Rembrandt code

Naturally, the secret services were interested in it. You do realize what an advantage this is . After all, it has always been desirable for thinking beings, in this context – us , to know each other's thoughts, i.e. for a human being to know other people's thoughts. And even e more – to be able to read them at a great distance. And if they can be e transmitted meaningfully, i.e. completely under control, over distances, then it is an impenetrable trump card in the spy game.

Therefore, these developments are under control of the intelligence services.

Here I must make a little reservation and clarify some specifics of modern special services. Although they have always been like this: special services were created by those in power in order to know firsthand, officially or unofficially, the mood of their subordinates – close circle of high-ranking officials or ordinary people. Not unimportant task for them was to learn what was happening abroad , especially if the vector of interest of opponents was directed at our country. Both an ordinary person and extraordinary people, as themselves considered themselves, wanted to know what they were saying and thinking about them, on what material ground they were trying to realize their plans, if any. As a rule, there was always such a thing. Incidentally, political and industrial espionage was born out of such curiosity, which in turn was conceived by gossip, intrigue and suspicion. And, of course, there was always the problem of information transfer – both one way and the other: from the center to its agents, from the agents to their center. And zob acquired methods of information transfer, which are fantastic in themselves. Even ordinary methods that have been used for a very long time, thanks to the seven-mile steps of technology and science development, have evolved into very bizarre states, which will be surprising for people unaware. For example, for more than 100 years there is a technology that at home allows with the help of a lens and artisanal made photographic film to place a very large volume of text on a small piece of material.

I understand your longing, so I will try to move quickly to the essence of the most incident (note: it consists of three episodes), for the reason of which the investigation was initiated.

However, this story will be presented to you in the fabula of a fantastic story for the sake of not getting, let's face it, into disfavor with me. And to judge whether it is true or false is your right.

So, all intelligence services outwardly look like organizations, having a scientifically sound structure and subject to the legal status of state attributes. But at the very top of the intelligence services is a clan. A clan that runs everything and anything. This is not an assumption or conspiracy theory element, it is actually true, I have been in these structures since my childhood. What did you think, you could get into the holy of holies just off the street? No matter how ace you are, you will never get past the unspoken lines. Agree, when you have such power, you can well present and position your presence, with all attributes and rights, on the one hand, as something taken for granted, and on the other hand – as a structure created for the benefit of all people in the state, as well as the state itself and its structures of power. However, even with the naked eye it is noticeable that the intelligence services have t influence on any cluster of power, and are themselves beyond the reach of civil society's control. It follows from this: the one who can judge and be indefensible is always at the top of power. Well, this is just a slight digression.

I have already made a reservation : if I had published these lines earlier, at the time when everything was happening, and this was happening under the omnipotence of that organization, which not by hearsay controlled everything and everything in the state, and even now scans the society, – I might not be here, and even now I still risk a lot. Therefore, there are some nuances that I cannot voice to you, accordingly, I present information in the form of fiction. Although, in fact, I do not publish e e in full version. Well certainly, I will say frankly, I will not disclose state secrets. I just want to tell you about an investigation, purely internal, in our research bureau, connected m with mind reading. Yes- yes. Scientifically, with the phenomenon of telepathy. But the case was not about the phenomenon. It cannot be characterized that way, otherwise it was not a so-called natural or divine, whoever one wants to call it, gift. It will be to some extent about the discovery, invention of methodology of one unique, I will not call it differently, representative of the human species. That's how I'm going to label him. Believe me, what he invented, did, invented, realized is quite worthy of the epithet "unique". As you have already assumed, my whole story, my whole me detective story is connected with him.

Chapter 3: The Phantom

The investigator, being even an employee of such an important institution, tried to be as polite as possible with the lady who applied to their department, because she, first of all, was referred to them by the foreign intelligence service, and secondly, was the wife of the professor – the unspoken genius of the secret project "DUBLFEIS".

– Good afternoon, Veniamin Moiseyevich. I would like to know what became with that citizen who was arrested in the case of blackmailing me?

The investigator, after a few seconds of silent looking around at the visitor, said:

– M didn't arrest him. If that's what you're referring to again. I apologize, as a matter of procedure, he was questioned and sent....

– And you're telling me he's out there now? – n she cut him off abruptly.

– We had no reason to detain him, – without expressing the mimicry and tone of change, replied the inspector for special cases of the investigative committee.

In response, she stared at him with fiercely bulging eyes and began to scan the investigator with her gaze ; wrinkles appeared on her face, giving it an indignant, even more furious expression. This stage of silent communication lasted for about five seconds .

– We sent him for psychiatric examination, – apparently, not waiting for a burst of emotions, calmly, as before, answered the officer of the law, after which their dialog again passed to the stage of silence.

It is not known for what reason the late professor's wife kept silent, but the silence of the investigator was apparently related to what he said next.

– Unfortunately, he got away.

Now the woman still e opened her mouth. The inspector continued in his serene manner:

–And since he never showed himself or contacted you again, we had no reason to look for him. It's still the duty of the Internal Affairs Department.

Seeing the boundary of the visitor's outburst of emotion, he hastened to clarify the situation:

– And sorry, but… – he hesitated, anticipating the imminent end of her silence, – I understand you understand, but… – now he took a note of silence, – agree, we can't arrest everyone who is talking nonsense, excuse me, who was pointed out by a citizen. And I'm sure the police department won't be looking for every crazy person either.

Suddenly she spoke out calmly, albeit in a slightly elevated tone:

– But he came and told me everything my husband knew. All my secrets. That…" she stopped talking, looked away, and finished quieter: – There was no way he could have known that.

The next thing she said in a whisper:

– Could you set me up with a so-called crazy person?

– No," the investigator replied dryly. – What's your point?

She stared at him intently, studying him . The investigator involuntarily became embarrassed and looked away.

– See, I feel like I'm him… like he's not him.

– How's that?

– It felt strange, like I'd met him somewhere before.

Now Moiseyevich studied her facial expression with a slightly amazed expression, as evidenced by the slightly bulging and slightly slanted eyes.

– I'd like to be examined. I'd like to get an expert opinion.

– Why do you need an expert opinion? There was a doctor's report. First of all, your husband worked in a secret research institute called ZASLON, and there's no right to take classified materials out of there. No one would have left you the chip. It was removed. That's right. This lunatic didn't have one. And the fact that he made up some nonsense, I'm sorry.

– What nonsense? He even told our intimate secrets.

– I don't know," said the investigator, – maybe your husband drunkenly blabbed something to him from .

After saying the visitor became agitated, the mask of indignation again appeared on her face:

– You know, I'm very unhappy with your attitude.

– Excuse me, – the investigator said in his serene manner, – what can I say, it's an assumption: there came an unknown type, started to say something to you, you somehow think he's blackmailing you. What was he blackmailing you with?