Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three

Although ancient Greece, South America, Africa and other places have abundant legends of Amazonian female warriors, there is only one instance with real historical textual research.That is the Fon women's army in Dahomey (today's Benin) in West Africa. These female warriors have never been mentioned in public military history, no legendary films have been made about them, and their existence today is nothing more than a footnote in history.Only one scholarly work has written about these women, Stanley Alpine's Amazons in Black Sparta (Hearst, 1998), yet they constitute a force Comparable to any male elite army in a colonial power.

The exact date of the founding of the Fung Women's Army is unknown, but some data date back to the first decade of the seventeenth century.Originally a royal guard, it developed into an army of 6,000 soldiers with semi-deified status.They are not just for decoration.For nearly two hundred years, they were the vanguard of the Fon people against the European colonists.They defeated and frightened the French army several times.It was not until 1892 that France sent artillery, foreign legionaries, marines and cavalry to defeat this women's army. It is unknown how many of these female warriors died in battle.Over the years, survivors continued to fight guerrilla warfare, and even in the 1940s, veterans were interviewed and photographed.

Two weeks before Salander's trial, Christer completed the layout of the 352-page book, titled "The Small Group" with a concise and powerful title.On the cover, with yellow letters on a blue background, Christ put seven photos of the Prime Minister of Sweden at the bottom, all black and white photos the size of postage stamps, with a photo of Zarachenko floating above it.He used Zarachenko's passport photo and enhanced the contrast so that only the darkest parts stand out, like a shadow spreading across the entire cover.It's not a particularly advanced design, but it works well.Blomkvist, Kertesz and Marlene are listed as authors.

At five o'clock in the morning, he had worked all night, felt a little bored, and just wanted to go home and sleep.Marlene also stayed up late with her. After Christ read it and said it was OK, she did the final proofreading page by page, and then printed it out.At this time she was lying on the sofa and fell asleep. Christ put all the text and illustrations into a folder, started the Toast program, and burned two CDs.One was in the safe, and the other was received by a sleepy Blomkvist a few minutes before seven. "Go back and rest," Blomkvist said. "I'm leaving."

They let Marlene sleep and set off the gate alarm.Kertesz would come in at eight to take over. Blomkvist went to Renda Road and again borrowed Salander's abandoned Honda without permission.He drove west towards Uppsala, to the Harvig Lakeland printing works on the Morgan Gowa Railway.He would not leave this kind of thing to the post office. He drove slowly, refusing to admit the pressure in his heart, until the printing factory confirmed that the disc was fine.He also reminded again that the book must be listed on the first day of the court session.The problem wasn't the printing, but the time-consuming binding.But the manager of the printing house, Jan Corbin, promised that at least 500 of the 10,000 first-print copies would be delivered on the same day, which would be normal paperback editions.

Finally, Blomkvist also reaffirmed that everyone understands the need for a high degree of secrecy, but this may be an unnecessary reminder.Two years before, Harvig Lakeland had printed Blomkvist's book on Wennerstrom under very similar circumstances.They knew there was always something special about a book from this unique publisher, Millennium. Blomkvist drove back to Stockholm slowly, parked the car outside No. 1 Bellman Street, and went home to pack a change of clothes and toiletries.Then continue to drive to Stavesnais Wharf in Wamdo, after parking the car, take the ferry to Sand Harbor.

It was his first visit to the cottage after Christmas.He removed the shutters to let the air circulate, and drank a glass of Ramrosa mineral water.As always, he felt empty when he was done sending the prints and there was no way to change anything. He spent an hour cleaning, flushing the shower drain, plugging in the refrigerator, checking the plumbing, changing the sheets in the mezzanine, and shopping for the weekend's essentials at the grocery store.When I got home, I pressed the coffee pot switch, then sat on the balcony to smoke and think wildly. Just before five o'clock he walked to the steamboat pier and met Figuelaura.

"Didn't you say you can't take a vacation?" He asked and kissed her cheek. "I thought so. But I told Aklint that the past few weeks, I just opened my eyes and started working, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I said I needed to take two days off to recharge." "In Sand Harbor?" "I didn't tell him where he was going," she said with a smile. Figolaura looked around in Blomkvist's 25-square-meter hut, and after strictly inspecting the kitchen, bathroom, and mezzanine, he nodded in satisfaction.She went to take a bath and changed into a light summer dress, while Blomkvist used the time to cook lamb stew in red wine and set a table on the balcony.They ate in silence, watching one sailboat after another coming in and going out on the pier.The two drank the rest of the red wine together.

"This cabin is awesome. Are you bringing all your girlfriends here?" Figuelaura said. "Only the important ones." "Has Erica been here?" "Been here many times." "Where's Salander?" "She was here for a few weeks when I wrote the Wennerstrom book. We also spent Christmas here two years ago." "So Erica and Salander are both important in your life?" "Erica is my best friend and we've known each other for twenty-five years. Liz is something else entirely. She's really special and the most awkward person I've ever known. The first time we met She made a huge impression on me when I was there. She was a friend of mine."

"You don't feel sorry for her?" "No. A whole lot of shit that happened to her is her own fault, but I do feel for her and feel solidarity with her." "But you love neither her nor Erica?" He shrugged.Figuelaura watched as an Amigo 23 plopped past a steamboat and headed for the pier, its navigation lights already on because it was late. "If liking someone very, very much is love, then I should be in love with a few people," Blomkvist said. "And now you love me?" Blomkvist nodded.Figuelaura frowned at him. "Are you bothered?"

"You mean about you bringing women here? No, but what bothers me is that I really don't know what's going on between us. I don't think I can have a relationship with a guy who fucks women all he wants... ..." "I will not apologize for the way I live my life." "I think in a way I love you because of who you are. It's easy to sleep with you because you don't talk nonsense and I feel safe. But it all started because of me Giving in to a crazy urge. It doesn't happen often, and it's not planned. And now that I've come to this point, I'm just another woman you invited here." The two were silent for a moment. "You don't have to come." "No, I've got to come. Michael..." "I know." "I'm unhappy. I don't want to be in love with you. It's going to hurt me so much when it's over." "Listen to me. I've owned this cottage for twenty-five years, ever since my father died and my mother moved back to Nolan. When we separated, my sister took our apartment and the cottage was mine. Except for some of the early Aside from people you don't know very well, five women have been here before you: Erica, Liz, my ex-wife I was with in the 80s, a woman I had a serious relationship with in the late 90s, and There was someone I met two years ago and we still see occasionally. My situation with her is a bit special..." "I think so." “I keep this cottage to get away and have some peace and quiet, so mostly by myself. I read, I write, I sit on the pier and watch the boats and relax. It’s not a secret love nest.” He got up to get the wine he had just put in the shade. "I won't make any promises. I'm divorced because Erica and I can't live without each other," he said in English, "Where did you go? What did you do? Where did you get the T-shirt?" After he finished speaking, he poured wine for the two of them. "But it's been a long time since I've met someone as interesting as you. Our relationship seemed to be sprinting from the start. I probably fell in love with you from the moment you waited for me outside my door. After that occasionally Sleeping in my own house a few times and always waking up in the middle of the night wanting you. I don't know if I want a steady relationship, but I'm really afraid of losing you." He looked at her. "So what do you think we should do?" "Let's think about it." Figuelaura