Chapter 5 Chapter Four

Equations usually contain one or several so-called unknowns, often denoted by z, y, z, etc.If the value of the unknown can make the equality sign of the equation established, the equation is said to be satisfied, that is, the solution of the equation. For example: 3x+4=6x－2 (x=2) Salander landed at Stockholm's Arlanda Airport at noon.She spent nine hours at Grantley Adams Airport in Barbados, minus flying time, after a passenger who appeared to be Arab was refused by British Airways until he was taken away for questioning and the threat of possible terrorist attack cleared. Let the plane take off.By the time she arrived in Gatwick, London, she had missed her connecting flight to Sweden and had to wait overnight to reschedule her flight.Salander felt like a bunch of bananas that had been out in the sun for too long.All her luggage is a carry-on bag, which contains a laptop, "Mathematical Dimensions" and a change of clothes.At customs, she was greeted home by freezing sleet as she passed through the non-declaring green gate and boarded a shuttle bus outside the airport.

She hesitated.Growing up, she has always had to choose the cheapest option, and has yet to get used to the fact that she has more than three billion crowns, which she stole using Internet tactics combined with old-school but effective fraud money.After staying in the wet and cold for a while, thinking about his rules, she flagged down a taxi, gave the driver the address of Lunda Road, and then fell asleep in the back seat. It wasn't until the taxi stopped on Runda Road and the driver shook her awake that she realized that she had given her the old address, and she said she had changed her mind and asked him to continue driving to Yotpo Road.She gave the driver a big tip in dollars, and when she stepped out of the car, she stepped on the stagnant water in the ditch and cursed.Wearing jeans, a T-shirt, a light jacket, sandals and short cotton socks, she walked carefully to 7-11 to buy some shampoo, toothpaste, soap, kefir, milk, cheese, eggs , bread, frozen cinnamon rolls, coffee, Lipton tea bags, a jar of pickles, apples, a large package of Billy's thick-crust pizza, and a packet of Marlboro Light Smoke, and finally pay by credit card.When she returned to the street, she didn't know where to go for a moment.You can go up Swadden Street, or you can go along Hochance Street towards Slusen.The downside of taking Hochance Street is that you have to pass the door of the Millennium office building and run into Blomkvist.At last she decided not to avoid him, and walked down toward Slussen—although it was a little farther—and turned right from Hitchen Street into Moselback Square, crossed the square, and passed Sodra The "Sisters" statue in front of the theatre, then climb up the stairs to Fiskar Street.She paused and looked up at the apartment building in thought, not feeling like "home" here.

She looked around.It was a remote spot in the middle of Sodermalm, with no direct transport, which was just what she wanted, and it was easy to observe the people moving around.Apparently a lot of people like to walk here during the summer, but in the winter it's only the business people who show up.There was hardly anyone to be seen at this time—certainly not anyone she knew, or anyone who could reasonably be expected to know her.Salander put the shopping bag on the muddy ground and took out her keys.After taking the elevator to the top floor, I opened the door with "V Kura" written on it.

One of the first things Salander did after receiving a huge sum of money to live on for the rest of her life (or for as long as three billion kronor should have been able to sustain it) was to find an apartment.The real estate market is a new experience for her. In the past, she spent money on temporary items at most, and either paid in cash or paid in installments.Among the biggest expenses are all kinds of computers and the Kawasaki motorcycle.The motorcycle cost seven thousand crowns, which was quite cheap; but the parts cost almost as much, and it took several months to dismantle the whole car and rebuild it.She wanted a car, but didn't buy it out of caution because she didn't know how to allocate her budget.

Buying an apartment, she knew, was a different business.At the beginning, she first went to the "Daily News" electronic newspaper to read classified advertisements, which is a science in itself.The information she saw was: One bedroom with living and dining room, good location, near Sodra station, 2.7 million SEK or the highest bidder.The management fee is 5,510 yuan per month. Three bedrooms and kitchen, park view, Hegary, 2.9 million crowns. Two and one-half rooms, 47 square meters, bathroom renovation, new plumbing installed in 1998.Gotland Street.1.8 million crowns.The management fee is 2,200 yuan per month.

