Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

In 100 BC the Sicilian historian Diodorus (whose account is considered unreliable by other historians) described Amazonian warriors in Libya, which at the time referred to the entire North African region west of Egypt.This period of Amazonian rule was dominated by women, that is, only women could hold official positions, including military positions.Legend has it that the ruler of the kingdom was Queen Mirena, who led 30,000 female warriors and 3,000 female cavalry to sweep across Egypt and Syria, and slashed straight into the Aegean Sea, repelling the male army along the way.It was not until Queen Mirina died on the battlefield that her army broke up.

But this army did leave its mark on the region.The women of Anatolia defeated the Caucasian invaders by the sword after the male warriors had been massacred and decimated.These women practiced a variety of weapons, including bows, swords, battle axes, and spears, and copied the bronze breastplates and armor of the Greeks. They reject marriage as subjugation.Those who wanted to procreate could take time off work and pick men at random in neighboring towns for sexual intercourse. Only women who had killed men on the battlefield could give up their virginity. Blomkvist left the Millennium offices at 10:30 on a Friday night, took the elevator down to the ground floor, and instead of going out the door, turned left and walked through the basement, through the atrium, and through the building at the back of their building to Hochance Street.He came face to face with a group of young men coming from Moselback, but no one seemed to notice him in particular.Those watching the magazine building would think he was spending the night there as usual.He's been building this pattern since April, and tonight it's actually the night shift for Crist.

He walked around the streets and alleys of Moserbach for fifteen minutes before walking towards No. 9 Fiskar Street.He pressed the door code to enter, climbed the stairs to the penthouse apartment, and then used Salander's key to open the door and turn off the alarm.Every time I enter this apartment, I feel a little dizzy: there are twenty-one rooms in all, but only three have been furnished. He made coffee and made sandwiches before entering Salander's studio to start up her powerful laptop. Since Björk's report was stolen in mid-April, Blomkvist had set up his headquarters in Salander's apartment after realizing that he was being watched.He moved his most important files to her desk, where he spent several nights a week sleeping in her bed and working on her computer.She had cleaned the hard drive before she went to see Zarachenko in Göseberga.Blomkvist guessed she wasn't planning to come back.He used her system disk to restore the computer to a working state.

He hasn't even plugged the broadband cable into his computer since April.Using her broadband connection, he activated the ICQ chat program and knocked on her through Yahoo's "Stupid Table" community using the address she had set up for him. Done. Blomkvist couldn't help smiling. Blomkvist logged into ICQ and entered the newly established Yahoo community "Samurai", but only saw a link from the plague to an anonymous website composed only of numbers.He copied the URL into his browser, hit enter, and was taken to a website that contained Extron's sixteen-gigabyte hard drive.

Obviously, in order to simplify the procedure, the plague directly copied Extron's entire hard drive, and Blomkvist spent more than an hour checking the contents one by one.Leaving aside system documentation, software, and the myriad files that seemed to cover the initial investigation years ago, he downloaded only four folders, three of which were titled "First Note/Salander", "Abandoned/Salander " and "First Notes/Nedermann".The fourth was Extron's email folder copied at 2:00 pm the previous day. "Thanks, plague," Blomkvist muttered. He spent three hours watching Extron's initial investigation and trial strategy.As expected, most of them focused on Salander's mental state.Extron wanted a full mental health check and sent numerous emails in an effort to move her to the Kronoberg Detention Center as quickly as possible.

Blomkvist could see that Extron was making no progress in hunting down Niederman.The investigation was led by Boblanski, who had successfully gathered some forensic evidence linking Niederman to the Dag/Mia murders, as well as the Bierman murders.Blomkvist's own three long conversations in April were the key to their pursuit of this lead, and if Niedermann was ever arrested, Blomkvist would be a witness for the prosecution.In addition, the DNA from sweat droplets and two hairs collected from Bierman's residence was finally confirmed to be consistent with the DNA detected from the items in Niederman's room in Gosseberg, and the DNA found in the Sulfur Lake Motorcycle Club A large amount of the same DNA was also found on Ye Langsen's body.

