Visions: I know who the killer is. Crime detective

Standing nearby is police major, investigator Oleg Ivanovich Grachev, forty-seven years old, average height, dark hair, strong build. Smart, agile,

principled, always sees things through to the end.

– — Now we are carrying out investigative measures, interrogating people living in this house. Maybe someone saw something or knows something,» Grachev answers.

– But the murder was committed late at night, it’s unlikely that anyone could have seen the criminal.

– — I repeat, investigative measures are underway to establish the identity of the criminal. We will try to do everything possible to find and punish to the fullest extent of the law.

– — Now you have heard the commentary of the police major and investigator on this high-profile case, Oleg Ivanovich Grachev.

The father saw Karina’s frightened eyes and immediately hugged her.

– Are you okay?

«I’m scared,» Karina answered and began to cry.

– — I understand that this is the same doctor who was alive yesterday. But understand that we are all mortals and maybe this is his fate,» Karina’s father reassures.

– You don’t understand, yesterday I knew that he would be killed! – Karina shouted.

– — Wait, how could you know? – the father asks in surprise.

– — Before leaving the room, the doctor shook my hand.

– Well, so what, everyone does it.

– — You don’t understand, immediately after the squeeze, visions began to appear before my eyes in which some unfamiliar man with a hood on his head was killing him and taking the money.

– — What are you talking about, how could you see all this, you need to see a doctor.

– — Dad, but it’s true, I really saw the moment of the murder! The father got up from the sofa and began to walk around the room, back and forth.

– I hope you are not going to go to the police. If you tell them, they will think you’re crazy!

– But the criminal is free, if he is not stopped, he can kill more innocent people.

The father decided to calm down and sat down on the sofa again.

«You still haven’t seen his face,» he tried to convey his truth to his daughter.

– — I can try to repeat it in the morgue, shake hands, maybe it will work.

– Well, why do you need this!

– — Maybe because you taught me justice.

– -What’s happening in the world

There are thousands of murders every day, you can’t help everyone.

– — I need to get to the morgue.

– — I see you cannot be convinced. Okay, let’s go. They get into a Lada car and go to the morgue.

Chapter No. 4

Karina knocks on the morgue door from the back entrance. The door is opened by a man of about thirty, tall, thin, long blond hair braided in a ponytail, a cigarette in his mouth.

– How can I help you? – asks the man.

«We should look at the corpse,» Karina answers.

– Are you from the police?

– No.

– — So it’s not allowed. Karina whispers in her father’s ear:

– Dad, give me a thousand rubles.

– Are you going to offer him money? – the father is indignant.

– — Do you have better options?

The father takes a thousand rubles out of his pocket and hands it to the man. The man smiles and puts the money in his pocket.

– — We should have started with this right away. So who exactly are you interested in?

«The doctor should have been brought to you tonight,» says Karina. The man lets them into the morgue building:

– — There is one, but why do you need it?

«It’s none of your business,» Karina answers in a serious tone.

The man brings Karina and her father to a room in which there are corpses of recently arrived people. There are iron tables, on them lie the dead, covered with a white sheet.

Karina covers her nose with a handkerchief from the heavy smell.

– Where is our doctor? – asks Karina.

The man approaches the table closest to Karina and takes off the sheet.

– Here he is at your service.

Karina feels bad, she covers her mouth with her hand and runs out into the corridor. A man comes out behind her and opens the door to the toilet next to her. Karina runs to the toilet and starts vomiting. Ten minutes later she returns to the room and takes the deceased’s hand, squeezing her hand tightly.

– Are you okay? – father hugs his daughter. Karina looks at the deceased: