Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Blomkvist put the computer bag on the table, and the bag contained the data found by Gothenburg special correspondent Olsen.He watched people come and go on Yot Road, which was one of the reasons he loved the office so much.Jotlo is always full of life, morning and night, and he never feels isolated or alone when he sits by the window. He felt a lot of pressure.In the past few days, I have been writing articles for the summer issue, but at the end of the writing, I found that there are too many materials, and even if the entire issue is used to discuss this topic, it is not enough.In the end, he ended up with the same result as the Wennerstrom incident, and he decided to gather all the articles into a book again.There are already 150 pages of content, and the complete manuscript should be 320 or 336 pages.

The easy part has been written, about the murder of Dag and Mia and why he happened to show up at the scene, and how Salander became a suspect.He first revealed the print media's description of Salander in one chapter, and secondly, he indirectly revealed the entire investigation process of the police through the statement of Prosecutor Extron.After careful consideration, he was a little lenient towards Boblanski and his team's criticism, because after carefully watching Extron's press conference video tape, it was obvious that Boblanski was extremely uncomfortable, and he was obviously very concerned about Eksilanski. Ke Zhuang suddenly concluded that he was very annoyed.

After a dramatic opening, he begins to recount Zarachenko's arrival in Sweden, Salander's childhood, and the chain of events that led to her imprisonment in Uppsala St. Stephen.He singled out Tyler Pollyan and the now-dead Bjork in particular to discredit them completely.He recounts the 1991 psychiatric assessment and explains how certain unknown public servants were tasked with protecting defecting Russians and how Salander was a threat to them, citing Taylor Pollyan and Bi York's communications. He then begins to describe Zarachenko's new identity and criminal activities, describing the kidnapping of his assistant Niedermann, Miriam and Roberto's involvement.Finally, it briefly described the ending of Salander being shot and buried alive in Gosseberga, and pointed out that the death of the police officer was actually a disaster that could be avoided because Niederman had been subdued at that time.

The development of the following story becomes more difficult, the problem is that there are still many loopholes in it.Bjork did not act alone. Behind this series of incidents, there must be a larger team with resources and political influence, otherwise it is really unreasonable.But he finally came to a conclusion: Salander's illegal treatment would not have been sanctioned by the top government or secret police.The reason for this conclusion is not absolute trust in the government, but belief in human nature.If such actions were politically motivated, it would be impossible to keep them a secret. Someone would definitely ask someone to speak up, and the media would have found out about Salander a few years ago.

He thought the "Zarachenko Club" was small and secretive.He couldn't identify anyone, except probably Mortenson, a police officer secretly assigned to track down the publisher of Millennium, if he could. Blomkvist's plan was to have the book in print and to be available on the first day of the trial.He and Crist originally wanted to print a paperback edition, shrink-wrapped, and send it along with the summer issue.Kertesz and Marlene each received different assignments to write articles about the history of the secret police and the events of the Information Bureau. It was now clear that Salander must stand trial.

Exstrom charged her with aggravated assault in Landing's case and aggravated assault or attempted homicide in Bottin's case. A date has not been set, but colleagues have learned that Extron is planning to start court in July, if Salander's health allows it.Blomkvist knew what he was up to, and a court session during the holiday rush would draw less attention than it would at other times. His brows furrowed as he stared out the window. It's not over yet.The conspiracy is still going on.Only in this way can the incidents of tapped phones, Annika's assault, and Salander's reported double theft be explained.Perhaps Zarachenko's death was also part of the conspiracy.

But he has no proof. Together with Marlene and Christ, he and Marlene decided that Millennium Press would publish Darger's article on sex trafficking, and also to match the court date.It would be better to present it all at once, and there is no reason to delay publication. This is the best time to get the most attention for this book.Blomkvist wrote Salander's book, and Marlene was the main assistant, so Rota and Krist—albeit reluctantly—became the interim editorial secretary of "Millennium", and Monica is the only reporter who is free to interview.The increased workload resulted in Marlene having to sign several freelance writers to prepare articles for future issues.Expensive, but no alternative.

