– Am I sure?! What do you say now?
– And where did you get this data from?
– From your madman, as you like to call him.
– Why would he give you that kind of information?
– He had a specific request, he's as crazy as you think he is.
– Let's stay within the bounds of tactfulness.
– Yeah, you should.
– What's the request?
She faltered a little.
– I am listening to you. You came to me for some purpose, – said the investigator in a questioning tone, assessing the visitor with an inquisitive look.
O on looked around, more out of habit, – there was no one in the office, bent slightly toward the investigator and said quietly:
– And do you keep a record?
– No, why? Not yet. If I'm recording, I should warn you. Is there something you want to tell me?
– Yeah. (chuckles)
– I'm listening.
She bent e.
– I all e understand, but all options have been tried. The only thing left is yours.
She was intriguingly silent. Now the investigator looked around involuntarily, looked questioningly at the not e.
– He asked to unlock his computer, then password key generation files, then log into his accounts and transfer the cryptocurrency to an account from which to cash them out. Or use them as currency in electronic payments.
– Hmm, how can I help you? – asked the investigator, thinking for a second. – If even I agree, to you understand to whom and what you are offering, right?
– Absolutely. I told you. I went to ZASLON , they wouldn't let me into his cell block. It's locked and sealed. No security clearance. Maybe you can… You can easily get a search warrant.
– Of course it is. It's investigative procedure. And I've already been there.
– When? may I know…? – she asked with a touch of indignation.
– After I arranged for you to meet with… – the investigator did not continue, she understood everything.
The woman said something else while he was distracted by his own thoughts.
this student had sort of a second family. Very strange, to say the least, regarding the concept of "family". In fact – no family it was not, in content – also relatively. Once he resorted to the help of a surrogate mother, but this very mother announced after the birth that the baby had died, she herself handed the baby over to another family – people who also hired her as surrogate mother . Such a curiosity.
In the process of walking in the labyrinth of the investigation he discovered these white spots of his official biography as details of peripheral history. And they appeared in no less curious turns of the trajectory of the described story: the lady lived on her own; the child, knowing nothing about his true mother or his true father, grew up safely in a family that considered his own child. And they knew nothing of the surrogate's deception. She turned out to be quite a e thing: she tried many people, matched them by blood type and appearance. And this was not her first experience.
However, a genius would not be a genius if he did not understand such a primitive illusion. This lady he had arranged in advance as an assistant in the laboratory of ZASLON JSC. And after such a falsehood with the child, which of course he did not discard, because his suspicions grew stronger and stronger over the years, he decided to put two balls in a hole with one stroke: having lured the surrogate mother into his laboratory, he subjected her to ultrasound at brain frequency, from which she fell temporarily into unconsciousness. After injected her with a syringe microchip in the hypothalamus area, integrated it into central nervous system and without any questioning and interrogation could already know, by decoding the outgoing signals using his methodology, all what her information box – brain – stored.
Finding the girl was not an easy task, the parents cleared all traces , through which the baby girl in the future could learn about the procedure of her conception and birth. However, this barrier too was taken down by the frustrated father within a couple years. After finding her e, he showed some great restraint – he didn't let him know for several years, watched the child from the sidelines. In the end, he decided to endow her with his own invention. To this end, he developed a grandiose production: the father of one of the girl's friends was a graduate student at a technical university. To him he sent a proposal to become a developer of one of the options of the program to calculate the mechanism of signal transmission through nerve cells. The offer was made with an impressive mantle: he was offered to continue the work of Dr. Chailakhyan, a doctor of biological sciences. Thus, as if by the way, it involved him in an experimental program related to work on a chip that was actually already developed. Next, as sya says, sleight of hand and no fraud, that is, the art of suggestion and… lust for the upcoming celebrity. Oh, and money never fails to work wonders. The daughter of a graduate student was shown a virtual reality mask with maximum immersion in the illusion. Permission was granted to show the gimmick to a friend. Choosing a day when the children were practically alone, the mask option was remotely turned on, which emitted the very infrasounds that human hearing does not perceive . And after the girl passed out, they simulated her fall; as a consequence – a small hematoma in the place where the same chip was implanted in the not e. Of course, for the purpose of purity of the experiment, as our genius had conditioned the graduate student. By the way, his daughter was warned in advance that this could happen: you can faint – and then urgently need to call Daddy. In the end, and she became the owner of a unique chip, although she herself did not know about it. By the way, the surrogate mother, , was also unaware of her possession of such a contraption.