said, "I am also deeply attracted to you." "Things started to get serious," Blomkvist said. She suddenly felt a great sadness.They didn't chat for a long time, and when it got dark, they packed up the table and went into the house, closing the door. On the Friday before court, Blomkvist stood at the Pressbyrn newsstand in Slusen, reading the front pages of the morning papers. Bosher, the general manager and chairman of the "Sweden Morgan Post", finally gave in and handed in his resignation.Blomkvist bought a newspaper and walked over to the Java Café in Horns Road for a late breakfast.Bosher cited family factors to explain his sudden resignation.He declined to comment on allegations that he ordered Erica to cover up a story about his involvement with retailer Vittavala, forcing Erica to resign as well.But there is a sidebar report that the chairman of the Swedish Business Federation has decided to set up an ethics committee to investigate Swedish companies' dealings with companies in Southeast Asia known to exploit child labor. Blomkvist laughed heartily, then folded up his morning paper, turned on his Ericsson phone, and called the hostess of TV4's "She," who was eating a sandwich for lunch. "Hello, dear," said Blomkvist, "I thought you'd be interested in having dinner with me." "Hi, Michel." She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but unfortunately you are not my type." "It's okay, how about coming out tonight and talking to me about work?" "What are you doing?" "Two years ago, Erica talked to you about the Wennerstrom incident. I also want to talk to you about a similar deal. The result will be just as exciting." "I'm all ears." "I can't tell you until the terms have been negotiated. We are preparing a report. There will be a book and magazine special issue in the future. It will definitely cause a sensation. As long as you don't leak any news before we publish it, I can make an exception and let you see all of it." Data. This publication is particularly troublesome because it must be selected on a specific date." "How big is the news?" "Bigger than Wennerström," said Blomkvist. "Interested?" "Are you serious? Where do we meet?" "How about Samir's Pot? Erika will come too." "What's the matter with her? Returning to Millennium after being kicked out by the Swedish Morgan Post?" "She was not kicked out, but had a disagreement with Bo She, so she resigned." "This man seems really bad." "You're right about that," Blomkvist said. Clinton listened to Verdi on headphones.Music is almost the only thing left in his life now to keep him away from the kidney dialysis machine and the growing pain in his lower back.He didn't hum the tune, just closed his eyes and waved his right hand along with the music, as if he had his own life independent of this disintegrated body. That's how things are.Birth, live, grow old, die.He had done his duty, and all that was left was to disintegrate. He is very satisfied with life. He was performing for his friend Gulbeau. Today is Saturday, July 9th.With just four days to go before court, the "team" can begin to put this mess behind them.In the morning he received the message.Gulbo was tougher than anyone he'd ever known.Shooting a 9mm full metal bullet into his temple should have killed him, but Gulbo's body lasted three months before giving up.In addition to luck, it may also have something to do with the doctors' tireless struggle to keep Gulbo alive.And it was the cancer, not the bullet, that took his life in the end. Gurbo died a painful death, which made Clinton mourn.Although unable to communicate with the outside world, he occasionally remains semi-conscious, smiling when medical staff caress his cheek and whimpering when in pain.Sometimes he tries to say words or even sentences, but no one can understand. He has no family, nor does he have a single friend to visit.The last life he came into contact with was an Eritrean night nurse named Sarah Gitama, who had been attending to him at the bedside and holding his hand when he closed his eyes. Clinton knew he would soon be gone with his former comrades-in-arms, no doubt about it.The chance of surviving for a kidney transplant is getting slimmer day by day.Every time I do a checkup, the function of the liver