Extron, however, had surprisingly little knowledge of Zarachenko's data. Blomkvist lit a cigarette and stood by the window looking at the royal hunting ground. Extron is leading two separate preliminary investigations.All incidents related to Salander were investigated by Interpol Fast, while Boblansky only targeted Niederman. When the initial investigation came up with Zarachenko's name, Extron was supposed to contact the Director of Homeland Security to confirm Zarachenko's true identity, but there was no such thing in Extron's emails, logs, or notes. Inquiring, only a few mysterious sentences were found in the notes.

Salander's investigation was a sham.Bjork's original did not match Blomkvist's version.Listed as "Top Secret". This is followed by a string of words alleging that Salander is delusional and schizophrenic. Locking up Salander in 1991 was the right thing to do. In the "Abandoned/Salander" folder, he found linked material to the investigation, supplemental information that prosecutors deemed irrelevant to the initial investigation, and therefore would not be admissible in court or against her .It includes almost everything related to Zarachenko's background.

Their investigation was simply inadequate. Blomkvist wondered how much of this was coincidence and how much was contrived.Where is the line?Does Extron know that there are boundaries? Could someone knowingly provide Extron with credible but misleading information? Finally, Blomkvist logged into Hotmail and spent ten minutes checking the six anonymous email accounts he had previously set up.He checked his e-mail account for Officer Modi every day, but he didn't really expect much from her, so when he opened the mailbox and saw Café Madeleine, upstairs, Saturday morning at eleven o'clock.

When the plague hit Salander in the middle of the night, she was writing about the period when Pangren was her guardian, when the sentence was interrupted in the middle, and she couldn't help but stare at the screen angrily. She immediately sat up in bed and stared eagerly at the computer screen. The plague gave her the address of the server where Tyler Pollian's hard drive was stored. After Salander cut off the connection with the plague, she entered the server he had given and spent nearly three hours carefully examining Tyler Pollyan's computer one folder after another. She found out that someone had sent encrypted emails to Tyler Pollian from a hotmail box, and since she had Tyler Polrian's PGP key, she easily decrypted the mail.The sender's name was Jonas, and no last name was given.Both Jonas and Tyler Polian have bad interests and hope Salander is in poor health.

