Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty Six

Taylor Polian took the witness stand in court Friday morning, exuding confidence.Prosecutor Extron questioned him for about 90 minutes. He always answered every question calmly and authoritatively, with a worried expression on his face and a smile on his face. "In short..." Extron flipped through the stack of documents and said, "Based on your years of psychiatric expertise, Salander suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, right?" "As I have said, it is difficult to make a firm assessment of her condition. As you know, the patient is almost autistic in the presence of doctors and other authorities. She is, in my judgment, severely mentally ill, but I am unable to give a precise diagnosis at this time, and without further evaluation, I cannot determine the stage of her condition at this time."

"You don't think she's normal anyway." "Indeed, her personal experience proves that she is not normal." "Salander submitted to the court what she called her 'autobiography', which you have been given permission to read. What do you think?" Tyler Polian spread his hands and shrugged. "How credible do you think her confession is?" "There is no credibility. It was a string of claims made about different individuals, with each story becoming more outrageous. Taken together, her written explanations reinforced our suspicions that she had delusional schizophrenia."

"Can you give an example?" "The most obvious one is of course the part that describes her being raped by her guardian, lawyer Bierman." "Can you explain?" "This description is exhaustive. Children often have some weird fantasies, which is a typical example. There are many similar examples in incest cases, in which children's confessions are often too unbelievable and lack of identification evidence. This is even very Erotic fantasies that young children can have ... it's like they're watching a horror movie on TV." "But Salander isn't a child, she's a grown woman," Extron said.

"Yes, although her actual mental age is unknown now, but basically you are right, she is an adult, and maybe she believed the confession she wrote." "Are you saying it was all a lie?" "No, if she believes what she says, it's not a lie, but a story that shows her confusion between fantasy and fact." "So she wasn't raped by Lawyer Bierman?" "No, that's totally out of the question. She needs expert care." "You yourself also appeared in Salander's confession..." "Yes, that part is pretty funny, but it's also her imagination. If the poor girl's words are to be believed, then I'm kind of a pedophile..." He smiled and added: "But it's not the same as before. The words are the same, but the way of expression is different. In her autobiography, Salander said that she was restrained and abused in St. Stephen's Hospital for a long time, and that I would come to her room at night... This is a very typical manifestation of her inability to interpret reality , or it can be said that she interprets reality in her own way."

"Thank you. I'll leave it to the defence, if Ms. Annika wants to ask questions." Since Annika hadn't asked any questions or protested two days before the trial, everyone in the court thought she would ask some more formal questions and then end the cross-examination.It's embarrassing that the defense lawyers are so inattentive, Extron thought. "Yes," said Annika, "I do have some questions to ask, and they may take a while. It's eleven-thirty. Can we take a break and let me do some rhetorical questions after dinner?" " Judge Iverson agreed and adjourned the case.

Accompanied by two police officers in uniform, Anderson arrived outside the "Master Anders" restaurant on Handicraft Street at exactly twelve o'clock at noon.He stretched out his huge palm to press Superintendent Newstrom's shoulder, and Newstrom looked up in amazement at the man who held the police ID directly under his eyes. "Hello, you have been arrested on suspicion of assisting in murder and attempted murder. At the hearing this afternoon, the Attorney General will explain the charges to you. I suggest you follow us obediently." Anderson said. Newstrom didn't seem to understand what Anderson was saying, but he could tell it was best not to resist the man.

At twelve o'clock at noon, under the release of Stephen from the Constitutional Protection Team, Boblanski led Modi and seven police officers into the closed area where the Secret Police of Kings Island operates.They followed Stephen through the corridors until he stopped and pointed to a door.The secretary's assistant looked up and saw Boblanski showing his ID, completely bewildered. "Please sit in your seat and don't move. The police will handle the case." He strode towards the inner door.Secretary Schenk is on the phone. "What's going on here?" Shenk asked.

"I'm Criminal Inspector Boblanski, and you've been arrested for violating the Swedish constitution. You have a whole host of different charges which will be explained to you this afternoon." "It's just too much," Shenk said. "Isn't it," returned Boblanski. After he sealed up Shenk's office, he ordered two police officers to guard the door, and no one could step over the threshold.If someone tries to force their way into a closed office, they can stop them with batons or even guns. They continued down the corridor until Stephen pointed to another door, and Budget Director Atboom went through the same process.