She made a few random calls, but didn't know what to ask, and soon she felt too stupid to even try.But she went out on the first Sunday in January to see two open houses, one in Windlaja Road, as far as Remsholm, and the other in Helenberg near Hohensdur. on the street.The one in Remusholm was a bright four-room apartment in the building with views of Long Island and Essingen.She should be satisfied living here.The one on Helenbergh Street was filthy, and all you could see was the building next door. The problem was that she couldn't decide which neighborhood to live in, what kind of apartment she wanted, or what questions to ask about her new home.The 49-square-meter apartment on Lunda Road was her childhood residence, and she never thought of changing it. With the assistance of the trustee at the time, Lawyer Panglan, she also obtained the ownership of the apartment when she turned eighteen.She plopped down on the lumpy sofa in the studio-living room and began to meditate.

The Renda Road apartment faced a courtyard, and the space inside the house was cramped and not comfortable at all.The view from the bedroom window is a gable-looking firewall, and the view from the kitchen is the back of the adjacent street building and the entrance to the basement storage room.A street lamp and a few branches of a birch tree can be seen from the living room. The first requirement of a new home is to have a view. She had no balcony here and was always envious of her wealthy neighbors on the upper floors who could sit under their awning and drink a cold beer on warm days.So the second condition is to have a balcony.What should the apartment look like?She thought of Blomkvist's home—a converted penthouse on Bellman Road, sixty-five square meters, open space, with a view of the city hall and the Slussen Lock.She used to love it there.She wanted a comfortable, low-furniture apartment that was easy to organize, which was the third requirement.

Her living space has been small for many years.The kitchen is only ten square meters, enough for a small dining table and two chairs; the living room is twenty square meters, and the bedroom is twelve.Therefore, the fourth condition of a new home is to have a lot of space and a wardrobe.She hopes to have a formal studio and a large bedroom where the whole person can stretch out. The bathroom here is a small, windowless space with a square concrete floor, a simple shower that is uncomfortable to use, and plastic wallpaper on the walls that cannot be washed off anyway.She wants tile and a big tub.Wish the washing machine was right at home and not somewhere in the basement.Hope the bathroom smells nice and the windows can be opened.Next she went online to research the options offered by the real estate agent.The next day, she got up early to find Nobel House, which was said to be the most reputable agency in Stockholm.Wearing black distressed jeans, boots and a black leather jacket, she stood at a counter facing a blond woman of about thirty-five who had just logged on to the Nobel Housing website and was uploading photos of her apartment.Finally, a short, fat, middle-aged man with thinning red hair came over.She asked him what kind of apartments are for sale now, and after he looked at her in surprise, he said in an elder tone:

"I said little girl, do your parents know you're planning to move out?" Salander stared at him coldly until he stopped giggling. "I'm looking for an apartment," she said. The man cleared his throat and aimed at his colleague who was typing on the computer as if asking for help. "Okay. What kind of apartment are you looking for?" "The apartment I want is in Sound, with a balcony, a view of the water, at least four bedrooms, a bathroom with a window, and a storage room. And a lockable space for me to park my motorcycle .” The woman working on the computer raised her head and stared at Salander.

"Motorcycle?" asked the man with thinning hair. Salander nodded. "May I ask... is your name?" After Salander said his name, he also asked his name, and he said his name was Jochin Payson. "The point is, it's quite expensive to buy a condominium in Stockholm..." Just now Salander only asked what kind of condominiums he had for sale. "What kind of work do you do?" Salander thought about it.It stands to reason that she is a freelancer. In fact, she only works for Armansky and Milton security, but this past year has not seemed to be the case.She hadn't done anything for him for three months.

