At night in the heart of downtown Florence, artistic lights illuminate the ancient city.
Standing on the dark square, illuminated by mercury lamps, the vaulted windows and battlements resemble teeth carved out of Halloween jack-o-lanterns; the bell tower soars into the black sky; it has a strong medieval atmosphere.
Bats chase gnats and fly until dawn before the bright clock face; swallows awakened by the bell after dawn will soar in the sky again.
Police Chief Detective Rinaldo Pazzi emerged from the shadows.Several marble statues fixed in the act of rape and murder set off his black raincoat.He crossed the square, his pale face turned like a sunflower to the lights of Palazzo Vecchio.He stood where the reformer had been burned, and looked up at the window where his ancestors had suffered.
From that high window Francesco de' Pazzi had been thrown naked, with a noose around his neck, crashing, convulsing, whirling dead against the rough walls.The archbishop was also hanged beside Pazzi, and the neat robes all over his body did not give him any spiritual comfort.The archbishop's eyes were bulging, and he was so suffocated that he went crazy, biting Pazzi's flesh and not letting go.
The Pazzi family had been in ruins since that Sunday, April 26, 1478, for the murder of Giuliano de' Giuliano and the attempted murder of the noble Lorenzo de' Medici during Mass in the cathedral.
The present Rinaldo Pazzi was one of the Pazzi of the Pazzi family, disgraced and unlucky, always pricked up for the whisper of the axe, hating the government as much as his ancestors did.He came here to decide how to make the most of a good fortune:
Inspector Pazzi believes he has discovered Hannibal Lecter, who lives in Florence.If he can catch this devil, he will have a chance to make a comeback and be respected by his peers again.He had another chance: to sell Hannibal Lecter to Mason Verger for a price he couldn't have imagined—if the suspect was really Lecter.Of course, his reputation, which was riddled with holes, was betrayed accordingly.
He has been the chief detective in the police station for many years, and coupled with his talent, he once wanted to show his talents in the profession like a hungry wolf when he was proud, but what he left was scars.It was when he caught on the sharp edge of the sword of luck and cut his hand when he was anxious and eager for success.
He had chosen this spot as a chance, because it was here that he had a brief vision of meeting God.It had made him a big hit, and then it was his bad luck.
Pazzi has a strong sense of Italian irony: what a coincidence 2 that fateful revelation appeared under this window, and the angry spirit of his ancestors may still be spinning and colliding on this wall!And his chance to change the fate of the Pazzi family forever arose in the same place.
That was while tracking down another serial murderer, II Mostro (The Devil).That event made him famous, and that experience led to this new discovery.But the outcome of the "devil" case had filled Patsy's mouth with bitterness, and he was now inclined to take that dangerous bet outside the law.
II Mostro, the devil of Florence, repeatedly attacked his lover in Tuscany for 17 years in the 80s and 90s.There are many lovers' alleys in Tuscany, and when lovers embrace in the alleys, the "devil" will attack them.He was in the habit of killing them with a small-caliber pistol, and carefully arranging them in a picture, surrounding them with flowers, with the woman showing her left breast.That picture made everyone feel strangely familiar, with a sense of déjà vu.
The "devil" also harvested organs as trophies, except once, when he attacked a pair of long-haired German gays, obviously by mistake.
Rinaldo Pazzi's former captain was forced to step down amid public pressure to catch the "devil" on the police department.Patsy took over the Detective Inspector role like a man at war with the swarm.Journalists swarmed his office at every opportunity, and photographers hid behind the police station on Zara Street, where he drove.
Anyone who traveled to Florence at that time will remember that notices were posted all over the place, with a staring eye warning lovers to beware of the "devil."
Pazzi worked like a demon.
He visited the FBI's Behavioral Sciences Division, asked for assistance in drawing the "devil," and read everything he could about the FBI's "portrait" method.
He used measures: more police than lovers were deployed in some lovers' lanes and mausoleum rendezvous.They sat in cars in pairs.There are not enough female police officers, and in Rev, male police officers were asked to wear wigs to pretend to be, and many beards were sacrificed.Patsy took the lead in shaving off his mustache.
"Devil" is careful, he will strike, but not often.
Pazzi noticed that over the years the Devil sometimes did not strike for long periods of time—with a gap of as long as 8 years.Pazzi captured this trait.He painstakingly and diligently forced every clerk he could get his hands on to help him.There was only one computer in the police station, and he grabbed his cousin's computer and used it for himself, creating a list of criminals who were in prison during all the time in northern Italy—the time when the "devil" series of murders were interrupted.There are 97 in total.
Pazzi confiscated an imprisoned bank robber's comfortable, fast old Alfa Romeo GTV rally car, drove more than 5,000 kilometers in a month, and personally met and interrogated 94 criminals.The remaining three are dead and maimed.
The crime scene was almost entirely devoid of evidence that would help him narrow down his list.No criminal bodily fluids, no fingerprints.
At a murder scene in Implanneta he found a cartridge case, a .22 Winchester-Weston rimfire cartridge with the same extractor print as a Colt semi-automatic pistol, possibly a raccoon. It's full.The bullets used in all cases were from the same .22 pistol.Suppressed bullets do not leave scratch marks, but the use of suppressed bullets cannot be ruled out.
