Chapter 6 Chapter 3 Metamorphosis

“Qui veut la fin veut les moyens.” (French proverb: If you want to achieve your goal, you have to think of everything.) "Is the doctor still unconscious?" Inspector Jiegler asked me, he was scratching his gray beard, looking exhausted. "? Well, the doctor said that he has a slight heart rhythm imbalance - he has been injected with lidocaine (author's note: Lidocaine, a common and fast-acting anti-arrhythmia drug.), it should be fine.", I said , glanced at Dr. Gelt Nagel lying in the observation room. "Is the cause of the fainting clear?" Inspector Jiegler seemed relieved, and sat down at the door of the observation room.

"Seems overwrought? In that case, you know?" I suddenly didn't know how to express it——Inspector Jiegler saw my embarrassment, and waved his hand, indicating that I don't need to go on.He turned his head and asked Willy who was guarding the observation room: "Have you reported to the main station?" "Reported on the way here," Willie replied. "Did you ask for help?" "This?" Willie obviously didn't expect to call for backup. "Forget it, if it's just tonight, there shouldn't be any danger." "Well, that guy won't be presumptuous in the hospital?" I interjected a little timidly.

Unexpectedly, this sentence attracted a strong reaction from Inspector Jiegler: "Won't you be presumptuous in the hospital? Humph, do you expect these butchers who can't tell the difference between a half finger and a peanut shell to become more restrained in the hospital? This place is much more dangerous than No. 58 Richter Street, Understood?" Jiegler angrily responded to my interruption, while Willy and Nafp laughed aside—they obviously knew the result. I lowered my head in silence, feeling my cheeks feel slightly hot. Damn boss, why didn't he remind me that this detective is so difficult to get along with.

As if seeing my embarrassment, our bearded inspector also began to feel that what he just said was a bit too much—he twirled his beard, and continued in a much gentler tone: "? You know, if it wasn't dangerous, I wouldn't think of asking for help.? Well, let me say, your name is Taphne, right?" "Huh? That's right, what's the matter?" I raised my head - I couldn't understand why the detective who was so aggressive just now would suddenly ask this question. "Is that a good name?" Inspector Jiegler said this in a low voice and slightly embarrassed.

Willy laughed, but Nafp was still trying to hold back—I must be very red in the face.Sigh~`, the way the detective in front of me eased the atmosphere is really not very good, but now I take back what I just said - this detective seems not so difficult to get along with, and the conspicuous beard still looks cute At 10:30 in the evening, Willy and Nafp went to buy coffee, and Inspector Jiegler and I stood outside the observation room: at about ten o'clock, the doctor on duty, William Gramon, came again and confirmed that Thiel Dr. Te's condition has been completely stabilized-this is good news, the two nurses who were guarding the observation room have also left, but we can't leave: Inspector Jiegler just called the General Administration for support , but the result was obviously not very optimistic-not only did the bureau not agree to send additional manpower to the hospital, but it also refused to allow Willie and Nafp to change shifts.Originally, I planned to leave after the doctor's condition stabilized, but in this situation, I am too embarrassed to ask Inspector Jiegler to go home-forget it, anyway, tonight's series has ended long ago, And I also agree that the boss will work overtime tonight: for the sake of a 20% salary increase, I'd better stay here.

But now it seems a bit too boring: I have read the few magazines on the table outside the observation room a long time ago, and in order to keep quiet near the observation room, there is no TV set in the corridor - I remember when I came here before, It seems that hanging TVs have been seen outside the nurses' duty room (if I'm not mistaken, it should be specially prepared for the family members of the patients who watch the night - and, the nurses must also like to watch serials). Wait, wait until Willy and Nafp get back, and if it's still nothing important, I'll sneak over to watch a midnight talk show—it doesn't happen every day, I think.

"Tafni, what do you think of Wenzel?" Inspector Jiegler, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised such a question that seemed rather difficult to answer when I was thinking wildly. smiled. The lovable bearded inspector seemed especially fond of embarrassing me by asking questions out of the blue. "Is it not convenient to answer? Forget it? By the way, it's a bit late, do you want to go back first?" The inspector seemed to have noticed his abruptness, and he immediately changed to a more appropriate question. "No, you all have to stay up late tonight. It's safer to have one more person guarding here—after all, I'm also a detective assistant."

Damn, Taphne, what's wrong with you?Don't you want to go back a long time ago?Now that the opportunity is right in front of you, why did you refuse it so simply? I shook my head in my heart, waiting for the inspector's response - if he insisted on asking me to go home, I would have no choice but to leave: the boss should not blame me, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow. "Well, what you said makes sense. Huh? Then you can stay here. If you are sleepy, you can go to the nurse's lounge to take a nap-I just asked the nurse on duty, and they said that it can be borrowed.", Ji Ji Inspector Geller's answer made me want to go home completely--I should have expected this to happen.

Sigh~`For the sake of the 20% salary increase, "By the way, Inspector Jiegler, in your opinion, what kind of person is Wenzel?", I still asked the Inspector just now. I am curious about the question, since there is nothing to do for the time being anyway, chatting is better than silence. "? Well, if you want me to say, he is a stubborn young man - please forgive me for sticking to the image of him more than ten years ago, maybe I am also stubborn. He is very smart, but often behaves irrationally : At least in my opinion." Detective Jiegler's evaluation of the boss was quite objective.