"I don't have a particular job right now," she replied. "So... I guess you're still learning?" "No, I'm not a student." Payson walked out of the counter, put his arms around Salander's shoulders very affectionately, and escorted her to the door. "Well, Miss Salander, we welcome you back in a few years, but you need to bring some money. A piggy bank is not enough. To be honest, I'm afraid your pocket money for a week Can't afford a house." He pinched her cheek innocently. "So, come back later, and we'll try to find you a small suite." Salander stood for a few minutes on the street outside Nobel's house, thinking absently: If a bottled petrol bomb flew in through the display window, how would this little Mr. Pessen feel?Then she goes home and turns on her powerful laptop.It only took her ten minutes to hack into the internal computer system of the Nobel house, and she just happened to see the female staff behind the counter entering the password before starting to upload the photos.Then it took her another three minutes to discover that the computer used by the female staff turned out to be the company's web server—how stupid can you be? ——In another three minutes, they invaded all fourteen computers on their network system.After about two hours, she had read Person's information and found that in the past two years, he had secret income of about 750,000 kronor that had not been declared to the IRS.She downloaded all the necessary information, emailed the tax authorities from an anonymous email account on a server in the United States, and put Mr. Payson out of her mind.For the next day, she continued to browse the listings of homes for sale in Nobel House.The most expensive one was a small mansion on the outskirts of Maryfred, but she didn't want to live there.Purely as a gamble, she chose the house with the second highest price - a large apartment, just beside Moserbach Square. She scrutinized the photos and floor plans and decided it was definitely what she was looking for.The former owner was once the president of the Appleby Group. He was criticized and controversial because he received billions of kroner in golden parachute compensation, and now he has faded out of the social circle. That evening she called Jeremy Macmillan, a partner at the law firm Macmillan Marks in Gibraltar.They've dealt before; Macmillan set up several post office box companies under which accounts were managed that Salander had stolen from the corrupt capitalist Hans-Eric Wennerstrom a year earlier. Even the lawyers themselves feel that the wealth and handling fees charged are generous. This time she hired Macmillan again, instructing him to negotiate with Noble House, in the name of Wasp Enterprises, about the purchase of the apartment on Fiskar Street near Moserback Square.It took four days, and she raised her eyebrows at the final agreed price, which included Macmillan's five per cent attorney's fees.Before the weekend, she moved into the new house with two boxes of clothes and bed sets, a mattress and some kitchen utensils.She slept on a mattress for three weeks, during which time she searched for plastic surgery clinics, dealt with unresolved business details (including a nightly interview with a lawyer named Bierman), and paid off the rent on her old apartment in advance. , as well as electricity and other monthly expenses.Then I booked a trip to the Italian clinic.After treatment and discharge, she sat in a hotel room in Rome, wondering what to do next.She was supposed to return to Sweden to start a new life, but various factors made the thought of Stockholm overwhelming.She has no real career, and she can't see a future in Milton Security.It wasn't Armansky's fault, he probably wanted her to work full-time, to be an efficient cog in the company.But at the age of twenty-five, she lacked academic qualifications. She really didn't expect to be fifty years old, and she was still working hard to investigate liars in the corporate world.It's a fun hobby, but you can't do it for a lifetime.Another reason why she hesitated to go back to Stockholm was that man—Blomkvist.In Stockholm, she and Detective Blomkvist might run into each other unexpectedly, which was the last thing she wanted to happen at this moment.He hurt her.She knew he didn't mean to, and she'd been behaving really well, and she only blamed herself for "falling in love" with him.The last