Pazzi was, after all, a Pazzi, ambitious above all, with a lovely young wife who always opened her mouth to feed.The drudgery had worn away 12 pounds of flesh from his emaciated frame.The young police officer in the police department privately said that he resembled the character "Coyote" in the comics.
A young and capable police officer installed a transformation program in the computer of the police station, turning the three tenor singers into donkeys, pigs and goats respectively.Patsy watched for a few minutes, feeling his face alternate between the donkey and himself.
To ward off evil spirits, the windows of the police laboratory are decorated with garlic garlands.The last suspect had been seen and drained, and Patsy stood at the window looking out at the dusty courtyard, disappointed.
He thought of his new wife, her fine ankles and the hair down the back of her slender waist.He thought of how her breasts quivered and swayed when she rinsed her mouth, how she smiled when he saw him staring at her.He thought of what he was going to give her.He pictured her opening presents.He remembered his wife visually; she was fragrant and wonderful to finger, but the first thing in his memory was the visual.
He considered what image he would appear in front of his wife.Certainly not in the current image of the target of the press—the Florence police building was a former madhouse, a fact that cartoonists are taking full advantage of.
Success in Patsy's imagination came from inspiration.He had an excellent visual memory, and so, like many men whose primary faculty is sight, he supposed that inspiration came from an image, dim at first, and then gradually clear.He thinks over and over in the way most of us look for lost things, reviewing the image of that thing in his mind, comparing it with what he sees, updating it in his mind several times a minute, and observing it over and over again.
Then a political bomb appeared behind the Uffizi, grabbing public attention and sucking up Pazzi's time, taking him away from the "diabolism" case for a while.
Even while he was busy with important museum cases, the image created by "The Devil" remained in Patsy's mind.He looked at the picture of the "devil" from the corner of his eye, just like we see things in the dark.He is particularly concerned about a pair of slain lovers found in the bed of a pick-up van in Implaneta.The corpse has been carefully arranged by the "devil" and surrounded by a garland, exposing the woman's left breast.
One early afternoon, when Pazzi had just left the Uffizi Museum and was about to cross the Piazza dei VIPe, he saw a picture put up by a postcard dealer, and one of the images jumped into his eyes.
He didn't know where the thought came from, so he stopped at the place where Savonarola was burned to death, and turned to look around.The square is full of tourists crowded to and fro.A chill ran down Pazzi's back, and maybe that thought, that thing that caught his attention, was just a brain trick.He stopped and stepped back.
There it was: a poster covered in fly poo, distorted by the rain.yes draw:.The original is in the Uffizi Museum behind him; on the right is the wreathed nymph with her left breast exposed, flowers falling from her lips, and the pale Zephyr reaching out to her by the forest.
that's it.That was the image of the dead lovers on the bed in the pickup, wreathed in garlands, and the girl had flowers around her lips.Just right, right.
It was from here that the most important image Pazzi sought emerged, from the wall where his ancestors collided, suffocated and died.And that imagery was created 500 years ago by Sandro Botticelli - the same artist who once painted Francesco de' Pazzi hanged on the walls of the Bargello prison for 40 The portrait, noose and everything is complete.This source of inspiration is so wonderful that 50 Ziqi can't refuse!
He has to sit down.All the chairs are full.He had no choice but to take out the police microphone and requisition the seat of an old man.To be honest, he really didn't see his crutch until the veteran stood up on one foot in a row.
Patsy was excited for two reasons: the discovery of the imagery used by the "devil," which was a triumph3 but more importantly, he had seen one while investigating the suspect.
He doesn't brood over and search memory, he's smarter.He leaned east and west, let the memory appear by itself.He returned to the Uffizi Museum and stood in front of the original work, but it was not too long; he walked to Haymarket and touched the nose of the bronze wild boar "Little Pig"; Leaning on the front of my own dusty car, the smell of hot oil in my nose, watching the kids play soccer...
In his mind he saw first the stairs, then the landing above.The top half of the poster appeared as he went upstairs.For a second he could remember the doorframe he had entered, but not the street, not the face.
He is good at interrogating, so he entered the second level of consciousness to interrogate himself:
What did you hear when you saw that poster? . . . I heard the clang of the pot on the ground floor.What did you hear when you came to the landing?The sound of the TV, the TV in the living room.It was Robert Stack who played Elio Ness in Goriinto Kabiri.Do you smell cooking?Smelled, cooked.Still smell anything?I saw that poster—no, not what you saw, but what else you smelled.My house still smells of licorice, and the room is a little hot, but the smell is still in my nose.The smell of hot oil, coming from the branch road...Where do you go quickly along the car branch road?San Casciano.I also heard dogs barking in San Casciano.There's a burglar-rapist called Girolamo or something.
At the moment when the connection was made, at the moment when the nerve knot convulsed, the fuse of thought was ignited.That is great joy.It was the most beautiful moment of Rinaldo Pazzi's life.
An hour and a half later Pazzi had Girolamo Toca in his hands.Toka's wife throws stones at the execution team who took her husband away.
Notes: is one of his masterpieces.
Notes: is one of his masterpieces.