Blomkvist made a note on the yellow post-it, reminding himself to remember to discuss the rights to the book with the Darger family.His parents lived in Örebro and were his only heirs.There was no need for permission to publish a book under Darger's name, but he still wanted to meet them and ask their permission.Because there are too many things, the time of the visit has been delayed again and again, and it is time to deal with it now. And there are countless other details.Some were about how Salander should be presented in the article, and the final decision would be to talk to her in person and ask her to allow him to tell the truth, or at least part of the truth.But he couldn't talk to her because she was under arrest and forbidden to see her.

In this regard, his sister can not help.She played by the rules and had no intention of acting as Blomkvist's go-between.And apart from mentioning that they were hiding something from her and that she needed help, Annika never told him what she had said with the client.This is frustrating, but very true.Therefore, Blomkvist has no idea whether Salander disclosed that her former guardian had raped her, that she stabbed a horrible sentence on the guardian's abdomen as revenge, and so on.As long as Annika didn't mention it, he couldn't either. Yet Salander's isolation created another serious problem.She was a computer whiz and a hacker, and Blomkvist knew about it, but Annika didn't.Blomkvist had promised Salander never to reveal this secret, and he kept his promise.But now he desperately needed her expertise.

He had to find a way to get in touch with her anyway. He sighed and opened Ourson's binder again.Inside was a copy of a passport application form. The applicant's name was Idris Gidi, a man with a goatee, olive complexion, and black hair with gray temples, born in 1950. This person is Kurdish, a refugee from Iraq.Olson unearthed far more information about Giddy than any other hospital staff.Giddy appears to have caught the media attention at one point, appearing in several articles. He was born in Mosul, northern Iraq, and graduated from the Department of Mechanical Engineering. He participated in the "Great Economic Leap Forward" in the 1970s and entered Mosul's Institute of Architectural Technology in 1984 to teach.He is understood to have been politically inactive, but is ethnic Kurdish and therefore a potential criminal in Saddam Hussein's Iraq.In 1987, Jidi's father was arrested on suspicion of being a Kurdish militant; no other details are known except that he was executed in January 1988.Two months later, the Iraqi secret police captured Jidi and sent him to a prison outside Mosul, where he was tortured for eleven months to extract a confession.Giddy never knew what they were asking him to tell, so the torture continued.

In March 1989, Jidi's uncle paid the local Baath leader the equivalent of 50,000 kronor to make up for the damage Jidi had done to Iraq.He was released two days later and placed in the custody of his uncle.At that time, he weighed only 39 kilograms and could not walk because before releasing him, the prison authorities hit him hard on the left buttock with a long-handled mallet to warn him not to make mistakes in the future. He lingered on the edge of life and death for several weeks, and then began to recover slowly. His uncle took him to a farm far from Mosul. After spending a summer, he finally recovered and could walk with a cane, but he could never fully recovery.The question is: what to do in the future?In August, news broke that his two brothers had been arrested, and he knew he would never see them again.When the uncle heard that Saddam Hussein's police were searching again for Jidi, he arranged for him to be crossed over the border into Turkey for thirty thousand crowns and then into Europe with a forged passport. Giddy soon discovered that having a high education and experience as a construction technician was useless.He worked as a newspaper boy, dishwasher, porter, and taxi driver.He likes to drive a taxi, but there are two drawbacks.One is that he is not familiar with the streets of Stockholm, and the other is that as long as he sits quietly for more than an hour, his butt will hurt unbearably. He moved to Gothenburg in May 1998, and because a distant relative felt sorry for him, he introduced him to a regular job in an office cleaning company.He only works part-time, and works as the head of the cleaning team at Sogernska Hospital, which is contracted by the company, and his job remains unchanged.According to Olson's inquiries, he mops the floors six days a week, including the corridors in Area C. Blomkvist studied Giddy's photo on the passport application form.Then log in to the media database, pick out a few