Chapter 9 Chapter nine

Three days after Erika started acting as editor in chief of the Swedish Morgan Post, editor-in-chief Morland died at lunchtime.He spent the morning in the glass cage, while Erica and associate editor Peter Frederiesen went to meet with the sports editor to get to know his colleagues and how they work.Fredrisen was forty-five years old, a newcomer to the newspaper, taciturn but not obnoxious, and a lot of experience.Erica had decided that once she was at the helm, Frederickson's insight could be relied on.She spent a lot of time assessing who she could trust in the future and recruit into her new team.Frederick is definitely a good candidate.

When they returned to the editor's desk, they saw Moreland get up and go to the door of the glass cage.He seemed startled. Then he leaned forward, grabbed the back of a chair with his hands, held it for a few seconds, and then collapsed. He died before the ambulance arrived. Throughout the afternoon, the editing room was filled with panic.After Chairman Boshe arrived at two o'clock, he called the staff and held a brief mourning ceremony for Moreland.He talked about how Moreland had dedicated the past fifteen years to the newspaper, and the price sometimes that being a newspaper man had to pay.Finally, he asked everyone to observe a minute of silence.

Erica noticed that several of her new colleagues were watching her.an unknown. She cleared her throat, took half a step forward without being invited and didn't know what to say, and said in a firm tone: "I have known Morand for a total of three days, and the time is too short. Although I know him well Very limited, but honestly I wish I had known him a little more." From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Boshe staring at her, and immediately shut up.He seemed surprised by her initiative to speak.She took another step forward. "The unfortunate sudden passing of your editor-in-chief will cause problems for the newsroom. I was due to take over from him in two months and thought there would still be time to learn a lot from him."

She saw Boshe opened his mouth as if intending to say something. "It's not possible now, and we'll have a period of adaptation. But Moreland is the editor-in-chief of a daily newspaper, and the newspaper will go out tomorrow. It's nine hours before it's sent to the printing house, and it's still nine hours before the front page is finalized." Four hours. May I ask . . . which of you is closest to Morand?" The employees looked at me and I looked at you, and there was a moment of silence.Finally Erica heard a voice from the left. "It should be me."

It was Gunner Magnussen, the front-page editor, who had been with the paper for thirty-five years. "Someone needs to write an obituary, and I can't write it... That would be too presumptuous. Could you do it for me?" Guna hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Okay, I will write." "We're going to do the whole front-page story and move everything else to the back." Gunner nodded. "We need photos." She glanced to the right, meeting the eyes of photo editor Rainer Tokaisen.He nodded. "We've got to get to work on this. It can be difficult at first. When I need someone to help me make a decision, I ask your opinion and I rely on your skills and experience. You know what it's like to run a newspaper, and I You need to take more classes."

She turned to Frederickson. "Fredelisen, Moreland trusts you very much. Now you have to teach me like a mentor, and the responsibility is heavier than usual. I want to ask you to be my advisor." He nodded.Otherwise, what else can I do? She then turned to the subject of the front page. "One more thing. Moreland was working on his editorial this morning. Gunner, can you go into his computer and see if he's finished? Even if it's not quite finished, we're going to publish it. This is his last It would be a disgrace for an editorial not to appear. Our paper today is still Hawken Moreland's paper."

No one said anything. "If anyone needs a little personal time, or wants to take a break to think, please do. You all know deadlines." No one said anything.But she found someone nodding in agreement. "Get to work, everyone," she whispered in English. Holmber threw up his hands helplessly, Boblanski and Maud looked suspicious, and Anderson was expressionless.They were sifting through Holmber's preliminary investigative report, which had been completed that morning. "Nothing?" Modi asked in a very surprised tone. "Nothing," said Holmber, shaking his head. "The coroner's final report came in this morning, and there is no sign of anything other than hanging himself."

They looked again at pictures taken in the living room of the summer cottage in Smodalal.Everything leads to one conclusion: Björk, the deputy head of the Immigration Section of the National Security Bureau, climbed onto the stool, tied a knot on the chandelier hook, wrapped it around his neck, and kicked the stool to the other side of the living room resolutely.The medical examiner was unable to determine the time of death, but attested that it happened on the afternoon of April 12th.And it was none other than Inspector Anderson who discovered the body on April 19, and because Boblanski tried repeatedly to contact Björk but couldn't find anyone, he finally sent Anderson to find him after being annoyed.

