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She had subsequently made a complaint at Police Headquarters the same day but had withdrawn it, however, the following day out of compassion, "after a night of remorse like the Unnamed of Manzoni"4 it seems she had said in all seriousness to the perplexed assistant chief on duty.
The homeless Cipolla ate at soup kitchens and drank away not only his entire pension in bars and wine shops, but also what he could put together from begging, always with an aggressive manner because he was drunk from morning to night. He was a remnant of a man that no person in their right mind would be ruthless enough to strike physically in any way, let alone kill and in such an atrocious manner.
Considering the asocial status of the last victim, Deputy Police Commissioner Giandomenico Pumpo, mindful that he had been the head of the Anti Sect Team, had suddenly had the idea that it was a ritual murder by fanatics of the so-called acid youth satanism, not new to attacks on defenseless sleeping bums. Some had been seriously injured, some killed, even though their actions had been performed, until then, by covering the victims with flammable liquid and setting them on fire. Dr. Pumpo had oriented Evaristo Sordi along that line too.