articles that Orson cited as evidence, and read them carefully.He lit a cigarette.After Erica left, the smoking ban on "Millennium" was quickly lifted.There was also an ashtray on Kertesz's desk now. Finally Blomkvist reads the information Orson investigated about Dr. Jonathan. On Monday, Blomkvist didn't see the gray Volvo, and didn't feel that he was being watched or followed, but he walked quickly from the academic bookstore to the side entrance of the NK department store, and then went straight through the department store and out the main entrance.If anyone can monitor the hustle and bustle of NK, it must be Superman.He switched off both cell phones and walked along the shopping street to Gustav Adolf Square, past the Capitol and into the Old Town.In case anyone was still following him, he walked around the narrow alleys of the old town, then came to the address he was looking for, and knocked on the door of the Black and White Publishing House. It was two thirty in the afternoon.He came unannounced, but the editor, Kudo Bakshi, stayed on and was delighted to see him. "Hello." He said enthusiastically, "Why haven't you come to see me again?" "Am I here?" said Blomkvist. "Yes, but it's been three years since the last time." They shook hands with each other. Blomkvist and Baksh met in the eighties.In fact, when Baksh first started the magazine, Blomkvist was one of the people who gave practical help.Baksh was secretly printing magazines in the trade union building, but was caught by Pei-Eric Ostrom-the pedophile hunter who later became Save the Children, but he was still in the 1980s. Research Secretary of the Trade Union Confederation.Ostrom finds a stack of papers from the first issue, and Baksh sneaks around in some copy room.After looking at the cover, he said: "My God, how can the magazine cover look like this!" After that, he designed a logo for Baksh, which was printed on the front of the magazine for fifteen years until the end of the magazine. The society became a book publisher.At the time, Blomkvist was going through a dreadful stint as an IT consultant at the union federation—the only time he had ventured into IT.Ostrom enlisted him to proofread and provide a little editorial support.Baksh and Blomkvist have been friends ever since. Blomkvist sat down on the sofa and waited for Baksh to pour coffee from the coffee machine in the hallway.They chat for a while, like friends they haven't seen in years, but are constantly interrupted by Baksh's cell phone, who speaks in Kurdish and maybe Turkish or Arabic or something else that Blomkvist doesn't understand , the tone sounded urgent.It was the same way he used to come to Black and White, and Bakshi would get calls from all over the world. "My dear Michael, you seem to be very worried. What's on your mind?" he said at last. "Can you turn off your phone for a few minutes?" Bakshi complied. "I want to ask you a favor. It's very important. It must be done immediately, and you can't mention it when you leave this room." "Tell me." "In 1989, a refugee named Idris Geddi came to Sweden from Iraq. He was about to be deported, but with the help of your family, he finally obtained residency. I don't know if it was your father or Did other family members help him?" "It's my uncle Mamut. I know Jidi. What's the matter?" "He works in Gothenburg and I need him to do a simple thing for me, and I'm willing to pay him." "What kind of thing?" "Do you trust me, Baksh?" "Of course, we've always been friends." "What I need him to do is very peculiar. I don't want to give details of the job now, but I promise it will never be illegal. It will never get you or Jiddy into trouble." Baksh looked at Blomkvist. "What's the matter you don't want to tell me?" "The less people know about it, the better. But I need your introduction, so Kitty will listen to me." Baksh went to the desk, opened the phone book, and searched for the number.He dialed and continued speaking in Kurdish.Blomkvist could tell from Baksh's expression that at first it was just a small talk, and then he seriously explained the purpose of his call.After a moment he said to Blomkvist, "When would you like to see him?" "Friday afternoon, if you can. Ask if I can go to his house and see him." Baksh spoke for a while before hanging up. "Jidi lives in Anyeri, do you have an address?" Blomkvist nodded. "He will be home by five o'clock on Friday afternoon, and you are welcome to find him." "Thanks, Baksh." "He was working as a cleaner at Sogernska Hospital," Baksh said. "I know." "Of course I couldn't avoid seeing your involvement in the Salander affair in the papers." "That's right." "She was shot." "yes." "I hear she's in Sogenska." "That's right." Baksh knew that Blomkvist was busy planning something shady, a