"What about you, can you answer this question now?" It was the detective's turn to ask me. "I think my opinion should be similar to yours, right? I haven't been his assistant for too long, but he seems to be more sensible than ten years ago?", I carefully put forward my opinion, for fear that I might The inappropriate speech will be the same as when the hospital safety issue was mentioned just now, and it will cause some bad consequences. "Really?? Yes, time will make people mature. Taphne, I hope you can understand that this case is not as simple as you imagined.? How should I put it, it will be very one-sided from certain angles , do you understand?"

I shook my head. I didn't know what the inspector meant by "one-sidedness". "Forget it?" Inspector Jiegler sighed, "Even if you can agree with me, Wenzel will not agree with me—I know him, and even he chose to give up his job as an agent because of similar reason?" Such a conversation seemed to make the air heavy, and we stopped talking—fortunately, Willy and Nafp came back at this time, took the hot coffee, and the condensed atmosphere quickly became alive.Inspector Jiegler ignored me and went off to talk to Willie about the situation.Nafp looked a little tired, but he seemed to notice my boredom, and handed me a copy of the National Geographic magazine he just bought: "This, I just bought it, the content is very interesting? If you are bored, can you take a look?" There was a bit of shyness in his words, this lovely boy. I took the magazine politely, paying a token glance at the cover, but was in no hurry to flip through it—I really don't have much interest in these kinds of magazines. "Thank you? By the way, have you just entered the police station?" "How do you know?" Nafp looked surprised—he obviously didn't notice the obvious difference between himself and Willy in dealing with various situations, between novices and veterans. "? Well, I noticed that your police officer's ID card - the triangular seal on it is different from theirs." Of course, I can't directly express the above evaluation - as for the difference on the police officer's ID card, at Dr. Gelt's house I noticed it at the time: although I didn't know at the time what the difference in the police officer's ID stamp was related to the actual meaning. "? Well, actually, I'm still in the internship period and have just been transferred to the General Administration for a month." Nafp replied embarrassingly. "Oh, so why do you want to be a policeman?", I continued to ask. "In order to protect this city." Nafp's eyes became firm in an instant - at this moment, I noticed that the conversation between Inspector Jiegler and Willie suddenly paused: the pause seemed to be because of Nafp Did his answer move them? At any rate, the pause lasted less than a second—the conversation between the Inspector and Willie quickly continued, as if the brief pause just now was a small one. illusion. Nafp's firmness lasted for a relatively long time, until he realized that he had lost his composure, then he touched his head in embarrassment, and said as if to defend himself: "? Hehe, I didn't think of this sentence—it was the oath of admission to the police academy. It was because of this sentence that I decided to become a policeman." We stopped talking at this point - I started to flip through the "National Geographic", the detective and Willy's conversation continued, and Nafp just held his coffee and stared at the endless darkness outside the window “Ne vous cantonnez pas dans la biographie, essayez d’autres genres.” (French: don’t settle for biography, try something else.) It’s hard to believe that a magazine and a few cups of coffee got me to almost two o’clock—while a kind nurse brought us a Thermos filled with rich, hot coffee: Finally, the detectives no longer have to worry about deciding whose turn it is to buy coffee. Dr. Gelt didn't seem to wake up, and several times Willie just shook his head at us when he looked in through the window of the observation room. I hope the doctor can wake up as soon as possible. Nafp was obviously not able to stay up all night—he leaned on the windowsill with one hand, dozed half-awake, and almost slipped and fell down several times: But every time the inspector told him to rest in the nurses’ lounge, he would He would pretend to be full of energy again—Jegler and Willie probably knew about his temper, and after talking about it a few times, they let him go. It is now 2:06 in the morning, and I have finally read this National Geographic magazine cover to cover (even more carefully than I usually read Cosmopolitan magazine), just as I was about to return the