Vidocq Page #2

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Protect your eyes.

Easy.

-The metall, everything is there.

The cosmical fire

that hits everything deep within one second.

But there is no fire.

Anvictim of lightning

can not burn.

Some of them even come out

without any injuries.

The lightning was just a spark.

It reminds me of

the prison and the Stoneoven.

Forget that.

-Sure.

What are you looking for?

They were set up.

They were accurate prepared.

And what else??

-what else??

If there where bombs,

there must have been some sort of fuse.

What was there in the hat?

In the hat, what was in it?

An comb.

-A what?

An golden comb.

A decoration for woman.

It attracts the lightning.

-What kind of comb was it?

A Chinese comb.

A devil with a head of a monkey.

-A devil...

And what where you doing then?

I? Nothing.

Vidocq went on with it alone.

Why?

-I don't know.

Maybe it was the iron.

I became to sensitive.

What did he do afterwards?

Give me an Trail.

-I should have found him.

I could have avoided it.

Goddamnit.

I had him...

Okay. I will be back.

We are not getting anywhere, Sir.

They saw Vidocq arrive.

They don't know why.

And the wel?

Why exactly did he go there?

Nobody knows.

Continue with the investigation.

They're hiding something.

Who informed the newspapers?

I want to know that too.

Damnit, Tauzet,

this way we are making fools of ourselfs?

I did not see the corpse yet.

The corpse?

The corpse of Vidocq.

What do you think?

That i've never seen a corps before?

Can i speak with you?

-Not now.

Okay.

And talk about Vidocq, is that possible?

Louis Belmont, Simon Veraldi,

can there be spoken of?

You are the only from Paris

Who wears such a decoraction.

I do not know where you are talking about.

you killed Belmont and Veraldi.

I have prove.

You are it!

The murderer with the lightning!

Okay. I am the murderer

with the lighting. Who are you?

I am Etienne Boisset. A journalist.

I investigate the dead of Vidocq.

You are not asian.

-You are very perceptive.

And talkative.

The coams for my story.

-Why?

I tell you what I know and you give them back.

Okay?

-No, they are evidence.

They are accusing you of murder.

Do I look like a monster to you?

I'm listening.

Franois, you know me.

You can't accuse me of...

Didn't you put them on their hats?

Preah, damned.

What happened with you?

I can't cover you very long. I pushed

my co-worker aside, but...

Two weaks ago I received

a letter with money.

I had to put the coam in the hat of

Belmont and then in in the hat of Veraldi.

I did what they asked.

I don't know who payed.

And you didn't wonder why?

I thought that people

were setting them up.

Why not?

They were rich clients.

And the letters weren't threatening?

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