specialty he was known for.He's known this guy since the eighties.They might not be the best of friends, but they never had an argument, and Blomksh always said yes when Baksh asked for help. "Should I know what kind of things I'm getting into?" "It won't involve you. Your role is to kindly introduce an acquaintance for me. I repeat, I won't ask him to do anything illegal." This assurance is enough for Baksh.Blomkvist stood up and said, "I owe you a favor." "We owe each other back and forth all the time." After Kertes put down the phone, his fingers knocked on the edge of the table loudly, and Monica couldn't help but glance at him.But she could see that he was completely trapped in his own thoughts. In fact, she was already angry in her heart, so if she thought about it, she shouldn't find him out. She knew that Blomkvist, Kertesz, Marlene, and Christ were always whispering about Salander, but she and Rota were responsible for all the preparations for the next issue of the magazine.This magazine has no leader since Erica left. Marlene is not bad, but lacks Erica's experience and weight.And Kertesz is just a self-important young man. Monica wasn't unhappy that she was being ignored, or wanted to do their job - honestly that was the last thing she wanted.Her own job is to keep an eye on government departments and Congress on behalf of Millennium, a job she likes and knows by heart.In addition, she was overwhelmed by a lot of work, such as writing a column for a professional publication every week, or volunteering for Amnesty International, and so on.So she had no interest in being the editor-in-chief of Millennium, nor did she want to work at least twelve hours a day and sacrifice weekends. She does feel, though, that something has changed in Millennium.The magazine suddenly became unfamiliar, and she couldn't tell what went wrong. Blomkvist is still irresponsible as usual, always disappearing mysteriously and coming and going freely.He's one of Millennium's bosses, so of course he can decide what he wants to do, but come on, it's okay to have a sense of responsibility! Crist is the other co-owner remaining for now, but whether he's in the company or not doesn't help much.He's talented, there's no denying that, and he can step in and take over when Erica is out or busy, but usually just writes down decisions that other people have made.He is very good at editing or typesetting, but not so much when it comes to planning magazines. Thinking of this, Monica frowned. No, it wasn't fair for her to think so.What upset her was actually something going on in the company.Blomkvist worked with Marlene and Kertesz, and everyone else was more or less excluded.Those three formed a core, always locked in Erica's office... er, it should be Marlene's office, and then walked out in groups silently.Under the leadership of Erica, the magazine has always been one. Blomkvist was busy with the story of Salander, but he refused to reveal the content.But this is not news.He also refused to say a word in Wennerstreng's report back then, even Erica didn't know about it, but this time he has two confidants. All in all, Monica is hot.She needs a vacation, she needs to be away for a while.Then she saw Kertesz put on his corduroy jacket. "I'm going out for a while." He said, "Can you tell Marlene? I'll be back in two hours." "What happened?" "I think I have a clue, great exclusive, something to do with toilets. I want to check a few things first, and if it works, there's a great article in the June issue." "Toilet." Monica muttered to herself, "What's the good news about this?" Erica gritted her teeth and put down the report that Salander was about to appear in court.The article is very short, occupying two columns, and is scheduled to be placed on the fifth page of the domestic news edition.She stared at the article for a while, then pouted.It was three-thirty on a Thursday afternoon, and she had been working at the Swedish Morgan Post for twelve full days.She picked up the phone and called Home, the news editor. "Hello, I'm Erica. Could you please find Johannes Felisk as soon as possible and bring him to my office?" She waited patiently until Holm and reporter Johannes strolled leisurely into the glass cage, one behind the other.Erica looked at her watch. "Twenty-two," she said. "What twenty-two?" asked Holm. "Twenty-two minutes. It took you twenty-two minutes to get up from the editorial desk, walk fifteen meters to Johannes's desk, and drag him here." "You said there's no rush, and I'm busy." "I didn't say no hurry. I asked you to come to my office with Johannes, and I said as soon as possible, not tonight or next week or whenever you like to move your car." "But I thought..." "Close the door." She waited until Home closed the