A parable. How unconscious people are managed. Part 5.

It was the beginning of the eleventh o’clock in the evening, my son and I were already going to bed when we saw that a bright light was on in the garage and literally a minute later it went out and we heard the noise of a car driving away.

“Usually that late Thomas doesn’t go anywhere” – the son said.

“Let’s better focus on our business. Good night, my dear!” – I replied.

The next day, Monday afternoon, we went to the Indian store.

Vijay looked very tired and worn out.

“Hello! I could not sleep all night, all these recent events are so difficult. Vihaan is in intensive care, his condition is still serious, friends are dissappeared. I don’t understand why everything is so cruel?
The police said that my missing friends boarded bus route 16, which runs across the south beach to the Turkish border. I find it hard to believe. Why would they do this?”

“And yet” – he added – “Atharv left for here, several Turkish men from Istanbul will also come, including two brothers who rent apartments in the center of Istanbul and own a hotel in the area where there are many mosques. The elder brother is a big man in the literal sense of the word, that is, he is very tall, and the younger brother has not grown up to him, but has taken place in business.”

We had already left the store and walked a little, when suddenly we stopped, simply dumbfounded with surprise, “Is it really Erol and Emre?”

Emre

Those brothers from whom we rented an apartment? The Erol who, according to the fake story, was kidnapped? That Emre from whose phone number, his voice, did the fake tell us so many horrors? (See more Unexplained episodes in everyday life. Season 2. Episode 2 Scary tales told at night. Part 2)

Is it possible such a coincidence that they come from Istanbul, almost thirty million city?
Unlikely…

We just have posted a new post and heard Vijay’s call.

“Hi! Yesterday Atharv and the guys from Turkey arrived, they went together in search of the guys and Thomas. They went to the police, to a familiar policeman – a Turk, and he told them the addresses of all the apartments and land plots of the owner of your house.
And they drove out of town, where there was a large land holding of a Georgian.
On the road, several cars ahead, they seemed to have seen his car, but due to heavy traffic, they could not catch up with it. Frustrated, they drove into a Turkish cafe.

Sat there to rest and relax a bit, and again went in search. Having somewhat lost his attentiveness after drinking a beer in a cafe, the driver did not notice a broken bottle on the road and punctured the tire.

They had to look for the nearest tire fitting. The tire was changed there, but the employee had no change and he said that he was going to change a bill in a cafe nearby. And before that he was shown a photograph of the wanted person.

The worker went to a cafe, successfully changed money, and suddenly in the open door of the toilet at the exit he saw a man sitting in a booth. He compared it with the photo and realized that he is wanted and began to shout loudly “He is here! Come here!”

The Turks and Atharv immediately ran and saw a Georgian, smeared with lipstick in an almost unconscious state, sitting on the toilet in a booth with an open door.

They tried to get an answer from him why he poisoned Vihaan and where the disappeared guys were, but he was already in a state of some kind of half-delirium and the only thing they managed to find out was that the guys were alive.

Why and why were they imprisoned there?

Why was Vihaan poisoned?

From the lack of logic and horror of what happened, the brain explodes!”

But is all that truth? Since we don’t have any proves of Vijay words.

To be continued…

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