magazine. When giving Nafp, a nurse hurriedly came to break our tranquility——I saw this nurse in the nurse's duty room before, and she seemed to be sleeping on the bed in the duty room at that time: I guess, she should be today Late shift nurse. "Excuse me, is Monsieur Jiegler Eppert here?" she asked. "? I am, what's the matter?" Inspector Jiegler got up from the chair—he was obviously sleepy, and even staggered when he stood up. "It's like this. A gentleman just called the duty room and said that he is waiting in the phone booth at the main entrance of the hospital and wants to see you." "Oh? Did he leave his name?" The inspector seemed completely unaware of who this late-night unexpected visitor might be. "? Well, it's Mr. Ifant, who says he's coming to visit a doctor friend." Our bearded detective almost fell to the ground at this moment. Maybe things aren't as bad as we thought.After a little surprise, Inspector Jiegler quickly regained his composure: "I'll be there right away. Willy, Nafp, you stay here. If necessary, transfer the doctor as soon as possible." "Yes!" Willie and Nafp cheered up immediately. "Tafni, go to the nurse's duty room immediately and request reinforcements from the General Administration, hurry up!" The nurse and I acted immediately, and we ran to the duty room as fast as we could.She picked up the handset for me, and I dialed the main office switchboard number: "Hi, this is Liberty City Police Headquarters, I'm Marianne, the operator on duty?" "Listen! Marianne, this is Jiegler Epel's team at the Third Hospital—Evante has appeared, please send reinforcements immediately! Please send reinforcements immediately!", I have never used such a loud voice Talked on the phone - the other end of the phone was silent for about half a minute, and a strange male voice replied: "Reinforcements have been dispatched, please remain calm. Tell Inspector Jiegler not to act rashly?" I hung up the phone. I can't express my mood at the moment, the road back to the observation room seems to be getting longer and longer - I am very worried that something will happen to Inspector Jiegler, and I am also afraid that something will happen to Dr. Gelt: If Evante suddenly appears In front of me, in a corner near the observation room, what should I do? After all, I'm a detective's assistant, and I shouldn't be acting so cowardly - thinking so, I took out my sidearm, loaded it, and quickened my pace at the same time. The closer I got to the observation room where the doctor was, the more I felt a weird atmosphere—the lights in the long corridor became dim, as if I was the only one in the whole hospital. I struggled with my timidity, turned around the last aisle, not far from the observation room door just now, I couldn’t move anymore——I almost fainted from the scene in front of me: At the door of the observation room, Nafp fell on the floor, with a scalpel stuck in his left chest, as if an inexhaustible flow of blood gushed out from the knife, soaking the "National Geographic Magazine" next to it mottled And bright. A little farther away from the door, Willie sat on a chair, looking a little decadent, another scalpel pierced his neck, and fixed him completely on the wall behind him—the blood flowing around outlined some The obscure words surrounded and devoured Willy, like a three-dimensional, moving horror movie poster; or, to put it more directly, a totem symbolizing death, a magical power driving my eyes Legs, I walked to the door of the observation room and Nafp’s side with difficulty: I saw his eyes wide open, and his pupils seemed to be unable to find any focus; The wide open and empty eyes are intertwined - he must not believe that he died like this, and no one can accept this reality: "to protect this city", what a pure wish, but it completely disappeared like this up.My attention returned to his left chest, the scalpel was stabbing on his police ID card, piercing through the triangular seal symbolizing a probationary police officer, as if a special hint Doctor!Could it be that the doctor also used up the last bit of calm I had left, and opened the door of the observation room——while entering, I blindly raised my pistol, and after looking around for a week, I didn't find any targets.I kept my eyes on the hospital bed where the doctor was lying on just now. There was no one on the bed—it was replaced by a bunch of rather strange looking things. I got closer, and my eyes gradually adapted to the unique grayness of the observation room—the pile of things on the hospital bed that seemed very strange at first gradually revealed their outlines—it was a white dress that doctors often wear. Coat: Needless