door and stared at him without saying a word.He is undoubtedly the most capable news editor, and his role is to ensure that the pages of the "Swedish Morgan Post" are published every day.That means Home juggles an enormous amount of work every day, and he never drops a single ball. His problem is that he stubbornly ignores Erica's decision.Erica had tried her best to figure out how to work with him, she had tried to reason pleasantly and ordered directly, she had encouraged him to have his own ideas, and often she had done everything she could to make him understand how she wanted the paper to be presented. Everything is just in vain. A story she rejects in the afternoon might end up in the paper after she gets home.There was a hole to fill, so I had to find a random article. The title Erica had decided to use would suddenly be replaced by something quite different, not necessarily worse, without her being consulted.There is a sense of challenge. It's all details anyway.The editorial meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon would suddenly be changed to one thirty without telling her, and by the time she arrived, it was mostly a foregone conclusion.Sorry... I forgot to tell you when I was busy. Erica couldn't figure out why Holm treated her like this?But she knew that calm discussions and gentle reproaches were useless.So far, she hasn't confronted him in the editorial room in front of her colleagues, and it's time for her to do so, and in Johannes's presence, which should ensure that the conversation will happen soon. It is well known. "The first thing I told you after I came here is that I am very interested in everything related to Liz Salander. I also said that I should be notified in advance of all scheduled manuscripts. Articles have to be reviewed and approved by me. I have reminded you of this at least six or seven times, most recently at the editorial meeting on Friday. Is there anything in my instructions that you don't understand?" "Contributions that have been planned or are being written are in the daily memo on our internal network, and it all goes to your computer, so you're always notified," says Home. "Bullshit." Erica said, "When the municipal edition arrived in my inbox this morning, there was a three-column report on the development of the Salander and Stahlerherman accident in our most elite news section." "That's Margarita Olin's article. She's a freelance writer and she didn't turn in until seven last night." "Yesterday at eleven o'clock in the morning, Margarita called me with her idea. You agreed and sent it to her at eleven thirty. You didn't mention it at the two o'clock meeting in the afternoon." "It's in the daily memo." "Yeah... the memo reads: start of quote, Margarita Olin, interview with Prosecutor Martine Fransen, about: Narcotics seized in Sodertalje, end of quote." "The story was mostly interviews with Franson about the seizure of anabolic steroids. There was a man who claimed to be a motorcycle rider from Sulfur Lake who was arrested because of it," Holm said. "Exactly, but the memo doesn't mention the Sulfur Lake Motorcycle Club at all, and it doesn't mention that the interview is focused on Landing and Staller Hermann, the investigation into the Salander case." "I think it's an interview that talks about..." "Holm, I don't know why you're standing here and talking nonsense to me. I spoke to Margarita and she said she explained the point of her interview to you very clearly." "It must be because I didn't understand that the report will focus on Salander, and I got the manuscript very late. What can you tell me to do, delete the entire article? Margarita submitted a good manuscript." "I agree with that. It's really a wonderful report. But you've already told your third lie in about the same time. Margarita's manuscript was handed in at 3:20 in the afternoon, which is 6:00 than mine. It’s much earlier to go home.” "Erica, I don't like the way you speak." "Great. Then I can also tell you that I don't like your tone, nor your prevarication and lies." "You seem to think I'm planning some kind of conspiracy against you." "You haven't answered my question yet. And number two: I had this article by Johannes on my desk today, and I don't recall it ever being discussed in the two o'clock meeting. You have a reporter who spends a full God is writing about Salander, why did no one tell me?" Johannes began to fidget.But he knows how to watch words and expressions, so he won't talk too much. "Well..." said Holm, "we publish a newspaper, and there must be hundreds of articles that you don't know about. We, the Swedish Morgan Post, have a certain procedure that everyone has to get used to. I don't Time to give special treatment to specific articles." "I'm not asking