Chapter 8 Chapter VII

At about eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, a car drove into the sulfur lake between Jerna and Vangela - there are less than fifteen buildings in the community - and stopped in front of the last building, about 100 meters from the center of the village. One hundred and fifty meters.It was a crumbling industrial building that had once been a printing factory, but now there was a sign at the gate saying "Sulphur Lake Motorcycle Club."Looking around, there were no other vehicles in sight, but the driver still looked around carefully before getting out of the car.The man was tall and blond.The air outside is cold.He put on brown leather gloves and pulled a black sports bag from the trunk.

He wasn't worried about being found out.The car was parked next to the old printing factory, and it was impossible not to be seen.If the police, or any public entity, wanted to monitor the building, those involved would have to be camouflaged and equipped with binoculars — and set them up on the other side of the field.This led to discussions among the villagers, and three of the houses were owned by members of the Sulfur Lake Motorcycle Club. Then again, he didn't want to go into that building either.The police have raided the club several times, and no one knows whether there are bugs installed inside.That is to say, most of the conversation in the club is about cars, women and beer, and occasionally about which stocks to invest in.So the man waited for Carmanius Landing to come out into the courtyard.Lan Ting, nicknamed Ma Ge, is the president of the club. He is only thirty-six years old this year. He is tall and thin, but he has accumulated a considerable beer belly over the years.He wore dark blonde hair tied into a ponytail, black jeans, boots and a heavy winter jacket.He has five prior convictions, including two misdemeanor drug counts, one count of receiving stolen property, and one count of stealing a car and driving while intoxicated.The fifth charge, the most serious, landed him a year in prison: that was a few years earlier when he committed aggravated assault in a Stockholm pub going berserk.After shaking hands with the tall visitor, Lan Ting walked slowly to the fence of the yard together.

"I haven't seen you for a few months," Lan Ting said. The man said, "There's a deal. Three thousand sixty grams of methamphetamine." "Are the conditions the same as last time?" "Fifty-fifty." Landing took a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket.He loves doing business with this giant.The market price of jiaan can be sold for between 160 and 230 crowns per gram, depending on the supply.Then 3,060 grams is worth about 600,000 crowns.The Sulfur Lake Motorcycle Club would pack the three kilograms into 250-gram packs and sell them to dealers they knew.At this stage, the price per gram will drop to 120-130 crowns.

That's a very attractive deal for the Sulfur Lake Motorcycle Club.Unlike other suppliers, there is never a deposit or pricing frivolity to make this sale.The blond-haired giant asked for 50% of the supply, and the proportion of income was completely reasonable.They more or less know how much a kilogram of Jiaan can sell for.As for the exact amount, it depends on the extent to which Landing can successfully dilute the drug. In short, there may be a difference of several thousand, but after the transaction, the giant can get about 190,000 crowns. They've bought and sold countless times over the years, always the same way.Lan Ting knew that if the Giant was in charge of sales, the profit could be doubled, and he also knew why this man would rather choose a lower profit; because in this way he could hide behind the scenes and let the Sulfur Lake Motorcycle Club bear all the risks. Less is more secure.Also, unlike other suppliers he has dealt with, his relationship with Giant is based on solid business principles, trust and goodwill.No spats, nonsense, or threats.Once, the delivery of the arms business was not as expected, and the giant also swallowed a loss of nearly 100,000 crowns.Lan Ting knew that in this industry, no one could afford such a loss.He was terrified when he had to tell the Giant the truth.Landing explained in detail why the deal fell through, and how a CCP officer had come to question an Aryan Brotherhood member in Varmland.But the giant didn't seem particularly surprised, and even expressed sympathy.Anything can happen.The entire delivery plan had to be cancelled.

Lan Ting is not without brains.He understands that less profit and less risk is a good deal.It hadn't occurred to him to deceive the giant.That is taboo.The Giant and his mates did not mind taking less money as long as they kept their accounts honestly.If he cheated, the blond giant would come to his door, and Lan Ting believed that he would be dead by then. "When will it be delivered?" The giant drops the sports bag to the ground. "It's already brought." Lan Ting did not open the bag to confirm, but stretched out his hand to indicate the deal, and then he will do what he should do.

"One more thing," said the giant. "What's up?" "We want to use you to do something special." "tell me the story." He took out an envelope from the hidden pocket of his jacket and handed it to Lan Ting.After Lan Ting opened it, he took out a passport photo and a piece of A4 paper with personal information written on it.He raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. "The girl's name is Liz Salander, and she lives on Rundalstrasse, Sodermalm, Stockholm." "it is good." "She is probably not in the country at the moment, but she will appear sooner or later."

