Mason knew that his x-rays were indeed of Dr. Lecter's arm much earlier than Starling, because he was a higher source in the judiciary than she was.
Mason got the news via the Internet under the screen name Token287, the second screen name of Rep. Patton Filmer's aide on the House Judiciary Committee.Instead, Filmer's office received an email signed by Cassius199.That's exactly Paul Krendler's second screen name inside the Justice Department.
Mason was very excited. He didn't expect that Dr. Lecter had been to Brazil, but X-rays had proved that the doctor had only five normal fingers on his left hand. This news coincided with the latest news about the doctor's whereabouts from Europe.Mason believed that the information came from Italian law enforcement and was the most reliable information he had received about Lecter in years.
This advance information Mason did not intend to exchange with the FBI.He had worked tirelessly for seven years, spent a lot of money, consulted secret federal documents, crossed international restrictions, and surpassed Krendler in tracking Lecter.He only exchanged information with the FBI when he needed to absorb sources.
But to put on a show, Mason still asked his secretary to pester Starling and ask her for progress.Mason's memo to the secretary called for her to be called at least three times a day.
Mason immediately wired $5,000 to his intelligence officers in Brazil, asking them to trace the source of the X-ray negatives, and set aside an emergency fund for Switzerland, which was much larger, and planned to continue sending money to Switzerland after reliable information was obtained. .
He believed his intelligence agents in Europe had located Dr. Lecter.But he has been fooled many times on intelligence issues and has learned to be careful.Proof will come soon.Before it arrived, in order to reduce the pain of waiting, Mason considered what he would do after the doctor got his hands.He has already made arrangements for these, because Mason has studied the knowledge of torture...
God's chosen method of torture no longer meets our needs, and that torture is incomprehensible unless it offends God to speak of innocence.God, who scours the world with blind rage, clearly needs help in this regard.
It was only in the 12th year of the paralysis that Mason understood his responsibilities.At this time, the part of his body under the sheets was pitifully small.He knew he could never stand up again.His mansion at Muskrat Farm was completed, and had conditions, though not unlimited conditions, for Molson, head of the Verges, was still ruling.
It was Christmas the year Dr. Lecter escaped.Mason was tormented by one of those Christmas feelings, wishing he could find someone to kill the Doctor himself in the asylum.Mason knew that Dr. Lecter was hiding underground now, probably happy in a place where he could be at ease.
Mason himself was lying under the respirator, a soft blanket covering everything, and a nurse stood beside him, moving his feet from side to side, hoping to sit down.Some poor children were driven to Muskrat Farm to sing Christmas carols.With the doctor's permission, Mason opened the window for a moment to catch some cold air.The children were there, holding candles in both hands, and singing.
The lights in Mason's house were out, and the stars were low in the sky above the farmstead.
"O little town of Bethlehem, how peacefully we see you lie!"
How peacefully we see you lie!
How peacefully we see you lie!
The sarcasm contained in the words made him sick.How peacefully we see you lie, Mason!
The Christmas stars outside the window kept their suffocating calm.He looked up at the stars imploringly with his blindfolded eyes, and gestured to them with the fingers he could still use, but the stars were always silent.It didn't occur to Mason that the stars could breathe, what he did think was that if he suffocated here and now, all he could see would be the beautiful, silent, airless stars.He was suffocating now, he thought, his respirator was out of breath, and he had to wait to breathe.The signs of his life were nothing more than the broken lines of Christmas green drawn on the observation equipment and electrocardiogram, evergreen trees in the dark forest like night, the broken lines of his heartbeat, the contraction and relaxation of his heart.
The nurse was startled.About to ring the moss bell, to get the adrenaline.
That lyric still taunts him, how peacefully we see you lie, Mason!Appeared at this time at Christmas.Before the nurse could ring the bell or fetch the medicine, Mason's initial vengeful mane brushed his wriggling pale ghost crab hands and began to calm him.
At the Eucharist at Christmas all over the world, devout people believe that they can eat the flesh and blood of Christ through miracles.Mason began to prepare for a more moving ceremony, but without incarnation.He began preparing for Dr. Lecter to be eaten alive.
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