you to give special treatment to specific articles. I'm just asking you for two things: first, that any news related to the Salander case be let me know; It must be approved by me. So I ask again... Is there anything in my order that you don't understand?" Holm sighed, a troubled look on his face. "Okay," Erica said, "I'll just make it clear. I don't want to argue with you, I just want to ask you if you understand. If it happens again, I'll fire you as news editor. Then you'll Hear a bang, and then you're ready to do a homepage or a comic or something. I can't work with a news editor who doesn't trust me and spends his precious time undermining my decisions. Got it?" Holm spread his hands up, as if he felt Erica's accusation was ridiculous. "Did you understand? Yes or no?" "I heard what you said." "I was asking if you understood. Did you?" "You really think it's going to be okay? The paper is there because me and the other cogs are working so hard. The board..." "The board will listen to me. I'm here to revamp the paper. Our contract is written in detail. I have the power to change the editorial director's personnel drastically. I can discard the trash and inject new blood as I want. Holm ...I'm starting to think you're a piece of shit." She stopped there.Holm stared back at her, eyes full of anger. "I'm done," Erica said. "I suggest you think carefully about what we're talking about today." "I don't think..." "Whatever you want. That's it, go out." He turned and walked out of the glass cage.She watched him make his way toward the staff room, disappearing into the crowd of editors.Johannes originally got up and planned to go out with him. "You wait, Johannes. You stay and sit." She picked up his manuscript and read it again. "I guess you're a temporary hire." "Yes, I stayed for five months and this is my last week." "How old are you?" "Twenty-seven." "I'm sorry, but it was wrong for you to be Holm and me's sandwich. Tell me about this story." "I got the information this morning and showed it to Home, and he asked me to keep chasing it." "Understood. It says that the police are investigating whether Salander may be involved in trafficking anabolic steroids. Is this related to yesterday's report on Sodertale? Steroids were also mentioned yesterday." "I don't know, but it's possible. About the steroids because she's associated with the boxing people, that's Roberto and his mates." "Will Roberto use steroids?" "What? No, of course not. I'd say boxing as a whole. Salander trained at a gym in Thord, but that's the police's point of view, not mine. They seem to infer from that." She may have been involved in steroid trafficking." "So this report has no real basis, it's just a rumor?" "The police are indeed investigating this possibility. It's not anecdotal. As for whether they are right or wrong, they don't know yet." "Well, Johannes, I want you to know that what we're discussing has nothing to do with my relationship with Home. I think you're a good reporter, you write well and you're very observant. All in all, it's a good story. .The problem is that I don't believe it." "I can assure you it's true." "There's a big loophole here, and I have to explain it to you. Where did you get your information?" "Inside the police source." "who is it?" Johannes hesitated a little.This is a gut reaction.Like all journalists around the world, he prefers not to name his sources.But then again, Erica is the editor-in-chief and one of the very few people who can ask him to reveal. "It's an officer named Fast from the Violent Crime Unit." "Did he call you or did you call him?" "He called me." "Why do you think he told you?" "During the hunt for Salander, I interviewed him a few times. He knew who I was." "And he knows that you are a twenty-seven-year-old special reporter. When he wants to release information about the prosecutor's accidental leak, he can use you." "Of course, I know all this. But I went to get coffee with Faster after I got information from the police investigators, and he told me this. I quoted him completely. What else should I do?" "I'm sure you're right in quoting him. But that's the way it should be done, you should break the news to Home, and Home should knock on my door and explain the situation to me, and together we'll decide what to do." "I see. But..." "You left the material with Home because he was the news editor. You did the right thing. But let's analyze your article. First, why would Fast want to leak this information?" Johannes shrugged. "Does that mean you don't know or you don't care?" "I have no idea." "What would you say if I told you that this news is false and that Salander has nothing to do with anabolic steroids?" "I can't make a counter-evidence." "Indeed. But you think that since