The Psychic Adviser. Juan Moisés De La Serna

the room and closed the glass door behind him.

      “Yeah, well, I guess,” I managed to say, “but tonight was different.”

      “On what?” He asked while with a gesture invited me to sit down.

      “I, I don’t know how to tell him, but it’s as if all the information had been arranged in my mind and I had seen it as the entire sequence.”

      “Congratulations, that happens to all of us, each case we see we have the same experience, that the disconnected data is sorted and… there it is, we see it.”

      “Have you seen it too?” I asked, interrupting him.

      “See? Of course, it’s the sequence of events.”

      “No, I mean the killer.”

      “The killer? What are you talking about?”

      “What I’m telling you, I was, I don’t know what to call it, remembering… the data in the form of a scene… at first it was strange, because I couldn’t see clearly, it was as if it were night and everything was dark.

      “Normal, you were dreaming at night.”

      “That has nothing to do with it, I mean the scene, it was all very dark, and I felt, I don’t know, a little dizzy, I think I stood on a small bench because I couldn’t continue, then I threw up, but that didn’t make me feel better. Suddenly sitting there in the park, in that place, I heard a noise behind me. I don’t know what it was and I didn’t want to find out, but I had a strange feeling and panic washed over me.

      »Perhaps it was that noise or the strong smell that came from behind, but as I could, I ran towards the entrance of the park, crossing several bushes, and suddenly, and not knowing how or why, I felt something grab me hairs tightly and pulled me until I fell on my back.

      »I don’t know if it was because of the fall or why but I couldn’t lift my head off the ground, it’s as if something grabbed me and suddenly I saw him clearly, it was the postman, the one who had come home so many times to bring me a package, The one who made the delivery at 10 in the morning, and who had always been so kind, but now he looked different, I don’t know, his face was disfigured, his eyes were out of their sockets and he did nothing more than tell me to shut up, and that smell was getting so intense and nauseating, until…

      “Until what?” Asked the chief of police, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

      “You’re not going to believe it.”

      “Go on, go on, so far I haven’t believed anything, so go on.”

      That lascivious comment didn’t surprise me, as I had already gone through the disbelief of many who made fun of what was happening to me, without trying to help me understand it.

      “Well, I am still, at that moment, and I don’t know how I saw myself on top of my body, about a meter and a half, and I was able to contemplate the scene from a distance, without feeling any suffering, even though that person was raging with my body.”

      “Wait, wait,” he said as the coffee he was drinking spilled over him, staining the table with it. “What are you talking about?”

      “Once he was done, he took the body and put it in a bag, I don’t know where he would have got it, but it was quite large, and he carried me like a sack of potatoes.”

      “Then he took me to the exit of the park, around the south corner where he had a silver car, well gray, I’m not sure because it was night and only the light from the streetlight broke the darkness.

      “He got me in the trunk and was driving quite slowly through the city, and when he was out of the vicinity he pressed the accelerator, and he stayed that way for about three hours until he reached some quays.

      “Once there, he headed for a turnoff that said, ‘Danger alligators,’ and kept driving for half an hour, I think. All this next to the swamps.

      “Once, in the middle of nowhere, because there was no nearby construction to be seen, he stopped the car, took my body out and threw me out with a bag and everything, closed the car and left.

      “I stayed there for a period, for… I don’t know, a few days, and then I left the place, I went up.

      “What are you talking about?”

      “Of what I saw, I have already commented, of what I have dreamed of.”

      “But have you listened to yourself?”

      “Yeah right, why?”

      “You just accused someone with a first and last name, told me where the crime took place, and how he disposed of the body.”

      “Yes, I have.”

      “And without a proof?”

      “Well that’s not my job.”

      The commissioner, without saying a word and still with the coffee spilled on the table, left the room with great shouts.

      I stood there motionless without knowing what to do, I understood that I had done the right thing by telling him what I had seen, but I did not understand his reaction.

      From the chair I saw how he began to give orders left and right, and how the police from the police station began to move from one side to the other, some literally ran out of the police station, others picked up the phone and all of this I was a immobile spectator.

      I could not understand what all the fuss had come to be and if I had to withdraw or wait to continue the interview in that room.

      I made the move to get up and go, but the commissioner saw me at this and, returning to the doorway, said in an authoritative voice:

      “Don’t move from there.”

      I did so, and well, several hours passed, and despite the fact that I looked everywhere as the policemen came and went, all very nervous, surely, due to the shouts of the boss, until at a certain moment I saw entering the police station two of the policemen who had run away, and they were coming with a third man.

      “It’s him, it’s him,” I screamed, I don’t really know why.

      “Get him out of here,” said the commissioner to one of his subordinates, pointing at me.

      So in an instant I found that they had expelled me from the police station, if you can call it that, and without ceasing to guard me, they had kindly invited me to the cafeteria across the street where they had made me sit and wait.

      Although I asked several times, the policeman did not want to tell me what he was doing there, or how long he would remain, only that he must be sit and silent.

      I don’t even know how long I was there, but I took the opportunity to eat, since I hadn’t had anything to eat when I left so early for the police station to tell the police chief about my dream, so I ate and waited.

      It was all so strange, but hey, I had nothing better to do than wait there, I don’t really know what, but the police chief had ordered it that way, and that’s why I had, I don’t know whether to tell him an escort, but on two occasions I asked him to take me out of that place and he didn’t let me go anywhere.

      And it was all so strange that even the policeman who was guarding me offered to pay for my food, that was really weird! But I understood that it was a good sign, if I had been a, I don’t know what to tell it, a common prisoner, He would have never made that offer.

      Despite this, I thanked him, but I understood that I had to pay for my meal, so I did.

      Hours passed, and despite my continual questions to the policeman, he didn’t seem to care about time, he was just there, in front of me, sit, and quiet.

      Personally, I think he would have more interesting things to do, but that is what he had been told to do and he did so.

      At one point the walkie talkie that he had in his pocket sounded, which I had barely noticed, and the