Chapter 33 Section 33

Gradually, the truth emerged. According to the fire-breathing performer, the child he encountered was a little girl elaborately dressed as a boy. She cut her hair short, wore appropriate clothes, and behaved like a little boy.The man said unequivocally, "She never told me she was a girl...it was her secret, got it? It's just that I noticed right away that something was wrong. First of all, she was beautiful and a real Beauty embryo. Then there's her voice, her body shape. She's supposed to be ten or twelve years old, you can tell already. Also, she may have something in her eyes that changes the color of her irises, her eyes are It's black, but it's an unnatural jet black. Also, she keeps complaining about pain in her eyes, the kind that goes deep into her head, she said..."

Karim summed up the clues.Jude's mother was most afraid of the demons who would destroy her children.Perhaps because of this, she first left her hometown and settled in Sazak.There, she borrowed the new identity and changed the child's name, even concealing the child's gender.That way, no one has a chance of recognizing her or finding her.However, two years later, the devils reappeared in their new city, Sazak.They've been looking for this kid, and they're going to find him soon. No, it's about finding "her". Mother panicked.She destroyed all the materials, all the files, all the documents that contained her daughter's name -- even if it was a pseudonym.Especially the photos, because one thing is certain: Even if the devils don't know the baby's new name, they still know her face.It was even the face they were looking for: this evidence, this physical evidence.Because of this, they must first focus on looking for class photos in order to find this rounded up face.But where do these pursuers come from?Who are they?

Karim asked the young fire-breathing performer: "That girl, did she never tell you about the devil?" The young flamethrower kept fiddling with his torch. "The devil? No. The devil..." He pointed to his companions who were smirking, "...we are the devil. Jude doesn't talk much. As I said, we were all children at that time, and I only taught her to vomit. fire……" "Is she interested?" "It's just obsessed. She said she wanted to learn...to protect herself and her mother...this kid is really... weird." "Didn't she tell you anything about her mother?"

"No, I didn't even see her... Jude and I stayed with me for an hour or two and then disappeared... like Cinderella. She slipped away like this a few times and never came back ..." "Don't you remember anything? Any details, or something in particular?" "Can not remember." "Her name, like... did she never tell you what her name is... real name?" "No. But speaking of which, it occurred to me that she insisted on something in particular..." "what?" "At the time, I called her 'Judy' at first, with a British accent, like in a Beatles song. But it pissed her off, and she wanted me to call her 'Judy', seriously. emphasize."

The flame-breather smiled bitterly, and his eyes seemed a little moist.Karim felt that the dragon might have been madly in love with the girl. The man asked him in turn: "Are you investigating? Why? What happened to her? Now, her age should be..." Karim didn't listen to him any more, he was thinking of little Jude who had been in school for two years under a false identity.How did her mother forge the child's ID when enrolling in the school?How could she make everyone think her daughter was a boy under the eyes of everyone?Especially a female teacher who has daily contact with children?

Suddenly, Karim thought of something.He raised his eyes and asked the flamethrower, "Is there a phone here?" "What do you take us for? Tramps? Come with me." Karim followed in his footsteps. The flamethrowers left Karim in a small spray-painted wooden shack at the end of the yellow sand show.A telephone is on a shelf.The police dialed the number of the headmistress of Jean Jaurès Primary School.The wind beat violently against the tent.He watched the fire-breathing men from a distance.After three rings, a man's voice answered. "I want to see Madam Principal," Karim explained, trying to restrain his excitement. "who are you?"

"Lieutenant Karim Aduf." A few seconds later, the headmistress' panting voice came from the microphone. The policeman asked straight to the point: "Do you remember the female teacher you mentioned? The one who left Sazak at the end of 1982?" "certainly." "You told me she oversaw Intermediate Year 1 in 1981 and then Intermediate Year 2 in 1982." "Is such that." "Actually, she went from grade to grade with Jude Itello, didn't she?" "Yes, so to speak. But I told you, it's very common..." "what is her name?"

"Wait a minute, I'll look through the notepad..." The headmistress rummaged through the files. "Fabiana Pascoe." Apparently, the name didn't remind Karim of anything.It has nothing in common, no resonance with the child's pseudonym.The cops struggled with each new piece of information in their minds.He asked, "Do you know her maiden name?" "That was her maiden name." "Is she not married?" "She's a widow, that's what I saw on her profile. It's strange, she seems to be using her original surname again."

"What was her husband's last name?" "Wait... Found it: Errol. H-E-R-A-U-L-T." Another dead end. "Okay. Thank you very much, I..." A flash of inspiration.If he was right, and if this woman was Jude's mother, then the little girl's original surname should be - Errol.And her name... Kareem thought again of what the flamethrower had said, about the pronunciation of a child's name.She stubbornly insisted that the name should be pronounced the way it was written, in French.Why?Is it because it reminds her of her real name?Her little girl's name?

Karim breathed into the phone: "Wait for me a minute." He knelt down and wrote two names in the sand.In capital letters, with one name below the other: Fabiana Ellor. Jude Itello. The last two syllables have the same.Homophony, the same tone.He thought for a moment, then wiped the letters he had just written in the sand with his hands.He broke the syllables again and wrote: Ju-Tee-Te-Lo. Then: Judit Errol. He almost let out a triumphant cheer.Jude Etello is actually called Judit Ellor.The little boy was a girl, and the mother was the governess.She reverted to her maiden name in order to confuse the public.Changing the child's name to a boy's was done so deliberately, perhaps to keep the child from being confused, or from her reluctance to accept her new identity.

Karim clenches his fists, he's sure that's how things are going.Because of her convenient position, that woman was able to forge the child's identity at school.This hypothesis explained everything, including how easily the woman had deceived everyone in Sazak, and why she had been so cautious about stealing the school's documents. He asked the headmistress in a trembling voice: "In your school district, can you get detailed information about this female teacher?" "tonight?" "Yes, tonight." "I... yes, I know people. Maybe. What do you want to know?" "I want to know where Fabiana Pasco Ellor ended up after she left Sazac. And where she taught before that, and find someone who knows her. Do you have a cell phone?" The headmistress gave him the number and was a little confused. Karim continued: "How long does it take for you to go to the school district to get this information?" "About two hours." "Bring your phone. I'll call you in two hours." Karim walked out of the shack, waving goodbye to the fire-breathing performers.They danced the Saint-Guy dance again.