and intestines seems to be getting weaker and weaker. He hopes to live past Christmas. But he was satisfied.There was an almost unreal, ethereal satisfaction in being able to suddenly return to work with such an astonishing task in the few days left. This is his unexpected gift. The door opened just as Verdi's last notes faded away.This is the small room where he rests in the "team" headquarters on the Cannon Road. Clinton opened his eyes and saw that it was Wadenshire. He had decided that Waddenshire would be a liability.He is completely unsuitable to be the commander of Sweden's most important defense vanguard.Clinton couldn't figure out how he and Rottinger could be so miscalculated that they regarded Waddenshire as a suitable successor. Waddenshire is a warrior who needs the wind to help him, and if he encounters a crisis, he will appear weak-willed and hesitant.A cowardly and spineless burden is likely to be paralyzed and unable to move in the future, allowing the "group" to perish. It's that simple.Some people are talented, others are cringeworthy when the pinch hits. "You looking for me?" "Sit down," Clinton said. Waddenshire sat down. "I've come this far in my life and can't afford to waste any more time, so I'm going to be blunt. When this is all over, I want you to resign as director of the 'team'." "yes?" Clinton's tone turned conciliatory. "Wardensie, you are a good person, but it's a pity that you are completely unsuitable to take Gurbo's place. We shouldn't give you this responsibility. After I fell ill, Luo Tingye and I couldn't handle the succession properly. It's our fault." wrong." "You never liked me." "You're wrong. You were a great manager when Rottinger and I were the 'team' leaders, we would be helpless without you, and I appreciate your patriotism. Your flaws are Not decisive." Waddencher said with a wry smile: "After all these things, I don't even know if I want to stay in the 'group'." "Now that Gulbo and Rottinger are gone, I have to make big decisions on my own," Clinton said. "You've been blocking every decision I've made for the past few months." "I still think the decision you made is ridiculous and will lead to catastrophe in the future." "Possible, but your indecision is making us a sure loser. Now we at least have a chance, and it seems to be working. Millennium doesn't know where to start, they may be a little aware of our presence , lack evidence, and cannot find evidence or us. At least we know as much as they do." Waddencher looked out the window at a patch of roofs. "There is one more thing that must be done right now, which is to get rid of Zarachenko's daughter." Clinton said: "If someone starts digging up her past and makes her talk, no one knows what will happen, but a few more times The court is coming tomorrow, and then it will be over. This time we have to bury her deep enough so that she can never come back to haunt us." Waddenshire shook his head. "I don't understand your attitude," Clinton said. "I can tell. You're sixty-eight years old, and you don't have many days to come. Your decisions are irrational, but Newstrom and Jonas seem to be possessed by you, and they obey you as if they were their heavenly father." .” "I am in the Father's place as far as the 'group' is concerned. We have a plan and the actions we have decided to take have given the 'group' a chance. When I say that the 'group' will never face such a big I am very confident when it comes to risk of exposure. When this is over, we will proceed to thoroughly examine our activities." "I see." "Neustrom will be the new team leader. He is too old, but he is the only option, and he has promised to stay at least another six years. Jonas is too young and too inexperienced, it is your management policy directly. Otherwise, he should have been experienced by now." "Clinton, don't you know what you've done? You murdered a man. Björk served thirty-five years to the group and you ordered his death. Don't you understand..." "You know it's necessary. He's betrayed us, and he can't handle the pressure when the police are closing in." Waddenshire stood up. "I'm not done yet." "Then we have to wait until later. You can lie here and imagine yourself as Almighty God, but I still have work to do." "Since you're