During that week, the ceiling chandelier loosened, and Björk's body fell to the ground.Anderson saw the body from the window and called back urgently.Boblanski and others who arrived at the summer house believed it to be a crime scene from the start, believing that Bjork had been hanged by someone.Later that day, the forensic team found the chandelier hooks, and Holmber was ordered to investigate Björk's death. "There was no indication of a crime at all, and there was no indication that anyone other than Björk was present at the time," Holmber said. "What about the chandelier?"

"The ceiling chandelier has the fingerprints of the owner, who put it on two years ago, and Björk's own fingerprints, which means he took it down." "Where did the rope come from?" "The flagpole in the garden. Someone cut two yards or so of rope, and there was a pocket knife on the window sill outside the back door, which the owner said belonged to him, and it was usually kept in the tool drawer under the kitchen bench. Hilt, blade And the tool drawers all had Björk's fingerprints on them." "Hmm." Rong Di said. "What kind of knot?" Anderson asked.

"Grandmother's knot, even the slipknot is just a loop. That's probably the only thing that's a little odd. Björk was in the navy and should know how to tie a knot. But who knew a suicidal man would pay much attention to knots Woolen cloth?" "And what about drug reactions?" "According to the poison test report, Björk's blood has a strong painkiller reaction, which is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. There is also an alcohol reaction, but it is very small. In other words, he is more or less conscious." "The forensic report said he had several abrasions." "There is a three-centimeter-long abrasion on the outside of the left knee. It's really just a small wound. I thought about it, but there may be a dozen reasons for the injury...for example, hitting the corner of the table." Maud picked up a photograph of Bjork's distorted face.The loop is deeply embedded in the flesh, so that the rope is hidden under the skin of the neck.The whole face was swollen weirdly. "He had been hanging there for about twenty-four hours before the hook came off. The blood was either in his head - the loops kept the blood from getting to his body - or in his lower extremities. When the hook came off, his body hit the ground and his chest hit the ground. The coffee table, leading to a deep bruise here. But this injury did not appear until long after death." "It was a terrible death," Anderson said. "Don't know. The loop is very thin so the cut was deep, which stopped the blood flow. He probably fell into a coma within seconds and died in a minute or two." Boblanski closed the preliminary report in disgust. He didn't like it.He didn't like the fact that Zarachenko and Björk had died on the same day, according to their deduction.But no amount of speculation can change the fact that the investigation results of the crime scene do not support the theory that a third party assisted Björk on the road. "He was under a lot of pressure," Boblanski said. "He knew that Zarachenko might be exposed, that he might be sentenced to prison for sex trafficking, and he would be at the mercy of the media. Don't know." Which one is he more afraid of? He is sick and suffers from chronic diseases for a long time... I don’t know. It would be nice if he left a suicide note.” "A lot of people who commit suicide don't write a suicide note." "I know. Well, put Björk aside for now, there's no other choice anyway." Erika couldn't sit in Moreland's seat for the time being, nor could he move his belongings aside.She arranged for Gunner to go to Morand's family and ask the widow to come herself or send someone to clean up his things sometime. In a short time, she first cleared a place at the editing desk in the middle of the editing room, put a laptop on it, and gave orders there.The scene was chaotic.But three hours after she took over the helm of the Swedish Morgan Post in such appalling circumstances, the front page went to print.Gunner cobbled together Moreland's life and career into a four-column essay.The layout is centered on a black-bordered photo, almost the entire photo above the crease, his unfinished editorial on the left, and a long row of photos at the bottom.This design is not perfect, but it has a strong emotional appeal. When it was almost six o'clock, Erica was reviewing the headlines of the second edition and discussing the content with the editor-in-chief when Bosher came up and patted her on the shoulder.She looked up. "Can I talk to you?" Together they walk to the coffee machine in the staff lounge. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm very pleased with the way you took charge today. I think you exceeded all of our expectations." "I don't have a lot of options. It might be a bit of a stumbling block before I actually get on track." "We understand." "us?" "I mean the staff and the directors, especially the board of directors. But after today's events, I am even more convinced that you are the ideal candidate. You came here at a critical time and took charge in a very difficult situation." Erica almost blushed.But she hadn't blushed since she was fourteen. "Can I give you some advice?" "certainly." "I hear you disagree with Home on a certain subject." "We disagree on the angle of the article discussing the government's tax plan. The headline in the news section should be neutral, but he puts his opinion in it. Opinions should stay in the editorial page. Now that I'm on the subject, I'll just mention it in passing... for later I do occasionally have to write editorials, but I also told you before that I am not active in any political party, so we have to work out who will run the editorial pages going forward." "For the time being, Guna can take over," Boshe said. Erica shrugged. "I don't care who you name, but that person has to articulate the newspaper's point of view. The position should be stated here ... not in the news page." "Exactly. What I was about to say was that with Holm you might have to give in a little bit. He's been at the Swedish Morgan Post for a long time, he's been news editor for fifteen years, and he knows what he's doing. There's He may have been grumpy at times, but he's irreplaceable." "I know, Moreland told me. But in terms of policy, he has to follow orders. I'm the one hired to run the newspaper." Bo She thought for a while and said, "After these problems surface, let's solve them one by one." When Annika boarded the X2000 at Gothenburg Central Station on Wednesday night, tired and angry, she felt as if she had lived on the train for a month.She bought a cup of coffee in the dining car, returned to her seat, and opened the notes of her last conversation with Salander.Salander, that was why she was tired and angry. She has something to hide.That little fool didn't tell me the whole truth.And Michael also has something to hide.God knows what tricks they're playing. She also decided that since her brother and the client had not communicated so far, the conspiracy between the two—if there was any—must be a tacit understanding that developed naturally.She didn't understand what it was like, but her brother must have thought it was very important and had to hide it. She worries about moral issues, one of his weaknesses.He is Salander's friend.She knew her brother, knew that once he had a friend, even if that friend was a nuisance with an obvious lack of character, he would be loyal to her to the point of recklessness.She also knows that he can tolerate countless stupid things from his friends, but he can't cross a certain line. As for where the line is, it seems to vary from person to person, but she knows that he once completely broke up with his friends because they did something he thought was cheating on them, and There is no room for accommodation, and after the breakup of friendship, they will never communicate with each other. Annika understood what her brother was thinking, but she had no clue about Salander, and sometimes it felt like nothing was on her mind at all. Annika originally guessed that Salander might be very emotional and closed, but she didn't feel that it must be a certain stage until she met her in person, and it depended on whether she could gain her trust.But after a month of talking—not to mention the fact that Salander was barely able to speak in the first two weeks, so she wasted a lot of time—the communication between them was still purely one-sided. Salander sometimes seemed so depressed that she didn't want to deal with her present and future.The only way to provide her with an effective defense is to have all the facts, and she simply doesn't understand or care.How can Annika work in the dark! Salander was often silent, and even if she said something, she had to think for a long time and choose her words carefully.Usually she didn't answer at all, but sometimes she would answer Annika's question a few days earlier.During the police interrogation, Salander also remained silent, staring straight ahead.She just wouldn't confide a word to the police, almost always.The rare exception was when Officer Erlander asked her about Niederman, she would look up at him and answer each question very clearly.However, as soon as she changed the subject, she immediately lost interest. She knew that Salander never talked to officials as a matter of principle, which worked to the case's advantage.Despite her constant encouragement of the client to answer the police's questions, deep down she was happy with Salander's silence.For the simple reason that there would be no inconsistencies in silence, no lies to entangle her, no contradictory inferences that would have adverse effects in court. However, Salander's composure surprised her.When the two of them were alone, she had asked why she was so stubborn about speaking to the police. "They would distort what I said and use it against me." "But if you don't explain clearly, you may still be sentenced in the end." "That's it. I didn't cause this bunch of problems. If they want to convict me, I can't help it." In the end, Salander told the lawyer almost everything that happened to Stahlerhermann, except for one incident.She would not say how Lan Ting had been shot in the foot.No matter how hard or soft Annika acted, Salander just stared at her and smiled. She also told Annika Goserberger about it, but never mentioned why she was after her father.Did she go there on purpose to kill him—as the prosecutor said—or to reason with him? When Annika brought up her former guardian, Bierman, Salander said only that she had not shot him, and that the murder was no longer one of the charges against her.And when the topic touched on the most critical point in this series of events, that is, the role played by Dr. Tyler Polion in the mental hospital in 1991, Salander fell into absolute silence