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who sacrificed himself

for us and became God!

Claudandus, o holy Claudandus!

Hear our pain, hear our voices,

hear our prayer!

Accept our sacrifices! Yes!

Accept our sacrifices!

His end was regarded as a misfortune

and his departure from us as annihilation.

But he is at peace!

Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah!

In the name of Brother Claudandus,

who now dwells among the immortals!

He shall judge the people

and rule over nations!

Those who trust in him,

shall then know the truth!

Grace and mercy shall be bestowed

upon his elect! Deliver us!

Truly this activity was beyond 'The Aristocats'.

O Claudandus,

thou son of pain and light!

Our wounds are full of blood,

as once your wounds were full of blood.

Hear -

There's somebody up there!

What are you idiots waiting for?

Go, go.

Go, go! Up!

Bring him here!

Go, grab him!

Heavens!

Frankenstein's laboratory!

Or much, much worse.

What did it all mean?

Go, spread out!

We need to surround him!

I can smell him.

He must be here somewhere.

He was here.

But where is he now?

You're new, right?

Yes, correct.

My name is Francis.

Friend or foe?

Friend! Forever friend!

A friend who has fallen from Heaven.

Well, not from Heaven -

through the skylight.

On the run from some crazies

of the Claudandus sect.

That sounds like those idiots.

Is it already light outside?

But can't you see that for -

You're blind!

I'm not blind.

I just can't see.

Do you go outside sometimes?

- No.

But still, not a single day has gone by where

I haven't wished to see this wicked world once.

I'm sorry.

Why? There are worse things in life.

One can endure anything -

except perhaps living in a dog kennel.

Have you always been like this?

I mean...

- Been blind?

Yes. From birth.

But it's strange, there are also pictures.

Images in my head.

What are these images?

I see many people gathered around me.

They're so big and bright.

One of the men leans

over me and smiles at me.

He suddenly has something

shiny in his hand and it hurts.

And I fall asleep.

You were not blind from birth.

Some human has done

something terrible to you.

Shall I tell you something?

The nicest creatures I know are people.

Who else would keep a blind runt like me?

May I ask you an unusual question?

Felicitas.

During the nights of the past few weeks,

have you heard any unusual...

You mean the death cries?

Heavens, you're the first witness I've met!

But why are you so interested?

Well, after all, it concerns murder.

Murder? Sounds pretty dramatic.

I think these are just excessive rivalries.

And why do you think that?

The death cries all came from males who

were on the way to some alluring Madonna.

Suddenly, they were joined by someone

that they seemed to know very well.

Did this someone speak

to these future corpses?

Yes. But I could not understand precisely.

But his tone of voice was so urgent,

laden with significance,

as if he wanted to convince

his interlocutors of something.

And later?

And then they uttered the death cry.

What do you know about

this Claudandus sect?

I only know they worship

a martyr named Claudandus,

who supposedly lived in this area in the past,

tormented and tortured by humans.

Tortured...

Why'd you run off?

We just wanted to chat with you.

In which three hundred and sixty volts

ought to loosen my tongue, huh?

Felicitas, I'll be back.

But first I have to discuss

something with him up there!

On the one hand, you came to me so

that I'd do something about the murders,

but on the other hand you concealed

from me what was essential, Blaubart.

Beg your pardon?

It's only a pasttime! A thrill!

This whole Claudandus thing.

Not so important.

- Not so important?!

It's been around for years.

Joker was the first to disseminate

the teachings of Claudandus.

Over the years he's found

more and more followers.

This is the venerable master of ceremonies

with the shrunken head charm, right?

Yes. But the thing is really harmless, Francis.

No one knows who Claudandus really was.

Perhaps he never existed.

May I now?

- Yeah, yeah, come, eat.

And then take me to the genius

of which you told me.

For a can opener, your can opener's

cooking is really first-class!

I checked the dictionary.

"Claudandus" is Latin, and means

"One that must or should be closed."

There's some clue in that.

I can't imagine.

You think?

I think non-stop.

Surprised you, huh?

Well, I've also read

a book once at some point.

Blaubart was here!

Very impressive.

Are we in the house of an

art professor or a pimp?

Sh*t, I don't know exactly.

I think the guy who owns this joint does

something with science or parapsychology.

Devil knows.

Welcome, dear friends!

I've been wondering where you were.

Blaubart told me -

- Okay, this smart -

This guy here is Francis and the

smart aleck over there is Pascal.

Francis? Francis...

It is my pleasure and an

honour to meet you, Francis.

May I offer you both a bite to eat?

Thank you, but we've already eaten.

Well, I personally have no

objection against a snack.

You know the way to the kitchen.

Frankly, I never would've dreamed that

even one of us could operate a computer.

In my own modest way,

I've been trying to discover

the cruel butcher in our area

by means of the computer.

Do you know what this word means?

As far as I know, it's the

scientific term for our type, the feline.

Evolution has produced an

astonishing variety of living creatures.

But none compel more respect

and admiration than the Felidae.

But what does your list include, Pascal?

All the residents of our district.

Name, age, gender, race, health...

Which reminds me that I

still need to enter you too.

Interesting.

- Isn't it?

Especially if it can help to solve a murder.

Did you know that all of the

victims at the time of their -

Yes. They were all after some female in heat.

I have an idea.

Order the computer to find

out the races of the victims.

Simple enough.

All five are not particularly distinguished

representatives of Felidae.

Strange.

All the victims are male, in heat,

and European Shorthair.

No, not all.

Because I haven't had time

yet to enter the sixth victim.

What sixth victim?

Felicitas?

Yes. Felicitas as well, unfortunately.

No, Pascal! That's impossible!

I was speaking with her an hour ago.

Somebody told me, however,

just before you and Blaubart arrived.

And her eyes were open.

As if, even in the face of death,

she had desired nothing more than to see.

Life goes on, Francis.

Where did you get that nonsense from?

From the book you've read?

I was only thinking.

Whoever has Felicitas on his

conscience will have to pay for it.

Can you hear me, neck-biter?!

You will pay for this!

We'll get you, sh*t-head!

No matter what Pascal says,

Felicitas had to die because

she was a witness.

All along, we've been shadowed.

This isn't a rampaging madman.

He goes forth coldly on schedule.

The solution to the riddle is really very simple.

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