That's right...we can prove there's a conspiracy involved. But what Salander was really interested in were the forty-seven folders that contained nearly nine thousand images of child pornography.She clicked through one by one, and most of them were pictures of children about fifteen years old or younger, a few were young children, most were girls, and many were sexual abuse photos. She also found at least a dozen links abroad for exchanging child pornography. Salander bit her lip, but remained expressionless. She thought of the many nights when she was twelve years old, tied up in St. Stephen's non-stimulant ward, Tyler Pollyan entering the room again and again, watching her by the light of the night light. she knows.He'd never touched her, but she'd always known. Tyler Pollian should have been dealt with years ago, but she suppressed his memory and chose to ignore his existence. After a while, she went to ICQ and typed Blomkvist. Blomkvist spent the night at Salander's apartment on Fiskar Street, didn't turn off his computer until 6:30 in the morning, and went to bed with disgusting images of child pornography circling in his head.He woke up at ten-fifteen, rolled out of Salander's bed, took a shower, and called a taxi to pick him up at the gate of the Sodra Theater.After getting off at 10:55 on Via Biyar, I walked into Café Madeleine. Maddy was already waiting for him, with a cup of black coffee in front of him. "Hello." Blomkvist greeted. "I took a huge risk." She omitted the polite greeting. "No one will ever hear from me that we met." She looked tense. "A colleague of mine recently went to see former Prime Minister Fielding. He acted on his own privately and is now equally exposed." "I see." "I want you to promise never to reveal our identities." "I have no idea who the colleague you're talking about is." "I'll tell you later. I want you to promise to protect him as a source." "I promise you." She looked at her watch. "Are you in a hurry?" "Yes, I'll meet my husband and the kids at Stour Street in ten minutes. My husband thought I was still at work." "And Boblanski doesn't know anything about that?" "right." "Okay, you and your colleagues are sources and are 100 percent protected. Both. As long as you're alive." "My colleague's name is Jelke Holmber. You met him in Gothenburg. His father was a member of the Central Committee. Holmber knew Prime Minister Fielding since he was a child. He seemed very friendly, so Holmber went to him. Ask Zarachenko about it." Blomkvist's heart began to beat faster. "Holmber asked him what he knew about the defection, but Fielding didn't answer. He was genuinely outraged when Holmber told him we suspected that Salander had been imprisoned by Zarachenko's protectors. " "Did he say how much he knew?" "Felding said that not long after he became prime minister, the head of the secret police at the time and a colleague went to him and told him something incredible about the defection of Russian intelligence agents to Sweden, and told him that it was Sweden's most sensitive military secret...all the information of the Swedish Military Intelligence is far less important than this matter. Fielding said he didn't know how to deal with it, and there was no experienced person in his government because society The Democrats have been in power for more than forty years. They advised him to make his own decisions, and if he consulted with the cabinet, the secret police would have nothing to do. He remembered that the whole process was very unpleasant." "And what did he do?" "Knowing that he had no choice but to accept the offer of the representatives of the secret police, he gave orders that the defectors should be handed over to the secret police, and promised not to mention the matter to anyone. Fielding never knew that Zara Qianke's name." "Unbelievable." "Hardly heard anything from him during his two terms. But he did a very shrewd thing. He insisted on keeping the secret with a secretary of state who could act as a cabinet and Zara if necessary. An intermediary for the protectors of Chico." "Does he remember who it was?" "It's Bertil Janred, the ambassador currently stationed in The Hague. When Fielding learned of the seriousness of this preliminary investigation, he sat down and wrote Janred immediately." Maud casually pushed an envelope across the table. Dear Yang Ruide: The secrets we both guarded during my tenure are now being seriously questioned.The person involved in the incident is dead and can no longer be implicated, while others may. It is imperative now that certain questions must be answered. The sender is private and someone I trust.Please be sure to listen to him and answer his questions. Please use your excellent judgment. TF "This letter refers to Holmber?" "No, Holmber asked Fielding not to name names. He said he didn't know who he would send to The Hague yet." "You mean..." "Holmber and I discussed it. The ice under our feet is so thin that oars are needed instead of ice chisels. We have no right to go to Holland to find the ambassador. But you can." After Blomkvist had folded the letter and put it in his jacket