"Know." "My boss wants to have a good talk with her. You have to send a living person here. Send it to the warehouse near Ingen. Someone needs to deal with the aftermath. She must disappear without leaving a trace." "Should be fine. How do we know she's home?" "I will tell you." "What's the price?" "How about ten thousand to finish the whole thing? It's actually very simple. Drive to Stockholm, find her, and bring her to me." They shook hands again to close the deal. On the second trip to Runda Road, Salander slumped down on the lumpy sofa and meditated.She had to make some decisions, one of which was whether she should keep the apartment.She lit a cigarette and blew it toward the ceiling, where the ash flicked into an empty Coke can.There is really no reason to love this apartment.When she was four, she moved in with her mother and younger sister. Her mother slept in the living room, and she shared a tiny bedroom with Camilla.At the age of twelve, the "big evil" happened, and she was sent to a children's psychiatric hospital. From the age of fifteen, she was sent to a series of foster families.Her trustee, Panglan, rented out the apartment and was responsible for returning it to her when she turned eighteen and needed a place to live.

The apartment seemed almost a fixed point in her life.Although she doesn't need it now, she doesn't want to sell it, otherwise it means that strangers will break into her space.The logistical problem was that her mail - if ever received - would go to Lunda Road, and if she sold the apartment she would have to find another address.Salander didn't want to be officially recorded in all databases, and she was almost paranoid in this regard.She had no reason to trust the public sector, or should I say trust anyone else. She looked out at the firewall in the back yard, as she had always looked at that wall her whole life.She was suddenly glad she had decided to leave the apartment.Here she never felt safe.Whenever she turned into Lunda Road and approached the downstairs gate, whether she was awake or not, she would always pay attention to the surrounding environment, paying attention to parked cars and pedestrians passing by.She was pretty sure someone was trying to hurt her somewhere out there, most likely when she came in and out of the apartment.

No one has acted, but it does not mean that we can relax.In all the public records and databases, there was the address of Lunda Road, and over the years she had been unable to improve her security measures, only increased vigilance.Things had changed now, and she didn't want anyone to know Moselback's new address.Intuition told her to keep as low a profile as possible. But that doesn't solve the problem of disposing of old apartments.After thinking for a while, she took out her cell phone and called Miriam. "Hi, it's me." "Hi, Liz. It's only been a week since I got in touch this time?"

"I'm on Ronda Road." "Woolen cloth." "I was wondering, would you like to take over this apartment?" "What's the meaning?" "The place where you live is like a pigeon coop." "I love my pigeon coop. Are you moving?" "No one lives here now." Miriam seemed to be groaning on the other end of the phone. "Liz, I can't afford it." "It's a housing association apartment and it's all paid up. The rent is fourteen hundred and eighty a month, which must be cheaper than your pigeon coop. And the rent is already paid for a year in advance."