sentence is really contradictory when applied to "big bitch Liz Salander". Blomkvist has a reputation for flirting.She was at best an amusing diversion, an object of his pity in times of need, when there was no better choice.But he quickly moved on to more interesting companions.She couldn't help cursing herself for letting her guard down and letting him intrude into her life. After regaining her senses, she has severed all ties with him.It wasn't easy to do, but she was determined.The last time she saw him, she was standing on the platform of the Old Town subway station, and he was taking the subway into the city.She stared at him for a full minute before she was sure she had nothing for him, or the feeling would have bled her to death.fuck you.The moment the door closed, he saw her, and looked at her with searching eyes until the train started, and she turned around and walked away at the same time. She didn't understand why he was so persistent in trying to keep in touch, like he was in charge of some goddamn social welfare program.It annoyed her even more to see him so bewildered.Whenever I see an e-mail from him, I have to force myself to delete it without reading it.Stockholm did not appeal to her at all.Aside from a part-time job as a Milton security guard, a few jilted sex partners, and a former female member of the rock group Evil Finger, she knew almost no one in her hometown. The only person she had any respect for these days was Armansky.Her feelings for him were hard to define.Whenever I find myself attracted to him, I am always slightly surprised.If he hadn't been married for many years, and was so old and conservative, she might consider making love to him.So she took out the diary and flipped to the map section.She has never been to Australia or Africa, and although she has read about it, she has never seen the pyramids or Angkor Wat, never taken the Star Ferry between Kowloon and Victoria in Hong Kong, and never visited Snorkel in the Caribbean or sit on the sand in Thailand.Apart from a few business stops in the Baltic states and neighboring Nordic countries, and of course Zurich and London, she hardly ever leaves Sweden, or more correctly, Stockholm. She couldn't afford it at all in the past. She stood at the window of a hotel room in Rome overlooking Via Garibaldi.The city looked like a pile of ruins.At this time, she made a decision, put on her jacket, and went to the lobby downstairs to ask if there was a travel agency nearby.She bought a one-way ticket to Tel Aviv, and spent the next few days wandering through Jerusalem's Old City, visiting the Al-Aqsa Mosque and the Wailing Wall.Suspicious when she saw some armed soldiers on a street corner, she flew to Bangkok and continued traveling until the end of the year.There was only one thing she had to do, and that was to go to Gibraltar, twice.The first time was to investigate the person she had chosen to manage the money for her, and the second time was to see if he was doing a good job. It felt strange to unlock my own door on Fiskar Street after such a long time. She put the things she bought and her shoulder bag in the hallway, pressed the four-digit password to release the security, then took off her wet clothes and threw them on the hallway floor, walked into the kitchen naked, plugged in the refrigerator, and put the food in After I was done, I went into the bathroom and took a shower for ten minutes.Dinner was a microwaved Billy's thick crust pizza and a sliced ​​apple.Then I opened a moving box and found a pillow, some sheets and a blanket, which smelled a bit weird because it had been sealed for a year.Finally, the mattress, which was placed in the room next to the kitchen, was laid. She fell asleep within ten seconds of her head touching the pillow, and slept for twelve hours.I woke up and turned on the coffee machine, wrapped myself in a blanket, and sat smoking in the window seat without turning on the lights, watching the blinding lights of the royal hunting grounds and the salt lake.Salander had a packed schedule for the second day after returning home.At seven o'clock in the morning, she locked the apartment door, opened a transom in the stairwell before leaving the floor, and tied the spare key to a thin copper wire she had tied to the drain clamp on the wall.Experience tells her to have a backup key ready at all times, just in case. The air outside