there's no evidence that it's fake news, we should publish it." "No, we have journalistic responsibilities, but we always balance reporting. When a source makes a clear statement, we cannot refuse to publish it." "But ask the source why he wants to release this information. I'll tell you why I ordered all articles about Salander to go through me first. I have special knowledge on the subject, the Swedish The Morgan Post is out of reach of anyone. The legal department already knows that I have the information but cannot discuss it with them. There is a story about to appear in Millennium and I have signed an agreement that despite working for the Swedish Morgan Post Don't tell. I used my position as editor-in-chief of Millennium to get this information, and now I don't know which side to pledge my allegiance to. Do you know what I mean?" "clear." "The information I received at Millennium allows me to conclude that this report is not true and that it was intended to slander Salander before the trial began." "From all the information that has been revealed about her so far, it is very difficult to hurt her more seriously." "Those are mostly distorted and untrue news. Fast is one of the main sources claiming that Salander is a paranoid and violent Satanist lesbian. And all the media buy Fast's account , just because he seems to be a reliable source, and SM's reports are always cool. Now he is trying to give people a bad impression of her with a new angle, and he also wants the Swedish Morgan Post to help spread the news. Sorry, I have the check impossible." "I understand." "Really? That's good. Everything I said can be summed up in two sentences. Your job as a reporter is to question and examine with the most rigorous attitude. No matter how high-ranking government officials the information comes from, you must never You can’t paraphrase indiscriminately. Don’t forget. You write very well, but if you forget what you’re doing, that talent is worthless.” "right." "I'm going to delete this article." "I understand." "That doesn't mean I don't trust you." "thanks." "So I want you to go back and write a new report." "OK." "This whole thing is because I'm under contract with Millennium not to reveal what I know about the Salander affair. But at the same time, the newsroom at the paper where I'm editor-in-chief may be because The story is skewed without the information I know. We can't let that happen. It's a special case, and it only applies to Salander. So I decided to pick a reporter and steer him in the right direction, so We won't be caught off guard when Millennium hits." "About Salander, do you think Millennium will release something compelling?" "I don't think it, but I do know it. Millennium has an exclusive in its hands that will change Salander's story 180 degrees. It's driving me crazy that I can't make this news public." "Are you saying you rejected my article because you knew it wasn't true, that there were things about it that other journalists didn't know about?" "That's right." "I'm sorry, but it's really hard to believe that the entire Swedish media has been lied to..." "Salander was once the focus of crazy media reports. At this time, it is no longer possible to reason with common sense. Any nonsense may make it to the news page." "You mean Salander isn't exactly what she appears to be?" "Try to think that the accusations against her are wrong, that she is portrayed in the news as meaningless, and that there are forces at work that you can't even dream of." "is that true?" Erica nodded. "So what I just handed to you is part of a deliberate plan to continue to discredit her?" "exactly." Johannes scratched his head.Erica waited for him to finish thinking. "what do you want me to do?" "Sit back in your seat and start another story. You don't have to feel pressured to do it, but I'm hoping to get a full-length article out on the eve of the trial, examining the validity of everything that's been said about Salander. You read all the clippings first. , list all the reports related to her, and then compare and delete them one by one." "OK." “Think like a reporter. Find out who is spreading the news, why it is spreading it, and ask yourself who benefits by doing it.” "But I may well be out of the paper when the court is in session. This is my last week." Erica took a plastic binder from a drawer and pulled a sheet of paper out in front of him. "I have extended your term of employment by three months. You finish your daily duties for this week and report to me on Monday." "thanks." “当然，这得你愿意继续留在《瑞典摩根邮报》。” “我当然愿意。” “依照合约，你除了一般编辑工作之外还要作调查，并直接向我报告。你将是莎兰德审判案的特约记者。” “新闻主编恐怕会说话……” “不必担心霍姆。我已经和法务部主任谈妥了，所以不会有任何争议。但你要深入挖掘背景，而不是报道新闻。听起来如何？” “听起来太棒了。” “那好……就这样了。星期一见。” 当她挥挥手让他离开玻璃笼，恰好见到霍姆正从编辑台另一端看着她。他连忙垂下视线，假装不是在看她。