"But haven't you thought about selling it? It must be worth a lot of money." "About a million and a half, if real estate ads are to be believed." "This is more than I can pay." "I'm not selling. You can move in tonight and live as long as you want without paying a dime for a year. I can't rent it out, but I can put you on the contract as a roommate, then the housing association I won't trouble you." "But Liz—are you proposing to me?" Miriam said with a smile. "I don't use the apartment right now, but I don't want to sell it either." "Miss, are you saying I can live there for free? Are you serious?" "real." "how long?" "As long as you like. Are you interested?" "Of course. It's not every day that you can live in an apartment in the center of Sound for free." "There is one condition." "I think so." "You can stay as long as you want, but I'm still a tenant in name, and my mail will go there. You just need to collect it for me and tell me if there is anything important." "Liz, you're a super monster. So where are you going to live?" "We'll talk about that later," Salander replied. They agreed to meet later that afternoon to give Miriam a good look at the apartment.Salander felt much better.She walked to the Swedish Commerzbank on Hornsstrasse and waited with a number plate. She showed her ID and explained that she had been abroad a while ago, and now she wanted to know the balance in the account.The amount is eighty-two thousand six hundred and seventy crowns.The account has been inactive for more than a year and a sum of $9,312 was deposited last fall.It was left to her by her mother.Salander took out 9,300 crowns and wanted to spend the money on things that would make her mother happy.She went to the post office on Rosenlund Street and anonymously donated the money to a women's shelter in Stockholm. ※※※ Erica turned off her computer, stretched, and it was eight o'clock on a Friday night, and she had spent a solid nine hours doing the final touches for the March issue of Millennium.Since Marlene was so devoted to Darger's thematic issues, she had to do most of the editing herself.Kertesz and Rota will also help, but they are good at writing articles and researching information, and they are not skilled in editing work.She was very tired and had a sore back, but was content with the day and life in general.The accounting chart shows that the operation is stable. If the external manuscript cannot be submitted on time, it will not be unreasonably late. The employees are happy to work.It has been more than a year, and the Wennerstreng incident still makes them adrenaline-filled and excited. After trying to massage her neck, Erika felt that she needed to take a shower, so she wanted to use the shower facility in the office, but she was too lazy to move, so she just put her feet on the table.She will be forty-five in three months, and the future she once yearned for has begun to pass away. There are already many fine lines around her eyes and mouth, but she knows that her appearance is passable.Although she goes to the gym twice a week, it becomes more and more difficult to climb the mast when she is out on a long voyage, but she has to climb every time because her husband has a severe fear of heights. Erika thinks back on her forty-five years, which, despite their ups and downs, have been largely successful.She has money, status, a family that makes her very happy, and a job she likes.She has a gentle, loving husband whom she still loves after fifteen years of marriage.Then there is a lover who pleases and seems to have an inexhaustible supply of energy, who may not satisfy her soul, but who can satisfy her body when she needs it. She smiled a little at the thought of Blomkvist, wondering when he'd admit to having sex with Hayley.The two of them hadn't said a word about their relationship, but Erica was no three-year-old.During a board meeting in August, she noticed the look they exchanged.That night, purely out of stubbornness, she tried to call the mobile phones of the two of them, but they were both turned off.It wasn't airtight evidence, of course, but Blomkvist couldn't be reached the night of subsequent board meetings.It's always funny to watch Hailey leave early after dinner with the same excuse of going to bed early.Erica was not prying, nor was she jealous.But then again, if the time is right, she will make fun of them. She had never interfered with Blomkvist's affairs with other women, and just hoped his relationship with Hayley wouldn't cause problems for the board.But she wasn't really worried.Blomkvist always had a way of getting along with people, and most of the women who had been involved with him were still friendly with him. Erica is very happy to be Blomkvist's friend and confidante.At times he was foolish, and at other times he was as insightful as a prophet.But he never understood her love for her husband, never understood why she was so fascinated by Greg Beckman.He was warm, generous, inspiring, and most importantly, he probably didn't have some of the manly qualities she hated the most.Beckman is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.Originally wanted to give birth to a child for him, but never had the chance, and now it was too late.In short, she couldn't imagine a better, more stable person than him in choosing a life partner—someone she could trust with all her heart, and who was always there when she needed it. Blomkvist is quite different.He was an extremely variable personality, sometimes as if he had multiple personalities.He is stubborn professionally, and his focus on the task at hand is almost pathological.When he catches a story, he'll go ahead and get it close to perfection, and then he'll deal with the rest of the stuff.At his peak he was radiant, but even when he wasn't at his peak he was always far above average.He seems to have an innate instinct for which stories have dark secrets and which will fall flat.She has never regretted working with him. She has never regretted becoming his mistress. There is only