was freezing.Salander was wearing thin, torn jeans with a slit under one of the back pockets and blue panties visible.He was wearing a T-shirt and a warm turtleneck, but the seam at the collar of the cardigan had begun to fray.She also found the frayed leather jacket with studs on the shoulders, and decided to get a tailor to mend the almost missing lining in the pockets.She wore thick socks and boots.Overall, quite comfortable and warm. She walked along St. Paul's Street to Sinkensdam, and then to her old lodgings on Ronda Road.First check to see if the Kawasaki motorcycle is still safely parked in the basement.She patted the motorcycle seat before going upstairs, and when she entered, she had to push through the piles of junk mail behind the door. She hadn't known what to do with the apartment before, so when she left Sweden a year ago, the easiest thing to do was set up autopay to pay off recurring bills.The apartment also contained furniture that she had laboriously collected over time from dumpsters and bulk waste, as well as a couple of chipped mugs, two old computers, and lots of paper.But none of them are of value.She took a black trash bag from the kitchen and spent five minutes sorting through the mail, most of which went straight into the plastic bag.There were a few letters from her, mostly bank account details and tax returns from Milton Security.One of the advantages of receiving guardianship is that you don't have to deal with tax returns yourself, and because you don't usually have to make such contacts, they are particularly eye-catching when they appear.Apart from that, only three personal letters accumulated over the course of the year. The first came from a lawyer named Greta Moreland, the executor of Salander's mother's will.The letter stated that the mother's property had been settled, and Salander and her younger sister Camilla each inherited 9,312 crowns.The amount has already been deposited into Miss Salander's bank account, please confirm it.Salander stuffed the letter into the inside pocket of her jacket.The second letter was a kind letter from the director of the Up Bay Nursing Home, McElson, who reminded her that her mother's personal belongings had been boxed up and asked her to contact the nursing home to see how to dispose of them.At the end of the letter, it was emphasized that if they did not hear from Salander or her sister (they did not have her address) before the end of the year, they could only discard the items due to the precious space in the courtyard.She found out that the letter was sent in June, so she took out her mobile phone to make a call.The box is still there.She apologized for not replying sooner and promised to pick it up the next day. The last letter was written by Blomkvist.After thinking for a while, she decided not to open the letter, and threw it directly into the bag. She packed the various items and trinkets she wanted to keep in another box and took a taxi back to Moselback.Next she put on makeup, glasses and a shoulder-length blond wig, and pocketed a Norwegian passport held by Irene Neisser.Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt that Nesser and Salander were somewhat similar, but still very different people.After a quick lunch of a Brie sandwich and a latte at Café Eden on Yotte, she walked to the rental car center on the Ringstrasse, rented a Nissan under the name Neisser, and drove. I went to the IKEA main store in Kongenskuwa, and spent three hours shopping inside, and wrote down the product models I needed.She made several decisions quickly. She bought two Karanda sofas with sand-coloured upholstery, five Bonn armchairs, two round birch coffee tables with clear lacquer, a Swanspo coffee table, and a couple of spare Lack tables.From the storage department, she ordered two Eva System storage combinations and two Bond bookcases, a TV stand and a Magic storage combination with doors.In the end, I chose a Pax Nax three-door wardrobe and two small Malm desks. She spent a lot of time choosing the bed and finally settled on the Hennessy bed frame with mattress and nightstand.To be on the safe side, I also bought a Lillehammer bed for the guest room.I don't intend to invite anyone over for the night, but since there's a guest room, it doesn't hurt to furnish it.The bathroom in the new apartment already had a medicine cabinet, towel storage, and a washing