all of a sudden, as if she would never speak again. In a word. It's going to get nowhere, Annika thought, if she doesn't trust me, she'll lose the case. Salander sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window. She could see the buildings on the other side of the parking lot.Annika had sat motionless for an hour since she had stormed out and slammed the door behind her.Her head hurt again, a faint, mild pain, but she still felt uncomfortable. Annika made her impatient.On a practical level, she could understand why the lawyer kept pressing for details about her past, and on an intellectual level, she could understand that Annika needed to know all the facts.But she didn't have the slightest desire to talk about her feelings or actions, and her life wasn't about anyone else.It wasn't her fault that she had a sadistic, murderous father.It wasn't her fault that she had a murderer brother.Thank goodness no one knew they were brother and sister yet, or there would have been a mental health assessment sooner or later, and it must have been against her.She didn't kill Dag and Mia, and it wasn't her responsibility that the assigned guardian turned into a rapist who was worse than a pig or a dog. However, it was her life that was about to be turned upside down.She will be forced to explain her actions and be forced to ask for forgiveness in self-defense. She just wants to live in peace.In the end, she still had to live alone after all.She doesn't expect to have friends.That damned Annika was probably on her side, but that was a professional friendship offered by being her lawyer, a professional.Little bastard detective Blomkvist didn't know where he was either—Anika seemed reluctant to mention her brother—and Salander never asked.Now that Darger's murder was solved and the story he wanted was out, she didn't expect him to be as interested in her as before. She was curious, with all that had happened, what Armansky thought of her. She was curious about how Pangelan viewed this situation. According to Annika, they both said they would support her, but that was just empty words.There was nothing they could do to solve her personal problems. She wondered what Miriam thought of her. She wondered what she thought of herself, and finally realized that this whole life didn't matter to her at all. Thinking of this, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the guard keying in the door, and Dr. Jonathan came in. "Good night, Miss Salander. How are you feeling today?" "It's fine," she replied. He looked at the medical chart and found that she had gone down the fever.He came to round the house several times a week, and she was used to his presence.Of all the people who had touched her and prodded her, he was the only one who made her feel a certain degree of trust.She never felt that he looked at her strangely.He came to the ward, chatted for a while, examined her recovery, never asked any questions about Niederman or Zarachenko, whether she was crazy, or why the police locked her up.He seemed only interested in how her muscles were working, how her brain was healing, and how she was feeling. Moreover, he has actually searched her brain. Those who can search here and there must be treated politely.To her surprise, despite Dr. Jonathan's poking and fussing over the thermometer, she was delighted by his visit. "Can I check?" He checked as usual, looking at her pupils, listening to her breathing, taking her pulse, blood pressure, and watching her swallow. "How am I?" "It's gradually recovering. But you need to exercise more seriously. And you will pick the scab on your head, so you can't do this anymore." He paused for a while. "Can I ask a personal question?" She stared at him, and he waited until she nodded in agreement. "That dragon tattoo...why did you tattoo that?" "You didn't see it before?" He suddenly smiled. "Actually, I saw it, but you were naked and I was busy stopping the bleeding, removing the bullet, etc." "Why do you want to know?" "Just curious." Salander thought for a while, then looked at him and said: "I don't want to discuss the reasons for my tattoos." "Just pretend I didn't ask." "do you want to see?" He seemed a little taken aback. "Okay, why not?" She turned her back to him, pulled the hospital gown down her shoulders, and then adjusted her sitting position so that the light from the window fell on her back.He looked at the dragon pattern on her back, it was beautifully and delicately tattooed, it was a masterpiece. After a while, she turned her head. "Are you satisfied?" "It's beautiful, but it must be painful." "Yes," she replied, "it hurts." Jonathan was confused as he left Salander's room.He was satisfied with the progress of her recovery, but he really couldn't understand this weird girl.Even without a degree in psychology she knew her emotions were not right.She spoke to him politely, but also slightly suspiciously.He had also heard that she was polite to the other paramedics as well, except when the police came and said nothing.She closed herself off and kept a distance from those around her. The police locked her up in a ward, and prosecutors planned to charge her with attempted murder and grievous bodily harm.He found it inconceivable that such a small girl had the strength to commit such an atrocity, especially when the victim was a grown man. He asked about her Longwen tattoo mainly because he wanted to find a private topic to talk to her about.He didn't