one person in the world who understands Erica's passionate desire for Blomkvist: her husband, and he understands it because she dares to discuss her needs with him.It's not about loyalty, it's about desire.No other man, including her husband, could give the orgasmic pleasure that sex with Blomkvist could give. Sex is very important to her.She lost her virginity at the age of fourteen, and spent most of her teenage years seeking sexual fulfillment, with repeated frustrations.She has tried everything from intimate caressing with her classmates, developing abnormal relationships with teachers, to phone sex and fetishism, as long as it can stimulate sexual desire, she has tried most of them.She'd played bondage, joined extreme nightclubs, and attended the socially unacceptable parties they threw.A few times she had tried to have sex with other women and was disappointed, only to admit that it wasn't to her taste, that a woman didn't give her the slightest thrill as a man, or two men.She and Beckman explored threesome sex with another well-known male gallerist, and discovered that her partner was strongly bisexual, and she herself was feeling two men caressing and satisfying her at the same time. When she was in love, she was almost too excited to move, just like the indescribable joy she felt when she watched her husband being caressed by another man.The couple experienced this stimulation repeatedly with a few regular partners, each time with success. So it wasn't that her sex life with her husband was boring or unsatisfying, it was just that Blomkvist gave her a completely different experience. He is very clever.Just because he was so kind, she felt that she had reached the ideal balance with Beckman as her husband and Blomkvist as her responsive lover.Neither of them could do without the other, and she didn't intend to choose between them.Here's what her husband knew: no matter how imaginative he could be, no jacuzzi poses, he couldn't give her what she needed.What Erica liked most about her relationship with Blomkvist was that he had no desire to control her.He has no jealousy in his heart.And when they started dating twenty years ago, although she herself had been jealous a few times, she later found out that there was no need to be jealous towards him.Their relationship was built on friendship, and he was extremely loyal to his friends.Such relationships can withstand the harshest tests. But it bothered her that too many people she knew still whispered about their relationship, always behind her back. Blomkvist was a man, and he could have slept in the same bed without anyone making a fuss.And she was a woman, with a lover, and her husband's acquiescence--plus she had been faithful to this lover for twenty years--and it turned out to be the most interesting topic at the dinner table.She thought for a moment, picked up the phone and called her husband. "Honey, what are you doing?" "Write something." More than an artist, Beckmann was primarily a professor of art history and wrote several books.He is a frequent participant in public debate and is an advisor to several large architectural firms.This past year, he was writing a book on Art Deco and its influence on buildings, exploring why people succeed in some buildings and not in others.The book had begun to develop into an attack on functionalist architecture, and Erica guessed it would cause an uproar. "How's the writing going?" "Not bad, very smooth. How about you?" "I've just finished my latest issue and it's due to be sent to the printing house on Thursday." "well done." "I am exhausted." "You seem to have something on your mind?" "Do you have any plans for tonight? Will you be very disappointed if I don't come home?" "Say hello to Blomkvist for me, and tell him by the way that he's breaking the will of God," Beckman said. "He might be happy." "Okay, then tell him you're a lusty witch and he'll end up prematurely aging." "He knows that." "Then I'll just kill myself. I'll keep writing until I pass out. Have fun." Blomkvist was at Anskied, at the residence of Darger and Mia, discussing some details about Darger's manuscript, and was almost at the end of it. She asked him if he was doing anything tonight, and if he wanted to massage someone with a sore back. "You have the key," he said, "You're welcome, just treat it as your own home." "I will. See you in about an hour." It took her ten minutes to walk to Bellman Road, shower, change and make espresso before crawling into bed and waiting expectantly. Her greatest satisfaction should be in a threesome with her husband and Blomkvist, but that's never going to happen.Blomkvist is so straight, she even likes to make fun of him for being homophobic.He has no interest in men.Obviously nothing is perfect in this world. ※※※ The blond giant frowned irritably. He had been driving at a speed of fifteen kilometers per hour for an hour. The road condition of this forest trail was so bad that he once believed that he had gone the wrong way.Just as the sky began to darken, the road finally opened up, and the hut appeared in front of us.He stopped the car, turned off the engine, and looked around.About fifty yards to go. This area is the area of ​​Stahlhermann, not far from the town of Maryfred.The hut is a simple fifties building.The frozen Lake Mälaren can be seen through a row of trees. He couldn't imagine how anyone could come to such a remote place in their spare time.After closing the car door, he suddenly felt uneasy.There was a sense of menace in this forest, as if it wanted to surround him.He felt that someone was watching him.Just as he was starting to walk towards the hut, he suddenly stopped when he heard a rustling sound. He gazed into the forest, dimly lit, silent, and windless.He stood there for two minutes, nervous all over his body, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure moving quietly and slowly in the woods.When the eyes were fixed, the figure stood motionless in the woods thirty yards away, watching him. He was vaguely panicked, trying