to say? I know that those dark gray parts that stand out must be bloodstains. Those are Willy and Nafp? Maybe the doctor's blood.I walked slowly to the bed and picked up the wet, blood-stained clothes with a pistol and dropped them on the floor—it was blood! A small piece was also wet on the hospital bed.A sense of suffocation surged up, and my brain seemed to be about to burst—a piece of paper was pressed under the dress, a very ordinary A4 copy paper, on which we put together the words we are all too familiar with: "IT is time To Die." Some uncoagulated blood hangs on this 80-gram copy paper, so it looks extra dazzling and ? extraordinarily heavy. I can hardly hold this paper? No!It’s not that I can’t hold the paper, it’s that someone covered my mouth and nose from behind—it was a wet handkerchief that smelled like a hospital, a strange smell invaded my nasal cavity, my brain? The gun I was wearing slipped off, and the piece of blood-dripping copy paper also left my hand, slowly drifting down from the increasingly cloudy field of vision until it disappeared. My body is heavy yet light, like being buried Generally in swamps and quicksand, unable to move.I tried very hard to turn around, but soon discovered that this action, which usually seems so simple, is as difficult as jumping out of an extremely terrifying and real dream at this moment.I was desperate, and at the same time felt that my consciousness was rapidly blurring and collapsing. The dark gray blood seemed to fill the entire space, and it seemed that this observation room was the entire space...I felt my body was leaning forward until I fell on the ground. Bloody bed. I didn't have time to complain because I don't know anything "C'est un medecin, et non des moindres." "C'est midi sonne." (French: This is a great doctor. It's too late.) Inspector Jiegler Eppert quickly came to the main entrance of the Third Hospital.In the hospital lobby, he even knocked down a late-night emergency patient. Immediately, several hospital security guards came over, trying to stop him.He pushed them away, showed his police ID, and motioned for them to follow.They came to this phone booth together—it was almost at the main entrance of the hospital, to the left of the entrance to the parking lot, and beside it stood an old red mailbox: the next (and the only one nearby) was not bad. Bright street lights focus most of their light here.In the middle of the night, it was dark and quiet, and a few running people suddenly appeared, with various expressions, coming under the focus of the lights, which felt like a stage play. But this is not the time to applaud—the protagonist in the phone booth, a young man in a hat, may have long, curly blond hair under the hat.He, with his back to this group of tense, approaching intruders, seemed unaware of what was happening and what was about to happen.Our Inspector, Mr. Jiegler Eppel, who was invited, has arrived at the door of the telephone booth.Under the gray beard, he held a gun in his hand, aiming at the door that was about to open. He opened that door: "Hold your head in your hands, policeman!" The inspector's shout shattered the silence in the early morning. The microphone slipped from the young man's hand, connected to the spring-shaped telephone wire, swaying and colliding with a strange rhythm - a face from surprise to anger, and from anger to fear, completely exposed to the light of the street lamp, changing rapidly Under the focus of the light, his expression looked very ridiculous. The young man put his hands behind his head obediently, and immediately squatted down without any additional explanation. The inspector forcibly tore off the young man's hat - the young man had short brown hair, not curly. The inspector picked up the microphone, and the voice in the microphone was hurried and flustered: "Bert! Why are you silent, have you been robbed?" It was the voice of a middle-aged woman. The inspector threw the microphone aside, was stunned for a moment, and then ran towards the main entrance of the hospital—he was in such a hurry that even his police officer ID card dropped by the mailbox, and he didn't have time to pick it up. One of the security guards picked up his police ID card and stood blankly in the center of the light circle projected by the street lamp on the ground. The other two security guards ran after him inexplicably. The young man still held his head in his hands, squatting there obediently, not even daring to make a sound. The quietness of the early morning thickened again in this corner, only the woman screaming from the microphone, still tearing the fragile nerves of the night. field. The