pocket, Maud suddenly grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "Information for information," she said. "We want to know everything Rhett Young told you." Blomkvist nodded.Moody stood up immediately. "Wait a minute. You said two people from the NSA went to Fielding, one was the director, and who was the other?" "Fielding only met him once and doesn't remember his name. There's no record of the meeting. He just remembers him as a thin man with a thin goatee. But he does remember the NSA chief's introduction saying He was the head of some 'special analysis unit.' Fielding looked at the NSA structure later, but couldn't find that unit." "Zarachenko Club," Blomkvist thought to himself. Maud seemed to be weighing his words. "Forget it, just risk being beheaded!" She finally said: "In fact, there is a record that neither Fielding nor his visitors thought of." "What record?" "Filding's visitor register at the Prime Minister's Office. That's public information." "so what?" Maud hesitated again. "Only the register says the prime minister met with the head of the NSA and a fellow NSA to discuss general issues." "Is there a name listed?" "Yes, it's Gulbo." Blomkvist suddenly felt the blood rushing to his forehead. "Evert Gulbe," he said. Blomkvist used his anonymous mobile phone at the Café Madeleine to book a flight to Amsterdam, which was due to take off from Arlanda Airport at 2:50.He walked to Dress-man on King Street to buy a shirt and a change of underwear, then went to the pharmacy for toothbrushes and other toiletries.After carefully making sure that no one was following him, he hurried on the Arlanda Express. The plane landed at Amsterdam International Airport at 4:50, and at 6:30 he checked into a small hotel about fifteen minutes' walk from The Hague Central Station. He searched for the Swedish ambassador for two hours, and finally got in touch by phone around nine o'clock.He mustered his tongue and explained that he was on this trip with an urgent task.At last the ambassador gave up his refusal and promised to see him at ten o'clock on Sunday morning. Then Blomkvist found a restaurant near the hotel and had a light dinner.Go to bed at eleven. When Ambassador Yang Ruide served Blomkvist coffee in his official residence on Falhout Long Street, he was not in the mood for chatting. "Tell me... what is so urgent?" "Alexander Zarachenko, who defected from Soviet Russia to Sweden in 1976." Blomkvist said, handing him Fielding's letter. Yang Ruide looked very surprised, and after reading the letter, he put it on the table beside him. Blomkvist explained to him the whole story and why Fielding had written him. "I...I can't discuss this matter." Yang Ruide said finally. "I think you can." "No, I can only bring it to the Constitutional Council." "You will most likely have to do the same in the future. But this letter asks you to use your own good judgment." "Fielding is an honest man." "I believe so. I have no intention of discrediting you or Fielding, nor have I asked you to tell me any military secrets you might learn from Zarachenko." "I don't know any secrets, not even that his name is Zarachenko. I only know his alias, he is called Ruben. But it is absurd to think that I will discuss this with a reporter. " "I can give you a very good reason," Blomkvist said, puffing out his chest. "The whole thing will be public soon enough that the media will either smash you to pieces or portray you as a loyal civil servant who can handle adversity. Fielding puts you in charge of communicating with Zarachenko's protectors. I already know." Yang Ruide was silent for a moment. "Listen, I don't know anything, I have no idea of ​​the background of what you're talking about. I was very young... I didn't know how to deal with these people. During my public service, I ran into them about twice a year. Next time. They told me that Reuben, whom you called Zarachenko, was healthy and cooperative, and that the information he provided was invaluable. I never asked for details, and I had no need to know." Blomkvist waited for him to speak. "The defector had worked in other countries before and didn't know anything about Sweden, so he was never an important factor in national security policy. I reported it to the Prime Minister a few times, but there was really nothing to say." "learn." "They always say he's dealt with routinely and the information he provides is processed through the proper channels. What else can I say? If I ask what that means, they'll laugh and say I'm not high enough to be involved in this project. Secret. I feel like an idiot." "Has it never occurred to you that there might be a problem with the arrangement of things?" "No, there's nothing wrong with how things are organized. I take it for granted that the NSA knows what it's doing and has the proper procedures and experience. But I can't talk about that." Prior to this, Yang Ruide had been talking for several minutes. "Okay...Actually, none of this is the point. There is only one thing that matters now." "What is it?" "The name of the person you met with." Yang Ruide gave Blomkvist a puzzled look. "The