particularly wonder why she had adorned herself in this way, but since she had chosen such a striking pattern, there must have been something special about it.He just thought it might be a good way to start a conversation. It wasn't planned for him to visit her because Andrin was her attending physician.But Jonathan was the director of the trauma center, and he was proud of what they had done the night Salander was brought into the emergency room.He made the right decision and chose to remove the bullet.So far, Salander has not experienced memory loss, physical deterioration, or other complications from her injuries.Had she continued to recover at the same rate, she would have left the hospital with a scar on her scalp and no other noticeable damage.As for the scars on the soul, that's another matter. When he returned to his office, he saw a man in a dark coat leaning against the wall by the door.The man had very thick hair and a neatly trimmed beard. "Doctor Jonathan?" "I'm." "My name is Peter Tyler Polian, and I am the Director of the St. Stephen's Asylum in Uppsala." "Yes, I recognize you." "Very well, I would like to speak with you in private if you are free." Jonathan opened the office door and let the visitor in. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "It's about one of your patients, Liz Salander. I need to see her." "You have to get the prosecutor's permission first. She is under arrest now and no visitors are allowed. And all interview requests must be given to Salander's lawyer first." "Yes, yes, I know. I think this case should be able to avoid all the red tape. I'm a doctor, so you can let me see her for medical reasons." "Yes, it might work, but I don't know what your purpose is." "Salander was at St. Stephen's and I treated her for a few years until she was eighteen and the Magistrates Court ordered her to be reintegrated into society, but with a guardian. Perhaps I should tell you that I was Opposed to this resolution. Since then, she has been allowed to wander aimlessly, which led to the end that everyone has seen today." "Really?" "I still feel a great responsibility towards her and would appreciate the opportunity to take stock of her deterioration over the past decade." "deterioration?" "Compare it to her teenage years when she was well cared for. As doctors, we should be able to agree." "While my memory is still clear, there is one thing that I don't quite understand. Maybe you can explain it to me...Since we are both doctors. When Salander was sent to Sogenska Hospital, I did it for her. A complete medical examination. A colleague requested to see the patient's identification report, signed by a Dr. Jesper Rodman." "Yes, when Dr. Rodman was still in the hospital, I was his assistant." "I see, but I found that report very vague," "yes?" "There's no diagnosis in it, it just looks like academic research on a patient who won't talk." Tyler Pollyan laughed. "Yeah, she's not easy to deal with. As the report says, she insisted on refusing to speak to Dr. Rodman, so he resorted to ambiguous terms, which he was perfectly right to do." "But he still suggested that Salander should be hospitalized?" "This is a judgment based on her previous medical history. We have accumulated a wealth of experience with her illness for many years." "That's what I don't understand. We asked St. Stephen's for her medical records when she was living here, but we haven't received them yet." "I'm sorry about that. Because the District Court ordered it to be classified as top secret." "How can we give her proper care if we don't have access to her medical records? The responsibility for her medical care now rests with us and no one else." "I've been taking care of her since she was 12 years old, and I don't think there is another doctor in Sweden who understands her condition as well as I do." "The condition is...?" "Salander suffers from a serious mental illness. You know, psychiatry is not an exact science, and I don't want to limit myself to a precise diagnosis, but she obviously has hallucinations and has obvious symptoms of delusional schizophrenia. In addition Her clinical symptoms also included some bipolar cycles and a lack of empathy." Jonathan stared intently at Tyler Pollyan for ten seconds before saying, "Dr. Tyler Pollyan, I'm not going to argue with you about the diagnosis, but have you ever thought of a much simpler diagnosis?" "You mean?" "Like Asperger's syndrome. Of course, I haven't done a psychiatric assessment of her, but on a gut level, I would think it's some kind of autism, and that's why she can't follow social norms." "I'm sorry, but people with Asperger syndrome don't usually set their parents on fire. Believe me, I've never met someone so clearly antisocial." "I think she's self-closing, not a sociopathic bigot." "She's very manipulative," Tyler Polian said. "She'll do what she thinks you want her to do." Jonathan frowned.Tyler Polion's interpretation of Salander has contradicted herself.The only thing Jonathan was sure of about this girl was that she was definitely not manipulative, and instead stubbornly kept her distance from those around her, completely unemotional.He tried to reconcile the Salander Tyler Polian described with the Salander he knew himself. "You've only known her for a short time, and she's had to be passive because of her injuries. I've seen her violence and irrational hatred firsthand. I've been trying to help Salander for years, so I'm