to see the details, but only saw a dark, thin face.He seemed to be a dwarf, not half his height, and wore what appeared to be a jacket of pine and moss.Is it a forest gnome?Forest elves? He held his breath, his hairs bristling. Then he blinked half a dozen times, shook his head, and looked again. The thing moved about ten yards to the right.No one was there.He knew it was his fantasy, but he could clearly see the image between the trees.The thing moved abruptly, getting closer, as if going left and right, half-circling to attack him. The blond giant hurried towards the hut, and the knock on the door seemed to be louder.After hearing the human voice inside, the panic in my heart subsided.He turned to look.nothing.But he didn't exhale until the door opened.Biermann greeted him politely and invited him in. ※※※ Miriam dragged the last garbage bag containing Salander's belongings to the recycling room in the basement and climbed back upstairs out of breath.The apartment was as clean as a sick room, smelling of soap and paint and Salander's freshly brewed coffee.She was sitting on a stool, looking thoughtfully at the empty room, where the old curtains, the rug, the discount coupons on the refrigerator, and the usual trash in the hallway all disappeared as if by magic.I didn't expect the apartment to look so big at this time.Miriam and Salander had different tastes in clothing, furniture, or intellectual stimulation.No, it should be said that Miriam has taste and definite ideas about the appearance of her residence, the furniture to be placed, and what kind of clothes to wear.But Miriam found that Salander had no taste at all. They had discussed it after she had inspected the Runda Road apartment as rigorously as a real estate agent, and Miriam had decided that most of the stuff had to be thrown away, especially the disgusting drab sofa in the living room.Was there anything Salander wanted to leave behind?No.So for two weeks, Miriam spent long days and a few hours each night throwing out old furniture, cleaning out cabinets, scrubbing floors and tubs, and repainting the walls in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and hallway.She also applied clear varnish to the parquet floor in the living room. Salander was not interested in this kind of work, but she came here a few times and was fascinated by the busy Miriam.In the end, the apartment was almost completely emptied except for a solid wood dining table, two sturdy stools and a solid set of shelves in the living room.The dining table was dilapidated, and Miriam planned to sand it down and re-polish it; the stools were loot from Salander's raid when a resident on the top floor was cleaning; as for the shelf, Miriam thought it could be repainted. "Unless you change your mind, I'm moving in this week." "I don't need this apartment." "It's a great apartment, though. There are bigger and better apartments, of course, but I mean it's right in the middle of Sword, and the rent is cheap. You've got a lot to lose if you don't sell it, Liz. " "I have enough money." Miriam didn't say any more, but she didn't know how to interpret Salander's perfunctory response. "Where are you living right now?" Salander didn't answer. "Can someone find you?" "not now." Salander opened her shoulder bag, took out some papers and handed them to Miriam. "I signed an agreement with the housing association. The easiest thing to do is to register you as a flatmate and say I'm going to sell you half the apartment. The price is one crown. You have to sign the agreement." Miriam took out her pen Signed and added her birthday. "that's all?" "that's it." "Liz, I always think you're a bit weird. Do you understand that you just gave me half of the apartment? I'm happy to have this apartment, but I don't want you to suddenly regret it in the end, or hurt our relationship." emotion." "Never hurt feelings. I want you to live here, I feel fine." "But you don't ask for anything in return? You're crazy." "You'll handle the mail for me, we agreed." "On average, I only need four seconds a week. Are you planning to come over and have sex once in a while?" Salander stared directly at Miriam, and was silent for a while. "I'd love to do it, but it's not included in the contract. If you don't want to, you can always say no." Miriam sighed. "I've begun to enjoy the fun of being adopted. You see, someone gave me an apartment, paid the rent for me, and occasionally came to play bed wrestling with me." After the two sat quietly for a while, Miriam stood up resolutely Step into the living room and turn off the light bulbs that are fixed directly to the ceiling. "come over." Salander followed. “I’ve never had sex on the floor of a freshly painted apartment without a single piece of furniture. I’ve seen a Marlon Brando movie about a couple in Paris, and there’s a scene like that in it.” Salander glanced at the floor. "I want to play. Are you ready?" Miriam asked. "I'm almost always ready." "I'm going to be a controlling whore tonight. Everything is under my control. Take off your clothes." Salander curled her lips and smiled.It took at least ten seconds for her to take off her clothes. "Lie face down on the floor." Salander did as Miriam asked.The parquet floor was cold and my skin instantly got goosebumps.Miriam tied Salander's hands behind her back with a T-shirt that said "You have the right to remain silent."Salander couldn't help thinking of how the disgusting pervert Bierman tied her up two years ago.The similarities end there. With Miriam, Salander had only erotic expectations.She didn't resist when Miriam turned her over and spread her legs apart.Salander watched her take off her T-shirt in the dimly lit room, fascinated by her soft breasts.Then Miriam covered Salander's eyes with her T-shirt.She could hear the rustling of her clothes, and a few seconds later, she felt Miriam's tongue licking her belly and her fingers between her thighs.She hadn't been this excited for a long time.She closed her blindfolded eyes tightly and obeyed Miriam's lead.