so outraged, why don't you confess your crime to Boblanski?" "Trust me, I did think about it. But whatever you think, I'm doing everything in my power to protect the 'group.'" He opened the door just in time to meet Newstrong and Jonas who were about to enter. "Hi, Clinton," Newstrom said. "We need to talk." "Wardenshire is leaving." Newstrom waited until the door closed and said, "I'm very concerned, Clinton." "What's wrong?" "Jonas and I have been thinking about it for a long time, but we still can't figure it out. Salander's lawyer submitted her autobiography to the prosecutor this morning." "what?" When Extron picked up the thermos and poured coffee, Fast kept looking at the lawyer Annika.They were both taken aback by the documents Extron received when he arrived at the office that morning.After he and Fast read Salander's forty-page autobiographical story, they had a detailed discussion on this special document, and finally he decided that it was necessary to invite Annika to have an informal conversation. They sat around a small conference table in Extron's office. "Thank you for agreeing to come." Extron said, "I've read the...uh...instructions sent this morning, and there are a few things I want to clarify." "I'll do what I can to help," Annika said. "I don't know where to start. Well, Inspector Fast and I were very surprised." "yes?" "I want to know what your intentions are." "What's the meaning?" "This autobiography, or whatever you want to call it...what's the point?" "The point was very clear. My client wanted to have her own version of what happened to her." Extron smiled mildly.He twirled his goatee lightly, and Annika couldn't help but get annoyed at having done the same thing so many times. "Yes, but your client had several months to explain, but every time Fast interrogated, she never said a word." "As far as I know, the law does not require my client to speak only when Inspector Fast deems it appropriate." "Of course, but what I mean is... Salander has four days to go before court, and she ran out of this at the last minute. Honestly, I feel a little bit more responsible than the prosecutor." "yes?" "I don't want to offend you at all, that's not my intention. But in our country there is a procedure for going to court. Ms. Annika, you are a lawyer who specializes in women's rights and have never defended criminals before. I sue Sharan It is not because she is a woman, but because of the crime of serious injury. I believe that even you must have realized that she has a serious mental illness and needs the protection and assistance of the state." "Are you worried that I won't be able to provide an appropriate defense for Salander?" Annika said in a friendly tone. "I'm not trying to criticize," Extron said. "I'm not questioning your ability, I'm just pointing out the fact that you lack experience." "Of course I understand, and fully agree. I'm really very inexperienced in criminal matters." "But you have always refused to accept the help of a lawyer with much more experience than you..." "My client specifically requested this. Salander entrusted me to be her lawyer, so I will defend her in court." She gave him a polite smile. "Very well, but I'm curious, are you really going to present the content of this statement to the judge?" "Of course. This is her experience." Extron and Fast glanced at each other, Fast raised his brows, he couldn't figure out what Extron was angry about.It wasn't the prosecutor's fault if Annika didn't know she was setting her client on a path to ruin.They just say thank you, accept the file, and put the question aside. In his opinion, Salander was crazy.He had tried every trick before to convince her to at least tell me where she lived, but interrogation after interrogation, the damned girl just sat there like a dumb stare at the wall behind him.She refused to ask her to smoke, nor did she drink coffee or cold drinks.Whether he begged in a low voice or raised his voice occasionally in exasperation, she did not respond.Faster had never been through such a frustrating interrogation process. "Ms. Annika," Extron said finally, "I think your client should not be in court this time. She is not in good condition. I have a psychiatric report as proof. This is a very