machine from the previous owner.Now just buy another cheap laundry hamper. But what she really needed was kitchen furniture.After a little deliberation, I decided to buy a Roosevelt dining table—in addition to being made of solid beech wood, it also has a tempered glass top.Also bought four colorful dining chairs. There is also a need for furniture for the studio. She saw some incredible "computer workstations" with cleverly designed shelves for displaying computer mainframes and keyboards, but she shook her head in the end and only ordered an ordinary Galante desk. And a large file cabinet, the desk is birch veneer, the tabletop is inclined, and the corners are rounded.She also spent a lot of time picking out an office chair—she'll be sitting on it for a long time—and settled on the most expensive one, the Luxan model. She traveled through the store and bought sheets, pillowcases, towels, duvets, blankets, pillows, her first set of stainless steel dishes, some crockery, pots and pans, cutting boards, three large rugs, a few task lamps, and a whole lot of Stationery - file folders, data boxes, wastebaskets, storage boxes, etc.Payment was made with a Wasp Enterprises credit card and Neisser's ID was presented.She also pays for them to have it delivered and assembled.The total cost was a little over 90,000 crowns.She was back in Sword by five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still time to go to Axosen Appliances and buy a nineteen-inch television and a radio in no time.I ended up sneaking in to buy a vacuum cleaner just before it closed on Horns Road.At the Maria Harlan Market, she bought another mop, dish soap, bucket, detergent, hand soap, toothbrush and a big bag of toilet paper.She is tired, but satisfied after shopping.Stuff everything into a rented Nissan before slumping to the Java Café on Horns Road.Borrowing an evening paper from a neighboring table, she learned that the Social Democrats were still in power, and that nothing major seemed to have happened in Sweden during her absence. She got home before eight o'clock, and took advantage of the dark to unload the car and move it to Kula's apartment. They piled it all up in the hallway, and then spent nearly half an hour looking for a parking space.When she was done, she soaked in the jacuzzi, big enough for three adults, and for a moment thought of Blomkvist.Before I saw his letter that morning, I hadn't thought of him for several months. I didn't know if he was at home now, and if the woman named Erica was with him.After a while, she took a deep breath and buried her head face down in the water.She put her hands on her chest, pinched her nipples hard, and held her breath for a long time until her chest began to ache. ※※※ Editor-in-Chief Erica looked at the clock when Blomkvist arrived. He was almost fifteen minutes late.This is the ten o'clock in the morning on the second Tuesday of each month. The planning meeting is held routinely. In addition to proposing the outline of the tentative plan for the next issue, the magazine content for the next few months will also be decided first. Blomkvist apologized for being late and murmured an explanation, but no one heard or at least said hello.In addition to Erica, there were editorial secretary Marlene Erisson, partner and art director Christer Maugham, interview reporter Monica Nielsen, and part-timers Rota Karim and Henry Kertesz.Blomkvist noticed at a glance that the intern was not there, but there was a new face at the small conference table in Erica's office.It was highly unusual for her to have an outsider involved in a Millennium planning meeting. "This is Dag Svensson," Erica introduced. "Freelance writer. We're going to buy an article from him." Blomkvist shook hands with him.Dag was blond and blue-eyed, with a crew cut and three days' worth of stubble.He is about thirty years old and has an enviable figure. "We usually have one or two themed issues a year," Erica continued, "and I hope to use this story in the May issue. The printing house has an appointment for April 27th, so there are three full months to write an article." "So what's the theme?" Blomkvist asked aloud, pouring coffee from a thermos. "Last week, Dug came to me with a story outline, so I invited him to a meeting today. I'll let you explain, Dag?" Erica asked. "Trafficking," Dag said. "I mean sex trafficking. In this case, it was mostly girls