people in charge of Zarachenko have gone way beyond their authority, committed serious crimes, and will be the target of an initial investigation. That's why Fielding sent me to you. He didn't know who they were, and met with them. The person is you." Yang Ruide blinked nervously and pursed his lips tightly. "One was Evert Gulbe . . . he was the chief." Yang Ruide nodded in acknowledgment. "How many times have you seen him?" "He came every time, except once. We met about ten times when Fielding was prime minister." "Where do we meet?" "The lobby of a hotel, usually the Sheraton, once in the Yamalanes on Kings Island, sometimes in the bar at the Continental Hotel." "Who else will be there?" "It's been so long... I don't remember." "think about it." "There is one named...Clinton, who has the same name as the President of the United States." "What about the name?" "Frederick, I've seen him four or five times." "What about the rest?" "Hans von Rotinger. I met him through my mother." "Lingtang?" "Yes, my mother is acquainted with the Rottinger family. Hans has always been a pleasant young man. Once he came out of nowhere with Gurbo. Before that, I didn't know that he worked for the State Security Agency." "He didn't," Blomkvist said. Yang Ruide turned pale when he heard this. "He works for something called the 'Special Analysis Unit,'" Blomkvist said. "What have you heard about this 'team'?" "Nothing, I mean except they take care of the defectors." "Okay. It's just that they don't exist in the NSA organizational structure at all, isn't it weird?" "It's ridiculous." "Right? So how do they arrange a meeting? Are they calling you, or are you calling them?" "Neither. Every meeting will determine the time and place of the next meeting." "What if you need to contact them? For example, to change the meeting time or something." "I have a phone number." "What's the number?" "How can I still remember." "Who picked up your call?" "I don't know, I've never played." "Next question. Who are you handing over all this to?" "What's the meaning?" "Who will take your place after Fielding's term ends?" "have no idea." "Have you written a report?" "No, everything is classified, I can't even record it." "You never briefly explained to your successor?" "No." "So what happened?" "Well... Fielding left and Ulsten came in. I was told it would have to wait until after the next election. Then Fielding was re-elected and we met again. Then came the 1985 election, society The Democrats won, and I think Palme appointed someone to replace me. I was transferred to the Foreign Office and became a diplomat, stationed in Egypt and then in India." Blomkvist asked a few more minutes, but it was certain that Rhett Young had told him all he knew.three names. Frederick Clinton. Hans von Rotinger. Evert Gulbe - The man who shot Zarachenko. "Zalaqianke Club". After he thanked Young Red, he walked a short distance along Falhout Avenue to the Indian Hotel, and then took a taxi from the hotel to Central Station.It wasn't until he got into the taxi that he reached out and pressed the tape recorder in his jacket pocket. Erika raised her head and scanned the half-empty editing room outside the glass cage.Home is off today.She didn't see anyone watching her, overtly or covertly, and she had no reason to think that a newsroom employee was trying to hurt her. Email was delivered a minute ago from Today's content has no text, only a jpeg file, which she opens with Photoshop. It was a pornographic image of a nude woman with prodigiously large breasts, with a dog collar around her neck, kneeling on the ground, being penetrated from behind. The woman's face has been replaced with Erica's, and the collage technique is not perfect, but that shouldn't be the point.This is the photo she used in her previous Millennium signature file, available for download online. There are two words under the photo, which were written with the spray painting function of Photoshop. bitch. This is the ninth anonymous letter she has received containing the word "bitch", which appears to be sent from a well-known Swedish media group.She's apparently been stalked by some cyberstalker. With the highest level of clearance, Aiklint was able to set up a legal operation department.He selected four colleagues, and deliberately selected young, formally trained police officers who had just joined the NSA. Two of them had been in the anti-fraud team, one had a background in the economic team, and one was from the violent crime team.Ai Kelinte called them into the office to explain the content of the mission and asked them to keep it absolutely confidential.He said frankly that the investigation was ordered by the prime minister.The person in charge is Inspector Figerola, and her commanding and dispatching aura matches her appearance quite well. But the investigation has been slow, largely because no one really knows who or what to investigate.Ai Kelinte and Figuelaura considered interrogating Mo Tiansen more than once, but finally decided to wait.Arresting him would compromise the investigation. Finally on Tuesday, after eleven days of meetings with the