noisy sirens also began to gradually approach at 2:20 a.m. on the 8th, outside the observation room. "Inspector Jiegler, this is Este from the SWAT team, and I deeply regret this?" Esther glanced around. Several forensic officers were busy near the bodies of Nafp and Willie, and the flashing lights made people feel extremely irritable. "Our people have already launched a search in the hospital, and all the exits have been arranged. It will only take ten minutes at most. He must not be able to escape?" Detective Jiegler, who had been silent all this time, suddenly approached and grabbed Esther's collar: "Ten minutes?? You can do a lot in ten minutes! Do you think our opponent is a reckless first offender? Look," he dragged Esther to Nafp's side, "Look at this young man , he's only been on the force for a month. Look at what he's done to him and you can imagine how cold-blooded the bastard is, damn it?" Jiegler let go of Esther, and sat down on the chair a little dejectedly: "? What a ridiculous trap. I should have thought about it. He has hostages, Doctor? and poor Taphne. I shouldn't have let her stay here at all." A member of the SWAT team ran up to Esther and handed him something: it was Jiegler's police officer ID. Esther sat next to Jiegler, and put the police officer's card in his hand: "? It's not your fault, whoever would have gone to that phone booth." He tried to comfort our old detective, but Jiegler didn't respond, he just kept silent. "I said, we'd better figure out how to catch this guy now, there's no use being sad?" "? Check Willy's trouser pocket, he has the keys to our police car." Esther's consolation was interrupted by a sudden sentence from Jiegler - at such a time, our bearded inspector certainly does not need special comfort from others, it seems that Esther is unnecessary. "Hollande, check the deceased's trouser pocket immediately to see if there is a police car key there." Esther stood up and loudly gave instructions to the police officer who was collecting evidence beside Willy's body. Hollande shook his head after reading it. Before Esther could say anything, Jiegler had already left the chair, turned and ran away towards the stairwell. Esther knew that he was rushing to the parking lot—he called the names of the two SWAT team members who were guarding the door of the observation room, and ordered them to follow immediately. Jiegler clearly remembered that their car was parked on the left hand side, about the second to third last in the third row, quite close to the emergency passage——in the parking lot of the Third Hospital, there were not many overnight cars, and Ivan If you are lucky, you will be able to find the conspicuous police car soon: Moreover, driving the police car to leave the scene, although it is more eye-catching in the normal state, but when you know that the place will soon be surrounded by police cars ( He had already calculated that Jiegler would call for reinforcements immediately after receiving his news), which would confuse the police more easily—what a cunning guy! Thinking of this, Jiegler had arrived at the parking space where they had just parked - the police car was no longer there.The two accompanying SWAT officers had just arrived, and Jiegler panted and shouted to them: "Immediately ask your leaders to notify the various traffic units that the license plate number of the missing police car is FZ-P3091? Repeat, the license plate number is FZ-P3091!" These two poor people have to run for a while again - they even forgot to use their portable communicators, Jiegler wanted to remind them, but they had already run far away Jiegler shook his head, dizzy for a while, then He fell down on the concrete in the parking lot—he felt exhausted, and once his overstretched nerves relaxed, it seemed that he could never recover: he could finally understand why Dr. Gelt was there fainted. Just when he was about to fall down and sleep for a while, the siren of the ambulance sounded inappropriately. He managed to open his eyes and saw several nurses and doctors quickly pushing a stretcher from the emergency passage. Get out and run in the direction of the ambulance siren.One of the nurses gave him another look, and then said something loudly to the lead doctor. "Unfortunately, it won't be Nafp or Willy on the stretcher, damn it?" Inspector Jiegler thought this way—this kind of thought exhausted his last strength, and he fell down, lying heavily on the hard and cold concrete floor. He finally heard the sound of many heels hitting the hard concrete floor, coming from far and near. “Ni les hommes ni les animaux n' echappent a la mort.” (French proverb: Neither humans