from the Baltic states and Eastern Europe. Let me start at the beginning, I'm writing a book on the subject." , that’s why I approached Millennium—because you now also have a book publishing business.” Everyone seemed to find it amused.Millennium Press has only published one book so far, Blomkvist's tome about billionaire Wennerstrom's financial empire, written a year earlier.The book has now been printed six times in Sweden and has been translated into Norwegian, German and English, with a French edition coming soon.Since the story has become a household name and has been exposed in every newspaper, book sales have been phenomenal. "We're not doing a big book publishing business," Blomkvist said cautiously.Even Dag couldn't help smiling. "I understand. But you do have the ability to publish books." “There are a lot of bigger companies out there that can publish books,” Blomkvist said. “Companies with sound institutions.” "Of course." Erica said, "But we started discussing a year ago that we might be able to run a publishing business for specific consumer groups in addition to regular operations. We have proposed this in two board meetings. Thoughts, everyone is optimistic. We are considering a small volume of publications - three or four per year - covering a variety of subjects, in other words a typical journalism publication. And this book will be a Good start." "Illegal trade," Blomkvist said. "Tell us about it." "I've been poking around for four years on the subject of the illegal trade. I started following it through my girlfriend, Mia Johansson, a criminologist and gender scholar who previously worked in crime. Center for Prevention and Control, wrote a report on sex trafficking." "I know her." Marlene said suddenly, "Two years ago, she published a report comparing the treatment differences between men and women in the courts. I interviewed her at that time." Dag smiled. "It did make a splash. But she'd been researching the trade for five or six years, and that's how we met. I was writing a story about sex trafficking online and I heard she knew something about it. She did. Long story short: the two of us started working together, me as a journalist and she as a researcher. We also started dating along the way and moved in together a year ago. She is writing her doctoral dissertation and will be defending it this year.” "So she's writing her doctoral dissertation, and you..." “I rewrote her paper into a popular version, adding my own findings. There was also a shorter version, the one I gave Erica the outline for.” "That's right, you guys work together. What about the story?" "Our government has very strict sex trafficking laws, our police should be responsible for making people abide by the law, and the courts should sentence sex criminals - the reason why these men and these clients are called sex criminals is because buying sex is already illegal Behavior — and our media writes indignant articles on the subject, etc. Also, Sweden is one of the countries that imports the most prostitutes per capita from Russia and the Baltic states.” "Can you prove it?" "It's not a secret, it's not even news. The news is that we met and interviewed a dozen girls, most of them between fifteen and twenty years old. They were lured to Sweden from the poor societies of Eastern Europe, thinking they would find work. , only to fall into the clutches of the unscrupulous sex-trafficking mafia. What happened to those girls couldn’t even be shown in a movie.” "it is good." "This can be said to be the focus of Mia's thesis, but not the focus of the book." Everyone listened attentively. "Mia interviews girls, and I list suppliers and essential customers." Blomkvist smiled.He had never met Dag, but he sensed immediately that he was his type of reporter—one who could hit the mark.For Blomkvist, the golden rule of journalism is that someone must be held accountable.That is, the bad guys. "Have you discovered any interesting facts?" “For example, I can present evidence that a Justice Department official who was involved in drafting the sex trafficking law exploited at least two girls, one of whom was only fifteen years old, who came to Sweden through sex trafficking mafia brokers.” "Wow!" "I have been following this story on and off for three years. There will be case studies of prostitutes in the book. There are three policemen, one of them is the secret