Inspector Holmber, backed by the Sodermalm Armed Response Team, came to Yotte Road at exactly twelve noon and knocked on the door of a temporarily rented office on the fifth floor directly opposite the Millennium office. With no one answering the door, Holmber ordered the Sodermalm police officer to pick the lock, but the door opened a crack before the pick could be used. "Police," Holmber said, "come out with your hands up." "I'm a policeman too." Mo Tiansen said. "I know, and you've got a lot of firearms licenses." "Yes, this... I am a policeman, and I am on duty."

"Pleasantly said," said Holmber. He asked his colleagues to press Mo Tiansen against the wall so that his police gun could be confiscated. "I want to arrest you for illegal wiretapping, gross negligence of duty, multiple trespasses at Blomkvist's residence on Bellman Road. Handcuff him." Holmber took a quick tour of the room and found that there was enough electronic equipment in the house to set up a recording studio.He instructed a police officer to stay at the house but to sit still in a chair so as not to leave fingerprints. When Mo Tiansen was led out of the main entrance of the building, Kertesz took twenty-two photos in a row with his Nikon camera.Of course, he is not a professional photographer, and the quality of the photos needs to be improved.But the best ones were sold by him to an evening newspaper at a sky-high price the next day.

In the surprise operation that day, only Figuelaura encountered an unexpected accident.When she walked into the main entrance of the building on Cannon Road at twelve noon, and climbed the stairs to the apartment on the top floor registered under Bellona's name, she was supported by Malm's team and three colleagues from the National Security Bureau. The action was planned hastily.As soon as all the personnel gathered at the door of the apartment, she made an offensive.Two burly policemen from Malm's team lifted a 40-kilogram iron-headed hammer, hit the door twice with precise precision, and knocked the door open.Armed teams armed with bulletproof vests and assault rifles broke in and took control of the apartment in just ten seconds. According to the monitoring results from the early morning of that day, a total of five people identified as members of the "group" entered the apartment in the morning, and all five people were arrested and handcuffed. Wearing a bulletproof vest, Figuolaura inspected the apartment that had been the headquarters of the "group" since the 1960s, knocking open the doors one by one.Every room is full of piles and piles of paper, which may require an archaeologist to sort out. A few seconds after she entered the apartment, she opened the door to a small room inside and found that it was a place for the night, and she happened to meet Jonas' eyes.He was a question mark in their assignment that morning because the officer who had been assigned to watch him the night before had lost him.His car was parked on Kings Island, and he didn't come home all night. He didn't expect to find him this morning and arrest him. For safety, they sent people to guard this place at night.Of course.Jonas spent the night here after his night shift. Jonas was wearing only his underwear and looked lethargic.He reached for the gun on the bedside table, but Figuolaura stooped and swept it to the floor. "Jonas... you are suspected of assisting in the killing of Björk and Zarachenko, and complicit in the killing of Blomkvist and Erica. I want to arrest you now. Put your pants on." Jonas threw a punch at Figuolaura, who instinctively blocked it. "What are you kidding?" She grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist hard, forcing him to fall back.She made him turn over on his stomach, put one knee on his lower back, and handcuffed him herself.This is the first time she has used handcuffs on a mission since joining the NSA. She handed Jonas over to a backup policeman, and continued to check the apartment until she opened the last door on the innermost side.According to the floor plan, it is a cubicle facing the atrium.She stopped at the door, looking at a thin, unseen figure that was undoubtedly dying of illness. "Clinton, I'm going to arrest you now for assisting homicide, attempted homicide, and many, many other charges," she said. "You stay in bed and we've called an ambulance to take you to Kings Island." Christ was waiting outside the apartment complex on Cannon Road.Unlike Kertesz, he knows how to use his Nikon digital camera.He used a small telephoto lens and the quality of the pictures was excellent. In the photo, members of the "team" can be seen being led out the front door one by one and towards the police car.Eventually an ambulance arrived and took Clinton away.When the shutter was pressed, his eyes were facing the camera, and his expression was tense and flustered. The photo later won the Best Press Photo of the Year award.