nor animals are immune to death.) "Hey, you must be Tolu. Is Vigo napping in there? It's cold enough." I reached out my hand to the big police officer who was standing outside the door smoking a cigarette. He quickly threw the cigarette butt on the ground, freed his hand somewhat puzzled, and shook my hand symbolically: "Well, I'm Tolu Pascal, may I ask who you are?" He glanced at the police ID on my chest. "Nell from the 11th Bureau, the General Administration notified me to come over temporarily to change shifts, haven't you received the notice?", I said, and opened the door of Dr. Gelt's house. Tolu stopped me alertly: "We haven't received any notification, maybe wait for us to confirm first?" "Are you sure? Okay?" I pretended to be very angry, "No one would be willing to rush over to change shifts at such a late hour! The General Administration only said on the phone that Jiegler Epe Detective Inspector, and what? Willie and Naphp went to the Third Hospital, you were temporarily transferred, afraid that you would stay up too late and let me come over at three o'clock to take over? I don't know anything else. If you don't want to go back, I'm really happy! " As I said that, I shook off Tolu's hand and muttered under my breath, as if I was about to walk back to the sidewalk of Richterstrasse without looking back, and never to appear again. Tolu stopped me again, and said in a somewhat apologetic tone: "? Sorry, buddy." He yelled "Vigo!" into the back room, and a small police officer poked his head out of the window--after a while, this seemingly sleepy guy stood behind Tolu. "? Well, Nell, thanks for coming over for the shift," Ruto said. "There's nothing to tell—except don't let a guy in a red SLK200 sneak in. Just stay here. The living room There's coffee on the table, just made by Viggo." Vigo smiled at me, and I nodded to him. "Who's driving that car, suspect? I haven't loaded my sidearm for a long time?" I pretended to be embarrassed. "It's all right, the inspector said. It's a nasty tabloid reporter. There shouldn't be any danger?" I almost laughed out loud. In fact, at this moment, if we continue to send more police officers to ambush in this villa where the owner is not present, it might not be a good way to lure Evante to the bait: if the police in this city can be more persistent in handling any case, I believe everyone The detection rate of this quarter will also be greatly improved. I was also disappointed that Tolu and Vigo didn't ask me where I parked "my police car": no 3:00 a.m. The location of the mission, right? Although I have already made up my reason, I haven't had a chance to use it.Even if Evante came here with Nell's police officer's card, they would probably switch shifts with him. Now is not the time to complain. I turned off the light in the living room and walked into the doctor's study. The bookshelf wall was full of books and connected to the ceiling. An old desk was hidden on the edge of the bookshelf—it was not as big as the doctor's study in my impression. Similarly, the space here is not very spacious: the design of the ceiling and the arrangement of the lamps, as well as the stacks of yellowed, curled and faded copy papers that seem to be medical materials randomly piled up in the corner, the light at night Crowded, oppressed, and many such, uncomfortable feelings piled underneath. I was sitting in front of the doctor’s desk, and there was a group photo of him and his late wife on the corner of the desk—it should have been taken on the lakeside of Capricorn Lake, because in the background we could see some buildings of the inpatient department of the Third Hospital and free trade in the distance tall buildings in the center.In the other corner is a very common folding desk lamp. Under the lamp are some messy small things that often appear on the desk: hole punchers, ballpoint pens, half-full ink bottles and so on.There was a copy of Pascal's "Thoughts" placed a little near the middle of the table. I turned on the desk lamp and opened the book. The book is not in French. A simple blank paper bookmark was tucked into a page, and the bookmark read: There are evils which take possession of us only for the sake of others; and when the trunk is withdrawn, they fall off like branches. Turn it over, there is another sentence: Two similar faces, each of which would not make people laugh alone, but together they make people laugh because of their resemblance. This is probably an excerpt of a reading made by the doctor—I noticed the doctor's handwriting, which is very illegible, but not so unreadable: this should be regarded as one of the good habits of good doctors. The