senior What the doctor wrote. She deserves the psychiatric medical care she has desperately needed over the years." "It appears you should be making this recommendation to the District Court." "I do intend to do that. It's none of my business how you should defend her, but if you do plan to take this route, the situation is pretty ridiculous. This statement calls out unwarranted insanity against some people. Allegation...especially against her guardians, Attorney Beerman and Dr. Tyler Polian. I hope you are not naive enough to think that a court will accept a statement challenging Dr. Tyler Polian without a shred of evidence. If the analogy is wrong, please Forgive me, but this document will be your client's last reminder." "I heard everything you said." "During the court session, you might declare that she's fine and ask for another psychiatric evaluation, and then you can take the case to the Medical Association. But honestly, her statement almost makes me more certain that any psychiatrist will Came to the same conclusions as Dr. Tyler Polian. The mere existence of this statement confirms that all of the supporting documentation alleging that she is a delusional schizophrenic is correct." Annika still smiled politely and said, "There is another possibility." "What possibility?" "Every word and every sentence she said is the truth, and the judge chooses to believe it." Extron seemed confused.Then he smiled and stroked his beard again. Clinton sat at the small coffee table by the office window, listening carefully to what Newstrong and Jonas had to say.Although the face is covered with deep wrinkles, those peppercorn-like eyes are still sharp. "We have been monitoring phone calls and e-mail communications of key Millennium employees since April," Clinton said. Yes, they're all pretty depressed. We've seen the outline version of the next issue, and now even Blomkvist seems to have changed his mind, arguing that Salander is still mentally unstable after all. He defends her socially— —that society has abandoned her, so she is not entirely to blame for her attempt to kill her father. But this is hardly true. Also about the break-in of the apartment, the attack on his sister in Gothenburg, and the report of theft, etc., he only No word. He knew he had no proof." "That's the problem," Jonas said. "Blomkvist must have known someone was after him, but he seemed to ignore his suspicions completely. With all due respect, that's not the Millennium thing." And Erica is back at the magazine, but this whole issue is so bland and empty it's almost like a joke." "What are you trying to say? Is this a trap?" Jonas nodded. "The summer issue was due to come out in the last week of June. Marlene said in an e-mail that it had been delivered to a printing house in Sodertalje, but I called this morning and they said they never got the manuscript. , only received a request for a valuation about a month ago." "Where did they print at?" Clinton asked. "At a printing house called Harvig Lakeland in Morgan Cova. I called to see how the printing was going, and I said I was from Millennium. The manager wouldn't say anything. I want tonight Take a drive and see." "Reasonable. What about you, Newstrom?" "I re-checked the call logs from last week," Neustrom said. "Oddly enough, the Millennium staff never discussed anything about the trial or Zarachenko." "Absolutely not?" "No. It's only brought up when talking to people outside the magazine. Like, listen to this. This is Blomkvist getting a call from a reporter from the Swedish Evening Gazette asking him about the upcoming court case. What are your thoughts?" He put a tape recorder on the table. He turned off the tape recorder. "We didn't think about it before, but I went back and listened to a few random conversations, and it was always like that. He hardly mentioned Zalachenko, and when he did, it was always vague. And his sister was Salander's lawyer, he didn't even discuss it with her." "Maybe he really has nothing to say." "He refuses to make any guesses from the beginning to the end. He seems to stay in the company 24 hours a day, and is rarely at home. If he works around the clock like this, no matter what the content of the next issue is, it should be richer. right." "Have