police and the other is a criminal policeman. There are also five lawyers, a prosecutor, and a judge. , and three journalists, one of whom had written about the sex trade. In private, he had rape fantasies about a teenage girl from Tallinn—this case is not a love-your-own-sex game. I also Considering naming names. I have unassailable evidence." Blomkvist whistled. "Now that I'm the issuer again, I want to go through the evidence carefully." He said, "Last time I was too hasty and didn't check the source. As a result, I was imprisoned for three months." "If you want to publish this story, I can provide you with all the information you want. But I sell this story to Millennium on one condition." "Dug wants us to put out a book, too," Erica said. "Exactly. I wanted it to go off like a bomb, and now Millennium is the most trusted and outspoken magazine in the country. I don't think there's any other publisher that would do that." "Does that mean there are no articles without publication?" asked Blomkvist. "I think it sounds really good," Marlene said.Kertesz also murmured. "Articles and books are two different things." Erica said, "For magazines, Michael is the publisher and is responsible for the content. As for the publication of books, the content is the responsibility of the author." "I know," Darger said. "I don't care. When the book comes out, Mia will report everyone I mention to the police." "That would make a big splash," Kertesz said. "That's only half the story," Darger said. "I also analyzed some of the networks that make money from sex trafficking. I'm talking about organized crime." "Who is involved?" "That's the saddest part. The sex-trafficking mafia is a bunch of unknown scumbags, and when I started my investigation, I didn't know what I was going to find, but we—or at least I—felt somewhat of the 'mafia "Party" is a group of people belonging to the upper echelons of society. This impression is likely to come from some American underworld movies. The story you wrote about Wenner Strong, " Darger turned to Blomkvist and said, "It also shows that's the case. Wennerstrom is an exception, though. The group I found was cold-blooded, sadistic, and barely able to read or write. , when it comes to organization and strategic thinking. They're connected to bikers or some more organized group, but basically the sex business is run by a bunch of jerks." "It's very clear in your article," Erica said. "We spend millions of kroner a year in bills, police and judicial systems to fight sex trafficking, and they end up doing it with a bunch of idiots. indefinite." "This is a great harm to human rights. The girls currently involved belong to the lower class of society and are not the object of the legal system. They cannot vote and know almost nothing about Swedish except for the vocabulary needed to talk about business. Everything related to sex trafficking有关的犯罪事实，百分之九十九点九九没有报警，报警处理的也几乎不曾被起诉。这肯定是瑞典犯罪世界中最大的一座冰山。如果他们处理银行抢劫案也如此无动於衷，结果会如何？真叫人不敢想像。不幸的是我得到一个结论：若非刑事司法体系不愿插手，这些交易活动根本一天也无法存活。来自塔林与里加的少女受攻击，不是需优先处理的事项。妓女就是妓女。那是制度作的一部分。」 「而且无人不知。」莫妮卡说。 「那麽你们觉得如何？」爱莉卡问道。 「我喜欢。」布隆维斯特回答。 「刊登这则故事会惹来麻烦，这也正是当初成立《千禧年》的目的所在。」 「这也是我还继续留在杂志社工作的原因。发行人偶尔总得跳崖一次。」莫妮卡说。 大夥听了都笑起来，除了布隆维斯特之外。 「他是唯一一个疯狂到足以胜任发行人职务的人。」爱莉卡说道：「这篇会刊在五月号，你的书也会同时出版。」 「书写好了吗？」布隆维斯特问。 「还没。大纲都完成了，但内容只写了一半。如果你们同意出书，并先预付我一笔钱，我就可以全力开工。调查工作几乎都已结束，如今只需再补充一些细节——其实只是再查证已知的东西——以及当面质问我打算揭发的嫖客。」 「我们的做法会和温纳斯壮那本书完全一样。版面设计一星期。」 克里斯特点着头说：「印刷两星期。三、四月进行对质，最後总结成十五页的专文。原稿会在四月十五号以前整理好，那麽就有时间查证所有来源。」 「合约要怎麽订呢？」 「我拟过一份出书合约，但恐怕还得再和我们的律师谈谈。」爱莉卡皱皱眉头。 「不过我建议签一份二月到五月的短期合约。我们不会多付钱。」 「我可以接受。我只需要一份基本工资。」 「另外出书部分，扣除费用後的盈余大概是五五分，你觉得如何？」 「好极了。」达格说。 「工作分配。」爱莉卡说：「玛琳，这份主题特刊我要你负责企划，下个月起这就是你的第一要务，你要和达格合作编辑。罗塔，这麽一来从三月到五月，你就得担任临时编辑秘书，而且要做全职。时间许可的话，玛琳或麦可会支持你。」 玛琳点头答应。 「麦可，我要你担任本书的编辑。」爱莉卡随即看着达格。 「也许你看不出来，麦可其实是个很棒的编辑，也很会作调查。他会用放大镜仔细检视你书中的每字每句，绝不会放过任何细节。你希望我们出版你的书，我感到很荣幸，但我们《千禧年》有特殊的问题。外面有一两个对手巴不得看到我们垮台，如果我们冒着招惹麻烦的风险出这样的书，就得有百分之百的正确率，不能有丝毫闪失。」 「我也不希望出任何差错。」 「很好。但是你能忍受整个春天，都有人在你背後盯着，并从各方面提出批评吗？」 达格露出苦笑，看着布隆维斯特。 「放马过来吧！」 「如果要做主题专刊，就需要更多文章。麦可，我要你写有关性交易的财政状况。每年的交易金额有多少？谁能从中获利，钱又到哪去了？能不能找到证据证明有一部分钱进到国库去？莫妮卡，我要你查一查一般性侵害的情形。去找妇女的庇护所、研究人员、医生和社会福利人员谈谈。你们两个和达格要负责撰写辅文。柯特兹，你去访问米亚，这件事不能由达格自己做。人物特写：她是谁、在研究什麽、得到哪些结论？我还要你去找出警察报告，作个案分析。克里斯特，照片。我还不知道要怎麽呈现，想一想。」 「这恐怕是最简单的主题了。卖弄点艺术，没问题。」 「我想补充一点。」达格说道：「警界有少数人做得非常尽心尽力。也许可以访问其中几个。」 「你有名字吗？」柯特兹问。 「还有电话呢！」达格说。 「好极了。」爱莉卡说道：「五月号的主题是性交易。我们要点出非法性交易是违反人权的犯罪行为，我们必须揭发这些罪犯，并以对待全世界任何地方的战争罪犯、暗杀部队或施虐者一样地对待他们。现在，开工吧！」