Detective Blofa in the Footsteps of Freud

"I am Detective Blofa and I must stop the criminal " he said to himself to force himself to get up. How did he find himself in this haunted house as if in some third-rate thriller movie? The group of friends were seated around the oval table. The sounds coming from the roof weren't exactly mice... A strange vibration suddenly made the playing cards on the table jump, just as they were about to end their spiritual games and play a round of "bluff."

"Murder in the village. Young woman dead..." someone reads the newspaper headline aloud and folds the page.

"The murderer didn't leave a trace..." the news story ran.

Detective Blofa is already working on the first clues: "Dear Freud" the email said...and he suddenly discovers that there is not only one dead girl...