– …Here's my suggestion," p rossued from the lady, which brought the investigator out of his musing.
– I'm sorry, of course, – he replied, not quite understanding what the sentence was, – but I dare not detain you any longer. You will be informed of the results of the investigation.
– What? – about to another temper tantrum.
The investigator stood up, walked over to her and pointed with his hand toward the exit.
– Do you have any idea what you're offering me, e and on duty. Please come out, otherwise I will have to reassign you to another status on investigation.
– Like, that's all e what can you do? – t now she said a little pitifully .
– I'll let you know. I'll try to help," he said, stretching his words, looking at her and squinting his left eye. – And now go about your business. Or better home, have a rest… and most importantly – do not tell anyone about our dialog and about what you told me. After all, this is all based on a dialog with interfering nny … sorry, but you can be included in this category.
She opened her mouth. She wanted to object. He showed her an open palm at the level of her face, signaled "be quiet," and again pointed to the exit. The woman stood up, did not take her eyes off him, made incomprehensible movements with her lips, went to the exit, stayed at the door, looked at the investigator, got a nod from him and went out.
***
According to her confession, she was expecting a signal from the investigator for a meeting in a non- official format. However, instead of this she received a signal again from the same "madman" and paid another visit to the investigator with no less angry mood .
Almost from the doorstep she declared:
– H I would like to know why all of our family accounts have been zeroed out by your organization?
– We didn't zero out anything, we seized the accounts temporarily.
– Have you looked at my latest billing records?
Slightly miffed, Moiseyevich replied:
– No. What about them? – he said warily and began entering data on the keyboard in front of the monitor.
– So I suggest you ask," said the wife of the deceased scholar, again changing to an indignant tone. – There is no money in my accounts, that is, in my husband's accounts," she said with reproach.
– Okay, I'll ask about it. Don't be nervous, please, I understand your condition, but… – he stopped talking for a moment, ran his eyes over the monitor without looking up at the woman, and slowly continued: – I will make a request, try to find out what happened, and get back to you.
After mutual silence Moiseevich, without raising his head, looked at the lady and began to study the information in the computer again; asked just as calmly, without taking his eyes off the screen:
– Has no one come to you, asked you through other channels of communication, or inquired about anything, perhaps not even related to the situation at hand?
– Are we going to make me a patient of a psychiatric hospital now? – n unexpectedly from she reacted with such sarcastic question. – I don't have access to the accounts! But you do!
– I do not advise you to speak to an off duty officer in such a tone. At the very least, you are not assisting the investigation," said the investigator without emotion, and after a few moments of waiting, watching the change in her gaze not for the better, he summarized urgently: – D let me find out what's wrong with your accounts first, and then we'll deal with it. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Perhaps it was the banks themselves who transferred the funds to the reserve accounts to avoid fraud.
***
That same evening, the investigator was sorting through responses to requests from banks and b juro credit histories. There was no amazement on his face, although there was something to be amazed about, – all the funds that had mysteriously ended up in the anonymous offshore accounts of the accountant had just as mysteriously disappeared. The amounts that were in the accounts of a leading specialist of a closed research association, though not an oligarch, should have also aroused distress. For him, he was an ordinary student. Although… perhaps not ordinary. The professor, who was listed in the development of special services under code name Rembrandt, was the author of a method, of course, classified, the translation of signals emitted by the brain in the process of mental activity into visually understandable images. Simply put, translation of thoughts into words and pictures. The uniqueness of the method was not so much in this, as in the revolutionary technique of reverse conversion, that is, he could write text and pictures into the brain, program it.
According to a report from the banks, the accounts were transferred to an international trust account registered in the Cayman Islands. The strange thing was that all e was done on behalf of the owner of the accounts using his codes and passwords. At one should have been surprised after all. The reason for the surprise should have been the fact that the account holder had been m victims for three days already.
Chapter
4: The God Complex
The first thing I did was to pay a visit to the head of the secret laboratory at ZASLON JSC – Dr. N . I will refer to him as (there are several laboratories at the enterprise, all secret). In addition to his main activity, he also practiced psychiatry. E Naturally, my first question – where did it all start?
– It started s, – he gave a questioning look, – probably with what you know too. That's where it all started. That's why you're here, isn't it?
