How to say ... any man ...

As you can understand I had fallen asleep, Antonio said to the policeman, unfortunately I did not hear anything ....
The mother coughed and pretended not to be able to talk but in fact it could not be true that the two had not heard anything ...

The perplexed policeman looked at the blood on the ground and did not understand the dynamics of the fact ...
Probably he entered the house already wounded and we did not hear anything, Antonio insisted, then this morning his mother found him lying on the sofa ...

Well, they did the surveys, so we'll soon know something ..
Meanwhile, tell me about his brother, who was that life did and who frequented ...
My son was a quiet boy, mum began, would not hurt an ant, worked as a waiter at the Ristal Bar and returned home, not a leisure, not a girlfriend ... .not.

Surely someone wanted to rob him and managed to take refuge at home but it was too late ...
The policeman nodded, it seemed to him a plausible situation, instill those who wanted to kill a boy who seemed without a social life ....
As a matter of course, he asked if the victim had had a PC, he took it and greeted his family.

Luca, the policeman was called, walked down the street thinking of the boy, how he had escaped the robbers, looking for traces of blood on the asphalt ... no trace ... neither on the street nor on the narrow stairs leading to the apartment.
The January wind was cold, shivered and decided to go home.

Luca lived alone he had recently moved to that city and still did not know her at all:
he lived in an apartment near the barracks, the house was in a position high enough to show a fantastic landscape between the countryside and the city and the rosy sky of winter made it all a melancholy and surreal picture ...

He should not have opened Maurizio's computer, but as a good informatic and curious, he could not wait to see what he could hide and the lack of company increased his interest.
It was not difficult to access it and immediately connected it to the internet to see the history of the sites visited:
after a second a notification arrived:
"Please Santan help me"
Luca without thinking clicked on to answer ...
"Tell me…"
"I did what you said and I withdrew the amulet but nothing happened ... he did not call ... I'm desperate .."
"It will take some days to be quiet" ... Luca answered .... he did not know what to write .. he did not even know what he was answering ..
He opened the page and realized that Maurizio had created a blog where he called himself Santan and where he sold predictions and amulets ....
Luca burst into laughter ... nothing but a waiter ... magician!
"Santan your advice has been precious, raise a card for me"
"Tonight Santan is tired, Luca wrote, he had to take a long trip and he must rest"
A notification distracted him: private message.
Santan tell me when you want to come I'm ready, the ritual must be done tonight.
Luca really did not know what to answer, he was confused ....
"I'm tired tonight, I had to make a long journey that has emptied my mind, I can send you an adept, but you have to tell me again where and what we had to do."
Come to the farm the sun, I wait for your adept ... here everything is ready.

Luca was very excited, he felt his heart beating ... it was years that he did not feel like that ... he was in action !!
... he put on his coat quickly, and he went out ... his old Alfa was waiting for him ... I wonder if a magician could show up with an Alfa ... he thought ... chuckling among himself.

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It was not easy to find the farm, the road was winding and the woods dense, but finally saw the lights on and realized he had arrived.
He closed the car and started to climb the stairs, he was tense, he did not know what would be found in front of him .... All of a sudden his decision to come up there seemed stupid and reckless ...
Within…. The lights were dimmed, there were voices that whispered of the chant in the next room ... he went that way ...
As soon as he entered it was silent ...

There were four women sitting at a distance from a round table on which white candles and red candles had been placed ....
He approached a blonde woman in her thirties, with long straight hair ... her hands had long colored nails and her voice was soothing and a little masculine ...
"You've finally arrived. We have to start right away ... I'll be the first ..."
So saying, she opened her dressing gown and showed herself completely naked ...

Luca was dumbfounded, so much that the woman noticed ...
"Santan did not tell you?
You will have to have relationships with each of us, to purify us and allow us to get our men back ... this is the designated night ... we will give you your reward "
Luca's heart was beating very fast and his face had become a fire ... He did not really know what to do ... infondo was a policeman .. could not let go that farce .. but if he had not accepted they would have discovered and would not have arrived at his instinct ...
The look and the woman's attractiveness convinced him to go on, and his prone position on the table decreed the end of his doubts ...
Luca no longer thought of anything but enjoying the bodies of the four women in a dance of sighs and moans ...
He had never had an experience like that and he wanted it to never end ... the fusion of those five bodies and the attentions of four women all for him brought him to the height of pleasure ......
They collected his sperm in a small jar as if it were a precious medicine ... .. thanked him and paid him ....
Still incredulous Luca greeted and resumed his car .... As soon as the party closed the windows and gave a scream and a laugh very strong ... crazy roar screamed ... and they also paid me.
It was not so bad to be Santan, even if he realized that with the murder of Santan with random robbers, they had nothing to do with it.

He returned home and fell asleep ....

The next morning he went to the barracks .... But the history of the PC and the magician was silent ... .was first to do the investigation alone ....

To others The case seemed clear: robbery

He could not wait to get home and become Santan again.
He immediately opened the PC and connected ....

"You can not be Santan ... who are you?"
"I'm Santan" wrote Luca ... who understood that the person he was writing knew Maurizio and knew of his death ...
"If you are Santan, then preach the future and raise a card for me"
Luca immediately looked for a site that explained cards and tarot cards ... .. and then wrote ...

"The tower is your card ... .. disasters and misfortune ..."
Nobody answered anymore and there was no more message ...

The next morning Maurizio's brother arrived in the barracks, asking if there were any news about his brother and if he could get the pc back.
Luca handed it back to him saying he had found nothing interesting.
Antonio took over the PC and left ... ..

In the evening Luca returned to connect ....

"Who are you ... you can not be Santan ..."
"I'm Santan ...., Who are you?"
"If you are Santan, predict the future and raise a card for me ..."
"The tower ... misfortune and destruction", this time however Luca went further and wrote:
"You will be punished for what you did ... .Santan is waiting for you ... and you will not have peace"

The next morning Antonio came back to Luca saying he wanted to talk to him ... Luca greeted him with kindness, he understood everything ... It was he who wrote ...

He made him sit and counter-attack told him:
"Why did you kill your brother?" ... Antonio was stunned and looked him first in the eyes and then looked down as if nodding ... .. "I killed Santan" ..sbisbigliò ... Santan who had taken away his wife convincing her to participate to purification rites ......

Luca looked at him and told him ... "his brother was killed by some robbers and Santan I do not know who he is ... but I can assure you that he died in this instant" ....
Even Antonio understood ... he got up from the chair .. the two men looked at each other ....

Goodbye Santan .......