glass Amateur manufacture of drugs, and at the time they could indicate some chemical experiments. The alcoholic parts of the body, in my understanding, should be of interest primarily to a doctor or biologist ... Although about alcohol is also a controversial issue. The color of the liquid was unusual.
What had Pavlov said about Rosenthal's relatives?... Too – doctors, biologists. Still, it looked more like an alchemist's laboratory. And why in the basement? Why the secrecy? Even the entrance to the dungeon, which, as I understood, was even lower than the basement, the Professor had to search for several days.
Finally, all this nonsense about the cemetery next to the house. The walking dead were hardly to be taken into account, but I knew from experience that rumors did not come out of thin air. Was it something to do with Prince Rosenthal's experiments in the room we found?
And what kind of Ghost had Dmitritch seen shortly before his death, stalking the rapist of his dead wife?
What the hell was Rosenthal doing in cemeteries? If there was any doubt at all, his travels were confirmed by a seemingly independent witness – lawyer. I had no reason to disbelieve him, although again, it seemed that everyone was trying to tell me something nasty about Rosenthal. Is he that kind of man?"
And where had Rosenthal gone for the night that he couldn't sleep? The more I thought about it, the less I knew how it would end.
After a few hours we realized that he was going to the city. Dropping the agent at the intersection with Narodnaya, where at any time of the day you can catch a car, we gave him over the fee a small bonus asked to be silent. By then it was clear that Rosenthal was on his way to his office.
Around three in the morning, the nine stopped in front of the former cinema in the far East. The word " Sunset "glowed in crimson neon, and" funeral home " was lost in the darkness. There were no lights in the Windows, and the area was empty except for a corpse-bus and a car parked on the landing in front of the house.
Rosenthal unlocked the stage door and went inside. What was he going to do there? We peered through the Windows, waiting for the light to come on. At that moment there was a soft sound from the direction of the bus, like a door slamming... but no one was there.
One window on the second floor of the Sunset suddenly caught fire and went out. A few minutes later Rosenthal emerged from the stage door, keys gleaming in one hand and a shovel in the other. He was walking toward the bus.
Val automatically reached for the camera. His eyes were shining.
- Unique footage of a necrophiliac at work... That's what we need! This will not play... God forbid will miss.
Rosenthal started the bus, switched on the headlights, and drove out to the far East.
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We did not travel long. After a couple of kilometers the bus turned in the direction of the Neva. I quickly looked at the map of the city we were in front of Kinoseansy cemetery. Just before he died, his Secretary said on the phone that some of the papers in Rosenthal's Desk were about the cemetery at the convent that used to be here.
It's a shame, but to go further was cannot be. At any moment Rosenthal could have turned off the engine, then he would have heard the noise of our car behind him. And now, until we find him there, he could do anything, even go to the other side of the embankment.
We drove the car into the shadows and picked up the camera. The bus was out of sight by then, we could hear nothing but the wind in the old trees... the Situation was getting out of hand.
So we walked for fifteen minutes. The bus was nowhere to be seen, but there was no way it could turn off: the only road suitable for cars was the one we were on.
Something glinted off to the right. To hide was already late, Yes and light behaved quite not with the hand, far fled Rosenthal.Unhurried steps have been approached, finally on path released an ancient grandfather with flashlight and stick. Grandfather looked at us sternly