And to make an already shocking situation worse, another mangled body was found in

a house next to José's, apparently using the same modus operandi. A large rock and a
thick log completely covered in blood were also found. Various traces were left on the
site. The new victim was the husband of Úrsula, the woman who attended to Marie
Antoinette. Evil tongues had circulated a rumor. It spread like wildfire that the new
victim had been attacked at his residence. Right in the yard, when he was making a
pressing need. He was undoubtedly attacked on that spot, since a lot of blood was found
right there. A large sharp dagger also appeared. Because of the trail of blood, it was
believed that he had been dragged outside and left on the road, where he had been
finished off with that stick first, and then to leave no loose ends, had that huge stone
smashed right into his head. Cruel way to die. Úrsula never returned to the house, she
left with everything and her boys from the town, without anyone knowing her
whereabouts.
It was thought that Lázaro could have been the mysterious attacker, since on the
occasion of the fight that he had staged with José, from which he had come off badly; he
had sworn revenge. Although that had been a long time ago, he never left the big house.
And since he was too talkative about gunshots, every time he was drunk, which was
very often; he always brought up revenge. He had actually become the prime suspect.
But after having used a small portion of logic, even the children immediately ruled out
that suspicion, since on the occasion of the most recent homicides, last homicides, he
was in the bar with a sovereign drunkenness, of which he was accustomed to drink.
There were many witnesses to that. No one else came to offer help for Rodrigo's
therapies, despite the fact that a lot of money was being offered. It was evident that
some kind of conspiracy had been woven against him. He had already claimed three
fatalities and what happened to him could be said to have been a miracle, since the
intention had undoubtedly been to cause his death.
In the middle of a night that was too quiet, noises were heard in the vicinity of José's
house. Too many strange noises, it was as if the devil was loose. When everyone in the
house was alerted, thanks to Zeus's insistent barking, they immediately turned on the
lights and whoever it was lost in the shadows. They noticed after a while that the crazy
murderer, as they began to tell him, had been about to enter the house. That deduction
was due to the fact that the back door had been forced. This time something had gone
wrong. However, two days later the same fate was not met. It was thought that the
perpetrator of the murders was probably trying to complete his job or wanted the death
of either José or his wife. Someone, in a very cautious way, had entered through an
unsuspected place. There was that person, raised a part of the kitchen ceiling and
entered the house through that specific place.
Without anyone hearing anything, the volatile figure went to Rodrigo's room and
without him or anyone else hearing anything, he entered. There was no time for any
defensive reaction. The boy's neck was cut with a single cut. An agile hand proceeded
accurately, and with the sharp razor he cut the throat of who would become the new
victim of the "invisible assassin". The morning delivered the terrible news. There was a
need to transfer José and Magalys to the care center, victims of nervous breakdowns,
due to the impact of the tragedy they had witnessed, and which had taken their only son
forever. The complaint of the new homicide was made, but the neglect of the police
forces was once again in evidence, when nothing could be found out. They always said
they were on a clue, but after all, nothing could be established. The deaths remained
unclear and the murderer(s) remained free. Don Hernán moved some contacts in the
capital and with coins; he had them transferred to the town so that they could do what
the inefficient gendarmes in the area were incapable of doing.
In the following days nothing else was felt in the big house. Everything seemed to be
back to normal, as far as the strange noises. Instead Don Hernán and María Angélica
were dismayed, and what to say about Cristina. Finally, her father allowed her to leave
his bedroom, although at this point in her long-suffering life, she didn't want to go
anywhere. He just wanted to die, he said while crying bitterly. The investigators had
arrived from the capital. They spent many days making inquiries. The scenes of the
various events, as expected, had been altered, it was not known whether deliberately or
by natural causes. Except for the death of Julio César and Rodrigo himself, who
followed one another in their respective rooms; the others happened in the open field
and the weather has always been rigorous in that regard; it leaves nothing in sight after
its passage. Anyway they had a clue, Úrsula had mysteriously disappeared. No one
knew of her, nor would they ever know.
When the foreign investigators were alerted that strange things had occurred in the
Ávila house, they directed their investigations to that home. More than verifying the
destroyed objects, which remained in a garbage can, they did not find other evidence of
criminal interest that linked the deaths that occurred, with someone specific. Over the
course of several days, nothing came forward and as they say in police slang, the cases
were declared "Crabs". The necessary technological advances did not yet exist to be
able to carry out real field work from the point of view of criminalistics.