we still not been able to wiretap their office?" "Yes," said Jonas. "There are people there twenty-four hours a day, and the important thing is that it started after we first entered the Blomkvist house. The lights in the office are always on. , if it's not Blomkvist or Kertesz or Marlene, or that glass... I mean Krist." Clinton rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "What's the conclusion?" "Until there's a better explanation, I think they're putting on a show for us," Newstrong said. Clinton felt a chill run down his spine. "Why didn't I think of it sooner?" "We only focused on what they said, not what they didn't say. We were relieved to find them panicking on the phone or in emails. Blomkvist knew someone had heard from him and his sister. Stealing the 1991 Salander Report, what did he do?" "After his sister was attacked, they didn't call the police?" Newstrom shook his head. "Annika was there when Salander was interrogated. She was polite, but she never said anything important. Salander herself said nothing." "But that's in our favor. The less she talks the better. What does Extron say?" "I met him a few hours ago, and he just got Salander's statement." He pointed to the stack of papers on Clinton's lap. "Extron was confused. Fortunately, Salander was not good at expressing herself with words. To an outsider, this seemed like a crazy conspiracy theory with pornographic elements. But she almost hit the target. She described it precisely How she was imprisoned in St. Stephen, and said that Tyler Pollyan was working for the secret police, etc. She said that all this should be related to a small group within the secret police, showing that she suspected that there was something like a 'group'. Roughly That's pretty much true. But as I said, it's so untrue. Extron panicked because Annika seemed to be planning to use this as her defense." "Damn it," Clinton cursed.He lowered his head, contemplated for a few minutes, and finally raised his head. "Jonas, drive over to Morgan Gowa tonight and see if there's anything going on. If they're printing Millennium, get me a copy." "I'll take Fallon with me." "Okay. Newstrom, I want you to go to Extron this afternoon and take his pulse. So far so good, but what you two just said cannot be ignored." Clinton was silent for another moment. "It would be best if there was no court session..." he finally said. He looked up at Newstrom.Newstrom nodded.Jonas nodded too. "Newstrom, can you look up the possibilities?" Jonas and the locksmith, nicknamed Fallon, parked a little farther from the tracks and hiked through Morgan Cowa.The time is half past eight in the evening.It was too light and early to do anything, but they wanted to survey the terrain and see their surroundings first. "If there's an alarm in the factory, I won't do it," Fallon said. "It's better to look in the window. If you see something, just throw a rock through the glass, jump in, grab what you want, Then run as fast as you can." "That's fine too," Jonas said. "If you just need a magazine, you can look in the trash can in the back, there will definitely be overprints or trial prints or something." Harvig Lakeland Printing House is a low, red brick building.They approached from the south side of the street, and Fallon grabbed Jonas by the elbow just as he was about to cross. "Keep going," Fallon said. "what?" "Go ahead and pretend to be out for a walk at night." They passed the printing house and circled the neighborhood. "What's going on here?" Jonas said. "You need to sharpen your eyes. Not only are sirens installed in this place, but there is also a car parked by the outer wall of the factory." "You mean there's someone in the car?" "That's Milton Security's car. The printing house is under guard, please." "Milton security?" Clinton felt a punch in the stomach. "If it wasn't for Fallon, I would have fallen straight into their trap," Jonas said. "It's kind of weird," says Newstrom. "It doesn't make sense for a small printing shop in the suburbs to have Milton security guards around the clock." Clinton pursed his lips tightly.It was past eleven o'clock and he needed a rest. "That means Millennium really has something up its sleeve," Jonas said. "I can see that," Clinton said. "Okay, let's