words "crime" and "resemblance" in the excerpt caught my attention (although it is probable that these sentences were transcribed here only by accident), and I therefore "browsed" the book carefully (of course, this "Browsing" does not refer to the content, but only to the book itself): the book is clean, free from writing and creases.But this book should have been read several times, because the book itself is not new, and it is a little loose like all old books after closing-this may not mean anything, I put the bookmark back to the original position and put the book back in its original position. There were also a few sheets of paper scattered about on the table, but the contents were not very interesting-such as "insulin sensitizer mechanism" and "antagonism of peroxisome proliferative activation gamma receptor Body (γ ) analysis method” and so on, these may be related to some medical topics that the doctor is engaged in. I began to keep an eye on the drawers—the first small drawer on the left was locked, and the larger drawer on the right was locked, but not locked.I opened the large drawer, and after examining it, I was disappointed to find that these were still various medical materials, the only exception being a booklet containing excerpts from various books: the doctor carefully made a book titled and the author’s catalog for the index classification, and arrange, organize and paste the book excerpts in order on the corresponding page numbers—for example, when you turn to the page of "Classical Liberalism and Libertarianism", the only excerpts you make are the following one: Book IV, the Austrian School, has a quasi-Hegelian concept of the state. Such a small bookmark is glued to the top of this page, just like the sticky note letters we often use.On the page is probably the doctor's evaluation of the book and the corresponding date, such as this page: 10th, 1997, citation and arrangement of debates on doctrines and schools of thought. There is not much interesting content in this whole pamphlet—and I regret to find that the text in the bookmark I just found in "Thinking Records" probably does not have much extended meaning: Making book excerpts is just a habit of Dr. Gelt. Move your attention to the second drawer on the left for a moment—this drawer is unlocked, but there still doesn't seem to be anything worth mentioning inside: some small medical reference books, and a pen with a broken tip.Also, in one corner of the drawer was a stack of ID-like cards bound together with rubber bands. I took the stack of cards out and opened it. These are Dr. Gelt's expired medical certificates. I counted them, and there are five in total. Among them: Two certificates for the emergency physician and chief physician of the emergency department of the Third Hospital. A certificate of the Chief Surgeon of St. Mary's Second Church Hospital. The third hospital's doctor's certificates are obviously better than those of the church hospital-even though they have been revoked a few years before the latter.Let's take a look, for example, this doctor's card with "Dr. Geert Nagel, Emergency Department Physician, Third Hospital of Liberty City" printed on the front, and white on the light blue backing paper, which is unique to the Third Hospital The cross and the dove-shaped hospital logo are used as watermarks, and the number of the certificate is below the name (this one is EDA199102110017-the letter E should represent the emergency room, probably indicating the job level, and the number 19910211 after that may be the time when the certificate was issued, and the last The 0017 seems to be the serial number); on the reverse side, the rules of the emergency room of the Third Hospital are printed in beautiful fonts, and the lower left corner is the signature of the person in charge of the personnel department of the hospital (so, from this certificate, we can know that in 1991, the third hospital of the city负责人事工作的是韦斯·费特（Weiss·Fitt）博士），以及内容为“本证件已无效/1992年9月14日”字样的证件作废专用印戳。 我们已经知道捷尔特博士是在1994年秋季升任的科室主任，但这里却有两张他作为急诊科医师的证件：另一张证件号为EDA199209140042的医师证上多了一张博士的照片——这可能就是证件更换的唯一原因。 然后，作为急诊科主任医师的两张，按照时间排序，前一张的证件号为，作废时间是1996年5月13日；后一张证件号为EDC199605130004，作废时间为1998年11月30日——从制作技术上比较，后者的照片直接印在了证件上，反面更加上了条形码。 看来，第三医院大概将医师证的升级换代也作为了员工福利的一部分。 同样的，从这样的小地方也能够看出第二教会医院财政上的窘迫状况——单色印刷，手写的证件编号，硕大且单调的“无效”二字印在纸片反面：我将纸片从塑料护套中抽出来，立即就感觉到纸质的单薄。由这样的对比我联想到捷尔特博士更换工作的原因——狄尔瑟·赫拉斯女士曾是第三医院的护士（根据内部网中的资料，狄尔瑟女士于1995年升任护士长，辞职前曾为第三医院护士长总监的候选人之一），92年和捷尔特博士结婚后，于年秋舍弃了本有着光明前途的职业生涯，一心成为丈夫生活上的助理。01 年末，狄尔瑟女士被伊凡特残忍杀害之后，作为伊凡特案侦破过程的参与者以及直接导致这起凶杀发生的、最有可能的诱因，捷尔特博士必定对亡妻带着万分歉疚的心情——由此推断，他也再不能承受每日依旧工作在曾与她相识并坠入爱河的第三医院里了。博士草草更换了工作，来到各项条件都比原来差了不少的第二教会医院：那里离第三医院和他的住所都相当远，是否是为了刻意去逃避回忆，我们不得而知。 