Detective Blofa in the Footsteps of Freud: Psychoanalysis and Crimes

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…