analyze the situation. What's the worst-case scenario? What might they know?" He looked eagerly at Newstrom. "It must be the Salander report," he said. "They stepped up security after we stole the copy of the report, presumably guessing they were being watched. Worst of all, they still have the report." "But after being reported missing, there was nothing Blomkvist could do." "I know, but we could also be tricked by him. We can't ignore that possibility." "That assumption will be discussed later," Clinton said. "Jonas?" "We already knew how Salander's defense was, she would tell the truth as she knew it. I read her autobiography and she actually helped us unknowingly because it was about rape and Allegations of depriving her of her rights, etc. are so appalling that they will ultimately be dismissed as delirium." "Plus she can't produce any evidence," Newstrong said. "Extron will use this statement to hit her back and destroy her credibility." "Good. Tyler Pollyan's new report is excellent. Of course, Annika may apply to subpoena her own expert to say that Salander is not crazy, and then the whole case will be referred to the Medical Council. But again, unless Salander changed tack, or she'd still refuse to talk to them, and they'd decide Tyler Pollyan was right. She was her own worst enemy." "It's better not to have a court at all, though," Clinton said. Newstrom shook his head and said, "Nearly impossible. She's in Kronoberg Detention Center with no contact with other prisoners. She does exercise for an hour a day in a small area on the roof, but we can't get close to her there. And We also don’t have inside lines in the detention center.” "Perhaps there is still time." "If you want to deal with her, you should do it at Sogenska Hospital. If you send a killer now, the chance of being caught is 100%. Where can you find a gunman who is willing to throw himself into the trap? And the time is so tight, it is impossible to arrange suicide or accident." "I thought so too, not to mention the possibility of accidental death being suspected. Well, we'll just have to see how the court goes. Nothing has changed. We've always expected them to take some kind of countermeasure. This so-called autobiography It seems to be." "The problem was Millennium," Jonas said. "Millennium and Milton Security." Clinton pondered, "Salander used to work for Armansky, and Blomkvist once had a relationship with her. Should it be assumed that they joined forces? " "Then it makes sense that Milton Announced guarding the factory that printed Millennium. It couldn't be a coincidence." “他们什么时候出刊？乔纳斯，你说他们比预定日期晚了将近两个星期。如果假设米尔顿在印刷厂戒备是为了不让人拿到杂志，就表示他们不想泄漏刊物内容，要不就是杂志已经印好了。” “为了在开庭第一天上市。”乔纳斯说：“这是唯一合理的解释。” 克林顿点点头。“好，那么杂志里面写了什么？” 他们思考了好一会儿，最后是纽斯壮打破沉默。 “就像我们刚才说的，最糟的情况是他们有一九九一年报告的副本。” 克林顿和乔纳斯也作出相同结论。 “但他们能拿来做什么呢？”乔纳斯问道：“报告牵涉到毕约克和泰勒波利安。毕约克已经死了，他们可以猛打泰勒波利安，但他也会说自己只是作例行的精神鉴定。到时将会是他们双方针锋相对。” “如果他们发表报告，我们能怎么做？”纽斯壮问道。 “我想王牌在我们手中。”克林顿说：“假如因为报告引起骚动，焦点会是国安局而不是'小组'。等记者们开始提问，国安局只要从档案室拿出报告就行了……” “那不是同一份报告。”乔纳斯说。 “申克已经将修改过的版本放进档案室，也就是埃克斯壮看到的那个版本。它有档案序号，所以我们很快就能向媒体提供许多假情报……我们有毕尔曼拿到的那个正本，《千禧年》却只有副本，我们甚至可以散播布隆维斯特自己假造正本的风声。” “很好。《千禧年》还可能知道些什么？” “他们不可能知道任何有关'小组'的事，绝对不可能。因此他们只能把箭头指向国安局，布隆维斯特也会因此被当成阴谋论者。” “现在的他相当有名。”克林顿缓缓地说：“自从在温纳斯壮事件展现了果断态度后，大家都很相信他。” “能不能多少削减一点他的可信度？”乔纳斯说。 “你想你能弄到……比方说五十克可卡因吗？” “也许可以找南斯拉夫帮。” “试试看吧。动作得快点，再三天就要开庭了。” “我不懂。”乔纳斯说。 “这是我们这一行打一开始就用的伎俩，不过还是非常有效。” “摩根戈瓦？”艾柯林特皱起眉头说。费格劳拉来电时，他正穿着睡袍坐在家里的沙发上，将已经看了两遍的莎兰德自传再看了一遍。由于已过午夜，他心想应该出了什么事。 “摩根戈瓦。”费格劳拉又说了一次。“今晚八点半，乔纳斯和法伦去了那里。包柏蓝斯基手下的安德森巡官跟踪他们前去，我们也在乔纳斯的车内装了雷达发射器。他们把车停在旧火车站附近，到处走了一下，然后回到车上返回斯德哥尔摩。” “了解。他们去见了谁或是……” “没有，奇怪就在这里。他们只是下车，在附近走动了一下，然后就直接开车回斯德哥尔摩，安德森是这么跟我说的。” “知道了。你为什么在半夜十二点半打电话给我说这个？” “我花了一点时间才查出原因。他们经过哈维格·雷克兰印刷厂。我和布隆维斯特谈过，那是《千禧年》印刷杂志的地方。” “该死！”艾柯林特咒了一声。他马上就看出其中的关联。 “因为法伦也跟着去，我不得不假设他们本来想深夜造访印刷厂，但后来放弃了冒险。”费格劳拉说。 "why?" “因为布隆维斯特请阿曼斯基派人看守工厂，直到杂志发行为止。他们很可能是看到米尔顿安保的车。我想你应该会希望马上知道。” “没错。这表示他们开始察觉到不对劲了。” “看到安保车之后，他们一定有所警觉。乔纳斯让法伦在市区下车后，自己又回到火炮路。我们知道克林顿在那里，纽斯壮也大约在同一时间抵达。问题是他们打算做什么？” “星期三就要开庭……你能不能联络布隆维斯特，请他加强《千禧年》的安保？以防万一。” “他们已经有万全的防备。看他们对着遭窃听的电话吞云吐雾的模样，简直和专家没两样。布隆维斯特已经偏执到使用声东击西的招数，倒值得我们学学。” “这样很好，不过还是要打给他。” 费格劳拉合上手机，放到床头柜上，然后抬头端详着赤裸躺在身边、头靠在床尾的布隆维斯特。 “他要我打电话给你，让你加强《千禧年》的安保。”她说。 “多谢建议。”他语带讽刺地回答。 “我是说真的。如果他们开始觉得不对劲，恐怕会不经大脑做出什么事来。他们有可能会闯进去。” “柯特兹今晚在那里过夜，而且我们安装了和米尔顿安保联机的防盗系统，他们只要三分钟就会赶到。” 他闭上眼睛躺着。 “偏执。”他喃喃地说。