Meanwhile, Magalys had to be admitted to a sanatorium for the mentally ill, since
the strong impact had hopelessly alienated her from reality. Poor José, desperate for
what happened and feeling alone in the cruel world, chose to commit suicide, hanging
himself from a huge tree. It was a tragic end for that family. This new fateful fact
dismayed the entire town, it was a family very appreciated by all. Don Hernán, Ana
Rosa and their daughter were saddened by everything that had happened. The farm was
paralyzed for a while; no one had a head for anything. For her part, Cristina did not give
up. It couldn't be possible that so many people had died in such a brutal way, and that
no one knew who or who were the perpetrators of such gruesome murders. He began to
search the vicinity of his house, looking for something. It was there precisely where his
great love was attacked, at the first opportunity. He found nothing around the house
either.
In Rodrigo's house, which had remained empty and open since they had all
disappeared, he searched carefully in the rooms where first the physiotherapist and then
he had been murdered. At first he did not find anything unusual, except for some tracks
that perhaps had gone unnoticed. They were human footprints, bare feet that seemed to
belong to a child or a woman. He searched outside the rooms and found two more
footprints, with the same characteristics but less drawn, since the blood that perhaps had
been stepped on; it had remained adhered to the floor in the previous steps. He found
nothing else. He thought reporting that to the police would be a huge waste of time.
She returned home defeated. I did not want to talk to anyone. A huge depression was
taking over her by leaps and bounds. One night, when she felt more distressed than
usual, she wanted to visit her aunt who was still bedridden as always. Arriving at that
monstrosity's room, she thought that perhaps her aunt's state of brain death would
depress her more, so she decided to give up on that intention. Trying to clear his mind,
he headed, flashlight in hand, to the patio with the firm and desperate purpose of
breathing fresh air or perhaps, to take refuge in the immensity of that place where he
could, without any type of recrimination, remember the many times that he had played
there with Rodrigo. In that unforgettable place, they had sworn eternal love. In that
place a great love was born that he would never forget.
Looking into the distance, he noticed something that caught his attention. They were
some barrels, which, for many years, had been accumulated at the end of the courtyard.
A white object protruded from one of them. The lid had been removed, and apparently
misplaced again. She approached, invaded by that congenital curiosity that had always
characterized her. She removed the lid of that large container and what was there
surprised her. It was a huge amount of clothing, women's wardrobe from home, to be
more exact. It was all very strange. In addition to that, a large number of latex gloves,
the kind used by doctors, were deposited in that place. What most caught his attention
was that all this material had a brownish color, like the mark left by blood after a long
time exposed to the rigors of the weather. He turned extremely pale when he observed a
metallic object at the bottom of the barrel. He directed the light of the flashlight towards
the object, realizing that it was a dagger or something of the sort.
She closed that container and, scared, she returned inside the house. He called his
parents immediately and told them of the find he had made. The three of them went to
the place in question and, indeed, Don Hernán corroborated what his daughter had said.
There was no doubt; they were the clothes of Marie Antoinette. Someone might have
used them and placed them there to try to frame her. But all that was absurd, since she
had been in a vegetative state for a long time, therefore, to think that she was guilty of
something; it was more than difficult, impossible. The old lady had never given any
more signs of life, not even an involuntary reflex action or something like that. They did
not understand anything of what was happening. The three of them looked straight into
each other's eyes and immediately returned to the interior of the house.
They had to find some clue. Someone must have gotten in from somewhere. Nothing
had been violated. The only window that did not use a protector was that of Marie
Antoinette, since she always hated that security implement. According to her, if she
used that kind of security, she would feel like a prisoner in her own home. They had
always thought that each one with their theme and if she liked the window like that, no
way. If someone had entered, it would have to have been that way; but something didn't
add up. Then it must be someone who lived in the house and it was evident that they
were not. Lázaro had married a woman from the bar, and had stayed to live with her. He
would have plenty of alibis, since he woke up drunk every day, asleep on one of the
tables in full view of everyone. There was only one person left. And as it has always
been said, everything happens in this life. Without thinking twice, they went to Miss
Marie Antoinette's room.
They entered without knocking and were too surprised when they saw her standing
in front of the window, talking to herself. The old woman looked at them with a strange
look. His eyes were extremely wide. It was a horrifying look. Immediately, the old
woman, with an acrobatic jump, climbed to the window, as if she were an animal. He
held himself up with one arm, just as apes do. In that terrifying position, he took off his
clothing, revealing his wrinkled body; skinny for others A laugh from beyond the grave
resounded throughout the house. Marie Antoinette, like a madwoman, yelled at her
niece with laughter, that no one was ever going to take her away from her side. He had
fooled them all. He had gotten away with it. No asshole had realized that she had done
all that. No imbecile was going to make fun of an Ávila, that was more. That
disheveled, ragged boy, son of a laborer; he was not going to be left with a treasure. He
preferred to see him dead. And so, that crazy woman, mocking everyone with her
diabolical laughter, jumped into the air in an ominous manner, dropping heavily into her
bed, where she curled up without saying anything else. He froze again, this time he had
truly gone to hell.