here . I would recommend a partnership between Soggenska and St. Stephen." "What kind of cooperation are you talking about?" "You are responsible for her medical condition, which I believe is the best care she can get. But I am very concerned about her mental state, so I hope to join as soon as possible. I am ready to provide any assistance." "I see." "So I do need to meet her to do a first-hand assessment of the situation." "Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about it." "What did you say?" "As I said, she is now under arrest. If you want any psychiatric treatment for her, you have to apply to the Yeva prosecutor in Gothenburg. These things are for her to decide. And I repeat, except the prosecutor In addition, the cooperation of her lawyer Annika is also required. If it is related to the psychiatric report used in court, then the District Court will issue you a warrant." "I just want to avoid those official procedures." "Understood, but I'm responsible for her, and if she's going to court soon, then whatever steps are taken, there needs to be clear documentation. So we have to follow these official procedures." "Okay. Then I'd better tell you the truth. Prosecutor Ekkerström in Stockholm has officially appointed me to make a psychiatric report, which will be used in the trial." "Then you can also obtain the opportunity to meet her formally through normal channels, without circumventing the regulations." "But in this back and forth application, approval process, I'm afraid her situation will continue to deteriorate. I'm just thinking about her." “Me too,” Jonathan said. “I’m telling you, I don’t see any symptoms of mental illness. She was abused and stressed, but she wasn’t schizophrenic or delusional.” It took Taylor Pollyan a long time to find it impossible to persuade Jonathan to change his mind, and he rose abruptly to leave. Jonathan sat for a while, staring at the chair where Tyler Pollyan had sat.It was not unusual for other physicians to come to him for advice or opinions on treatment, but usually they were physicians who had already started dealing with the patient's condition.It was the first time he had seen a psychiatrist descending like a flying saucer, asking Hope not to see patients as required, and the patients hadn't been treated by him for several years.A moment later, Jonathan glanced at his watch, saw that it was almost seven o'clock, and picked up the phone to call Martina Kaglan, a psychiatrist assigned to trauma patients at the Sogernska Hospital. "Hello, I think you're off work. Didn't bother you?" "No problem, I'm home, but I have nothing to do." "I'm curious about something. You talked to our notorious patient, Salander. Can you tell me about your impression of her?" "Well, I went to see her three times and wanted to talk to her. But each time she was very polite but firmly refused." "What's your impression of her?" "What's the meaning?" "Martina, I know you're not a psychiatrist, but you're an intelligent and sensitive person. What's your general impression of her character, her state of mind?" Martina thought for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure how to answer that question. I saw her twice shortly after she was admitted, but she was too miserable to really get in touch with. Then about a week ago, I saw her again. Go find her at Dr. Andrin's request." "Why did Andrin ask you to meet her?" "Salander is slowly recovering, but most of the time she just lies in bed staring at the ceiling. Dr. Andrin wants me to visit." "The results of it?" "I introduced myself and chatted for a few minutes. I asked her how she was feeling and if she needed someone to talk to and she said no. I asked her if she needed my help and she asked me to sneak a pack of cigarettes. give her." "Did she show anger or hostility?" "I don't think so. She's calm, but keeps her distance. I think she's joking about me bringing cigarettes, not serious. I asked her if she wanted to read, if she wanted to bring her any books. At first she said no, but Then she asked me if there were any scientific journals dealing with genetics and brain research." "Discuss what?" "Genetics." "Genetics?" "Yes, I said that the hospital library has some popular science books on this topic, but she is not interested. She said that she has read such books before, and said that there are several authoritative works, which I have never heard. She prefers Look at pure research in this field." "God." "I said that the library for patients probably doesn't have more advanced books. There are more Chandler detective stories than scientific literature here, but I will try to find it." "Have you looked for it yet?" "I went upstairs to borrow some copies of Nature and the New England Journal of Medicine. She was very happy and thanked me for my trouble." "But most of those journals publish academic reports or pure research." "She's clearly enjoying it." Jonathan was speechless for a moment. "What do you think of her state of mind?" "Closed. She never discussed anything personal with me." "Do you think she has a mental illness? Like bipolar or delusional?" "No, not at all. If I thought so, I would have warned. She is strange, there is no doubt about it, she has a lot of problems and pressure, but she is calm and objective, and seems to be able to cope with the current situation. Why do you So? Did something happen?" "No, nothing happened. I was just trying to figure out what happened to her."