Prime Minister, Figuelaura came to Akelint's office. "There seems to be some progress." "Sit down and talk." "It's Gulbo. One of our investigators went to talk to Erlander, who was in charge of investigating Zarachenko's murder. According to Erlander, the National Security Agency contacted the Gothenburg police on its own initiative within two hours of the murder. Provide information on Gulbo writing threatening letters." "It's really fast." "Even a little too quickly. The NSA faxed nine letters said to be from Gulbo with a question in it." "what is the problem?" "Two of them were addressed to the Ministry of Justice, to the Minister and the Undersecretary." "I know that." "Okay, but the letter to the deputy chief was not recorded until the next day, and the letter arrived a little late." Aiklint stared at Figuelaura, fearing that his doubts were about to come true.Figuelaura continued unmoved. "So the NSA faxed a threatening letter that hadn't made it to its destination." "My God!" Ecklint sighed. "It was faxed by someone from the bodyguard team." "Who?" "I don't think it has anything to do with him. The letter was put on his desk in the morning. Not long after the murder happened, he was ordered to contact the Gothenburg police station." "Who instructed him?" "Assistant to the Secretary-General." "My God, Figolaura, do you know what that means? It means NSA involvement in Zarachenko's murder." "Not necessarily. But it certainly means that someone inside the NSA knew about the murder before it happened. The question is: who?" "Secretary..." "Yes, but I'm starting to suspect that the 'Zarachenko Club' isn't in the NSA." "What's the meaning?" "Mottensen. He was transferred from the personal security team and is now working independently. We have been watching him 24 hours a day for the past week. He has a mobile phone that we can't monitor. We don't know the number. It's not. His normal cell phone. He also has encounters with a light-haired man, who has not yet been identified." Aikelint frowned.At this moment Anders Berend knocked on the door.He was part of the new team and had been with the Economic Crimes Squad. "I think I've found Gulbo," said Berend. "Come in." Aiklint said. Berend put an old black and white photo on the table.Ai Kelinte and Figuelaura looked at the photo together, and both of them recognized at a glance that it was Colonel Wennerstrom, the legendary double-faced agent.Two burly plainclothes officers were leading him through the gate. "This photograph was provided by Orens and Oakland Press and was used in the Spring 1964 issue of Se magazine. It was taken during a court appearance. Three people can be seen behind Wennerstrom, right It was Superintendent Oddo Danielson who arrested him." "it is good……" "Look at the guy on the left behind Danielson." They saw a tall man with a thin goatee and a hat.Aiklint vaguely felt that he was a bit like the mystery writer Dashiell Hammett. "Compare his face to Gulbe's passport photograph taken at the age of sixty-six." Ai Kelinte frowned and said: "I can't be sure that this is the same person..." "But it is," Berend said, "you turn the photo over and look at it." A stamp on the reverse shows that the photograph is owned by Orens and Oakland Press, and that the photographer's name is Julius Estholm.It was written in pencil: STEWNERSSTRONG entered the Stockholm District Court accompanied by two police officers.In the background are Danielson, Gulbe and Frank. "Gulbo," Figuelaura said. "He's from the NSA." "No," Berend said, "he wasn't technically, at least not when the photo was taken." "Oh?" "The State Security Service was established four months later. In this photo, he is still the State Secret Police." "Who is Frank?" Figuelaura asked. "Hans Wilhelm Franck," said Aiklindt, "died in the early nineties, but was deputy head of the State Secret Police in the 1950s and 1960s. He was as legendary as Danielson." character. I've met him a few times in person." "Really?" said Figuelaura. "He left the NSA in the late sixties. Frank and Vigne had been having a bad temper, so he was forced to resign around fifty or fifty-five, and then opened his own shop." "He opened a shop?" "He became a security consultant for the industry. His office is in Stour Plaza, but he is occasionally invited to give lectures in the training courses of the National Security Agency. I met him in the classroom." "Why do Vigne and Frank not get along?" "Just a personality mismatch. Frank is a bit of a cowboy and thinks KGB intelligence is everywhere, and Vigne is an old-school bureaucrat. Vigne was also fired shortly thereafter. Kind of ironic because he thought Palme was doing things for the KGB. .” Figuelaura looked at the picture of Gulbe standing side by side with Frank. "I think we should talk to the Justice Department again," Aiklint said. "The Millennium is out today," Figuelaura said. Ai Kelinte's sharp eyes shot at her. "Not a word was said about Zarachenko," she said. "So there's still a month until the next issue. Good news. But we've got to deal with Blomkvist. He's a grenade with the safety off in the midst of this mess."