我摇摇头，将这叠医师证用橡皮筋重新捆好，放回原位，并关上了这个抽屉。 我很希望在这个书房里找到一些捷尔特博士在参与伊凡特案时所写的笔记或者感想之类，以补充我所得到的内部网资料的某些方面的欠缺（比方去年6月25日博士会议发言时的草稿），如果博士有坚持写日记的习惯——我说，这只是“如果”：我刚刚已经大略检查过一遍书架，并没有发现成排的已经写满的旧日记本。“显然有很多人不愿将自己已完成的一本本日记放在显眼的地方”——我用这样的想法安慰自己，因为我确信博士不会不在自己的家里留下一点和伊凡特案子相关的东西，除非他已经将它们统统给销毁了：他在这个案子上花费了不少精力，必定会留下一些什么，而其中的某些部分可能会是有用但却没被人注意到的线索。 哈，文泽尔，这样的论调——你竟然变成了一个机会主义者！ 对于这样的自省，我解嘲般地笑笑——对于一个侦探而言，无论抱以怎样的逻辑和施以怎样的方法，破案永远都是最关键的。我想到，如果博士不愿意我们翻阅他的旧日记，倒不妨去卧室找找看，兴许可以发现他每天正在写的某些东西：倘若我们每天或者隔几天就要写上两笔，我们总应该将它放在自己最容易拿到的地方——并且是在我们比较空闲的时候于是，我在卧室的床头柜里还真找到了一些东西——几张写上了不少内容的便函纸：这些纸被压在很多无关的杂物下面，看上去似乎并不被人重视（或者说，被故意遗忘）。 虽然没有找到日记，但上面的内容却并不会令人感到太过失望。 第一张纸上写着如下的内容： 梦游的精神状态，梦游与梦伊凡特案月23日、3月13日、5月2日、6月17日、7月3日分析重现，录音及现场照片暗示，疲劳，时间概念错乱长时记忆受损？ coincide? 第二张纸上写着： 作为巧合显然的矛盾： ，伊凡特的真实存在（艾莎、珀迪塔女士、我？），顶楼——真实的现场，[被严重涂抹的痕迹巧合中的巧合。 从动机不可能考虑。 从暗示和潜意识考虑。 被严重涂抹的痕迹第三张和之后几张纸上尽是一些病理学、心理学及大脑研究文章中关于梦游症、长时记忆受损案例及相关治疗方法的简单摘要，以及很多曾在会议报告中出现过的、关于伊凡特案的各种分析和假设。其中的一些内容，可以肯定是在第一、二张纸之前写就的（或者，之后的摘抄——这样的可能性并不大），因为其在内部资料中所对应的出现时间，显然在7 月日之前，在珀迪塔女士登场之前。 第一张纸上所写到的五个日期，分别对应苏珊、玛丽、阿尔萨斯、莱塞济和巴斯德的案子——但却缺少了1月19日辛蒂的案子以及3月2日艾莉斯的案子：这很容易让人想到某种“区分开来的界限”，这五个案子和其余的两个案子之间有什么区别呢？随后的几个词可能在尝试给出一些对此区别的相关分析——我不太能理解“分析重现”以及“时间概念错乱” 的所指，这些词或许是在说明案件中一些并不为人所知的心理因素（由“暗示”这个词展开的联想），而之后的两个问号应该是结论中的、具有选择性质的假设：或者是“长时记忆受损”，或者是“巧合”。现在的问题是：得到这两个供选择结论的前提是什么？博士从怎样的已知线索中推导出了这样的结论？ 值得注意的还有第二张纸上两处被严重涂抹的内容——称它们为“被严重涂抹”，因为这种涂抹确实很细心，细心到看不出哪怕一点有关原文的线索：涂抹者应该是使用了和书写原文时类似的甚至相同的圆珠笔（这是当然，在床头写一些东西却使用墨水笔显然是不太明智的），开始的涂抹顺着原始的字母笔画，然后扰乱原始字母的笔画，继而在字母与字母、单词与单词的空隙之间填充一些杂乱的线条和多余的、无意义的字母组合，或者毫无关系的单词甚至短句。就这样反复模糊原始句子的边缘，直到整整一行都变成一幅抽象派的复杂线条画为止。 我很想知道这样耐心的涂抹，究竟是想要掩饰些什么东西——为什么不简单地丢掉这张纸呢？根据笔迹，我知道这些东西的书写者是捷尔特博士（相反的，涂抹者则不一定是），从内容来看，似乎是打算说明伊凡特案和梦游症以及长时记忆受损有关——联想一下，可能是博士作出了错误的假设，因此需要将一部分内容涂抹掉，以便修改和补充：但如果是将整行涂抹到完全不被人看见的程度，这样的理由显然有些说不过去——就目前的线索来看，博士并没有太多已知的理由将它们这样涂抹掉（即使是因为之前所提到的歉疚感），而如果其他人是涂抹者，又无法解释为何不将这张纸丢弃。 这又是一个难以解释的疑点。 但我相信这样细致的涂抹会让涂抹者不得不用一只手的几个指甲压住这张纸，以让它不至于过份滑动——我因此将这第二张纸小心对折，夹在了我随身的小本里：回侦探社之后，我会让塔芙妮对它做一个指纹分析。既然我们已经有了捷尔特博士的指纹样本，如果能够发现一些有趣的新指纹，相信会对这案子有些帮助。 接下来的搜索令人沮丧——其余的几个房间一无所获，除了生活中程序化的物品的这样那样的套用之外，就再也找不到任何比较特别的东西了。一些很好的隐藏秘密的地点，比方靠近墙角的沙发背面，放满换洗衣物的抽屉里角，抽水马桶的水箱里??我并没有很仔细地检查这些地方，也没有坐下考虑所有可能的情况：因为我也不知道自己到底期望能够找到些什么。在检查完那高高衣柜顶上、布满灰尘的狭小空间之后，窗外依稀传来了清晨的鸟叫声，我看了看表——已经五点半了。 我知道，在真正的换班警员到来之前，我能够逗留在此的时间已经不多了。 这使我再次想到那个上锁的、书桌左侧的第一个小抽屉。 我回到书房，在书桌上找到一个回形针，花了几分钟的时间，将这个抽屉打开了。 在打开抽屉的前几十秒钟的时间里，我听到有车停在别墅门口的声音——不止一辆车，至少三辆：车灯的光线从客厅的窗户照进来，造成一种似乎是太阳提早两小时升起的错觉。 我知道那些一定是警局的车——除了他们还会是谁？有那么一瞬间我想要放下手里的活儿，从书房的窗户跳出去，越过后院的木栅栏，然后沿着那条狭窄阴暗的后巷悄悄溜走： 那时候我还有些时间。 但我却选择利用这少许时间将内尔的警官证用一张无用的复印纸草草包住，塞进书架背面的缝隙里（用复印纸包住的理由，是可以防止电筒光线扫过缝隙时所带来的、特别引人注意的塑料表面反光）——我并不想因为这张警官证而让我们本就无辜的汉迪克也卷入这场事件里，而且，我也答应他会在周末之前将这张外借的证件还给他的。如果他们问起，我会说我一早就将“伪造的警官证”剪碎后冲进了厕所里：尽管我现在已经没有时间这样做了。 然后，应该是有人正从大门过来——他们已经到了门厅，我才终于将抽屉打开。 抽屉里面有一些杂乱叠放的纸，至少我看到的那一张上写着不少的内容；另外，还有一张相纸材质显得很有些年代的合影——或者还有其他一些什么，但我已经没有时间去细细检查了：依稀听到书房外嘈杂的脚步声和警用通话机特有的“哔哔”信号声，我利用最后的这点时间，将那张照片夹进了我的皮鞋里（根据今年夏天的经验，我必须防止这可能十分有用的线索在搜身中被警方发现，从而再次造成很多不必要的麻烦），合上抽屉，又立即拿起一摞手边散放的材料，做出一副正在全神贯注地查找什么重要线索的模样来。 “警察！保持你原来的位置，不许动！” 我知道此时已经有几柄枪指着我了，但我还是将视线移向了他们——进来的几位中，有我们认识的塔希博格·汤姆逊（他现在已经调至总局工作），见到我略略有些吃惊。 我则对他略显无奈地笑了笑，同时，对领头的一位探长说道： “这显然是误会——我受捷尔特·内格尔博士所托，在这里调查某个不便透露的案子的线索。如果你们对此有疑问，可以直接联络我的当事人，他现在应该还在第三医院里。”，我站起身来——夹在鞋中的照片让我很有些不舒服。 “留着到局里再说吧，我们刚从那里过来?” 那位黑人探长示意其余人收起了枪，走过来，取出手铐放在我的眼前： “行了，文泽尔，我们有名的侦探?假冒警务人员、私闯民宅，警方现在正式拘捕你，如果你的律师不会因为你的冒失话语而感到头疼的话，你可以不保持沉默?” 这样的情形已经不是第一次了，我配合地拿过手铐，但并没有马上将自己铐起来： “在那之前，”，我询问眼前的这位探长，“能否让我先跟我的助手通个电话——有些必要的事情需要她来解决：我是指，在我被拘留的情况下。” 这并不是什么过分的要求，我想，眼前这位还算和气的先生一定会同意的。 哪知他却摇了摇头，取回已经在我手中的那副手铐，不由分说地将我铐了起来： “恐怕不行，塔芙妮小姐?数小时前在第三医院被绑架了?” “什么？这究竟是怎么回事？” 我全然忘记了自己手上的手铐——如果形容此刻的我是一个歇斯底里症患者，实在是再贴切不过：我拽住了这位黑人探长的衣领，丝毫不顾他刚才话语中明显的歉疚语气。塔希博格和其他的几个警员过来拉开我，他们合力将我按回到椅子上。 我当然知道这起绑架事件的主谋就是伊凡特·冯·托德，我的脑海中立即浮现出那些惨死的、年轻女性的尸体——一想到塔芙妮竟可能会变成其中的一具，我的心情无论如何也平静不下来。 探长他们没有再说什么，他们沉默着，给我时间去调整一下自己的心情。塔希博格递给我一杯水，我接过，但并没有喝。我试着深呼吸，几次下来，我的混乱状况稍微好了些，现在，我迫切地想要知道些更具体的情况： “谢谢?我已经好些了，卡尔探长，能说得具体些么？” 我抬起头，那位黑人探长正看着我——书房明亮的顶灯刚才就已经打开了，但我现在才将注意力放在他的警官证上：卡尔·诺纳（Karl·Neuner）探长，我可以肯定，这个名字也曾在好几个报载重大案件的“对案件破获有着杰出贡献者”的名单中出现过——和积格勒探长一样，这位素未谋面的卡尔先生也是本市警界的名人之一。 “积格勒探长现在还躺在医院里，他是劳累过度?威利和纳夫普殉职，捷尔特博士也被绑架了?” 卡尔探长留意着我的表情，用很合适的停顿说出了这段句句都切中要点，并且句句都使人震惊的话来。 “?更具体些的情况，如果你想听，我会在车上告诉你。你最好也担心一下自己——你这次的麻烦显然也不小?” 探长示意我跟他出去——我站起身来，同时发现我刚刚手制的那个小巧的回形针工具，正遗落在书桌边一个相当显眼的位置：塔希博格现在所坐的位置，如果站起身来，会很容易看到这个闪闪发亮的小东西的。 我立即踉跄了一下，就像很多突然遇到令人震惊的事情的人们在站起时所经常表现出来的糟糕状况一样——卡尔探长和其他几个人马上过来扶住我，我则就势将那枚回形针踩到了书桌下的阴影里： “抱歉?我没事的，卡尔探长，我们走吧。”，我对我们的黑人探长笑笑，试图用语言分散他敏锐的注意力。 “那就好?嗯，我会设法安排一个单间给你的，你最好也睡上一觉?”，探长看了看我，有些担心地说。 我在一帮警员的夹送下离开了博士的书房。 在经过门厅的时候，我在靠近鞋柜的一个小桌上看到了又一张第二教会医院的医师证，上面的名字当然是捷尔特·内格尔，我甚至能够读出那排手写的编号：S2HH02061709——我停下了我的脚步，对身后的塔希博格大声说道： “塔希博格，帮我看看这张医师证，”，我向他用眼神示意了一下那张医师证的位置，“反面是否也盖上了'无效'的印戳。” 我们可爱的塔希博格条件反射般地拿起了这张证件，几乎是脱口而出道： “?没有！” 卡尔探长回过头来，狠狠地瞪了塔希博格一眼。 塔希博格赶紧将医师证放回原位，有些恼怒地从背后轻推了我一下。 “抱歉，朋友。”，我转过身对他说。 塔希博格无奈地笑了笑，拍了拍我的肩膀。 这时东方的天开始蒙蒙亮了。 我们离开了李希特街58号。