Chapter 4 fourth quarter

At the command of the chief, police officers of all sizes dispatched overnight, searched every corner of Boston, and arrested six "suspects" by dawn.When registering at the Headquarters, the officers eyed each other's suspects vigilantly, for fear that their own rogues might not be as qualified as the other's.The plainclothes detectives tiptoed out of the dungeon, gave each other tacit signals, nodded knowingly, each formed a group, and walked upstairs in twos and threes. The arrested suspects were detained together, some hummed obscene tunes, some covered their faces with their hands, and some cursed and threatened the policemen who arrested them.

Several police officers blushed and questioned loudly.Director Kurtz then details Healey's death, but he worded it cleverly without mentioning the identity of the victim.After talking for a while, someone interrupted. "Hey, Chief." A big black hooligan stared straight at the corner of the room, with a puzzled look on his face, and asked in a coughing voice, "Hey, Chief. This new black What's up with the poodle? Where's his police uniform? I don't think you're going to take a nigger detective? How about I try?" Nicholas Ray stood up, straightening himself, to a roar of laughter.Only then did he suddenly realize that he was not among the interrogators and was wearing plain clothes.

"Well, man, it's not like there are no blacks," said a tall, lanky man who seemed to be an expert in identifying Nicholas Ray as he stepped forward to look at Nicholas Ray. "I think he's a bastard, a marvelous specimen of bastard. His mother was a slave and his father a plantation worker. Isn't it, my friend?" Lei stepped forward, "Sir, answer the director's question, okay? If it's okay, let's help each other find the answer." "Well said, purebred white man," said the tall lanky man, stroking his beard with a finger. Chief Kurtz poked the diamond button on Landon Paisley's breast with his lead-tipped cane, and said, "Don't make me angry, Paisley!"

"Hey, watch out!" said Boston's top safe-burglar, dusting off his vest. "That shiny little thing's worth eight hundred dollars, Chief! It's not a steal, I paid for it!" Everyone roared with laughter, and the detectives couldn't help laughing.Kurtz certainly wouldn't let Langdon Paisley get carried away, let alone today. "There was a string of safe thefts in the mall last Sunday, and you must have been involved," Kurtz said. "I can arrest you for violating the Sabbath laws right now, and put you and other punks in a dungeon!" Willard Burndy, laughing wildly.

"Well then, dear Chief, I can reveal a thing or two," said Peasley, raising his voice dramatically so that everyone in the conference room could hear him. "Certainly not our friend Mr. Burndy, but who else has the talent to get it in the high street. Or are the safes owned by old women?" Hearing this, Berndy blushed suddenly, his piercing eyes widened, he squeezed his way out of the crowd, and rushed towards Langdon Paisley.Berndy's fuss almost caused a riot among the rascals, but they only booed or yelled. A few policemen rushed up to stop Burndy and pushed a delirious guy out of line.He was shaking so badly as if he was sifting chaff, and he was about to be unable to stand upright. Nicholas Ray held him up.

This person is skinny and haggard, with a fluctuating expression, but a pair of dark eyes are very handsome.No one knew the man.His mouth moved as if to hiss, showing a set of crumbling teeth, and stank of Medford rum. Ray held the stunned man in his hands to keep him from collapsing to the ground.His nose and mouth were both red and irregularly shaped, with a few sparse beards.It is estimated that there was an accident or a fight a long time ago, and one of his legs is a little lame.His hands were thick, and he was making weird gestures.The unidentified man trembled more and more as he listened to the director's detailed account of the murder.

Deputy Commissioner Savage said, "Yeah, this guy! Do you know who caught him in, Ray? When he was taking pictures of these new gangsters just now, he refused to give his name. It's like a lion in Egypt." Human face!" The fake collar of the sphinx is rolled up and covered by a dirty black scarf.He seemed to be staring at something, his eyes were empty, and his surprisingly large hands were waving vigorously, as if drawing concentric circles. "What do you want to draw?" Savage quipped. He was indeed drawing a map or something, and it would be of great help to the police if they could see what the Prophet was looking for in the weeks to come.The unidentified man was already familiar with the scene of the Healey murder, not that he had been there, as a poor man like him was not entitled to the living room of the wealthy area of ​​Beacon Hill.What he sketches out of thin air is not a picture of the world, but the dreadful gates of hell.He imagined that place, and the scene of Judge Healy's murder came to him more and more clearly-yes, it was there that the punishment was delivered.

The deputy director gently led him towards the door.The man was trembling and crying, and suddenly made an almost unintentional movement, pushing the deputy director, who fell headfirst into a stool. The man jumped a few steps and ran behind Lei, with one hand around Lei's neck, and his fingers in Lei's right armpit. With the other hand, he knocked off Lei's hat, covered his eyes, and put Lei's Turning his head to face him, Ray's ear was forced against his cold, wet lips.The man's lips moved, and the hoarse whisper was as thin as a mosquito, full of confession and despair. Only Ray knew what he was talking about.

Seeing this, the group of hooligans immediately exploded, and everyone was elated. The unidentified person suddenly let go of Lei, grabbed a fluted column with both hands, and desperately jumped up the column.Ray was so preoccupied with those vague words that he didn't think about anything else.It seemed to be a series of meaningless symbols, very harsh but powerful, and must contain hints that Ray could not imagine. Dinanzi (front).Ray staggered after the escapees, trying to recall the whispered words, "eterne etterno, eterne etterno" (etterne etterno, etterne etterno), trying to remember them, but with great difficulty.The momentum of the unknown person was so great that even if he wanted to stop at this moment, he couldn't stop.This moment is the last moment of his life.