Licentiousness and vulgarity are constantly laid out before us, and we are blind to them, so it will be instructive for us to look at what we still find evil.Our subdued consciousness has been weakened into a disease, and what else can give it enough stimulation to attract our attention?
In Florence, this thing is a thing called the Torture Exhibition.It was at this exhibition that Rinaldo Pazzi met Dr. Fell for the second time.
This exhibition exhibited more than 20 classical torture instruments, with detailed explanations, located in the gloomy castle viewing platform.It was the castle of the Medici family in the 16th century, defending the southern walls of Florence.The number of people who visited the fair was unexpected; excitement was jumping like trout in the crotch of the public.
The cruel torture exhibition was originally scheduled to last for one month, but it lasted for six months. Its appeal is no less than that of the Uffizi Gallery, and it surpasses the Pitti Palace Museum.
The two promoters, formerly down-and-out taxidermists who used to live off the guts of the animals they skinned, are now millionaires wearing formal tuxedos and taking exhibits across Europe Touring exhibitions, all the way to the spring breeze.
Most of the visitors come in pairs from all over Europe.They spend a long time queuing, marching among the pain-making machines, and read in one of the four languages the history and use of the torture tools in detail.et al.'s illustrations are matched with the diary at that time, which inspires the visitors to understand the details such as car cracks.
A sign says this in English:
Exhibits of brutal instruments of torture always impress anyone with an appreciation for the brutal.But the essence of the ugliest things, the ugliness of the human spirit is not there or on the sharp edge; the fundamental ugliness is actually on the face of the audience.
In the twilight of this great stone chamber stood Dr. Fair, beneath the illuminated cages of the tortured.He held the glasses in his scarred hand, one temple touching his lips.He watched the people file by, and his heart was filled with ecstasy.He is a connoisseur of facial expressions.
Rinaldo Pazzi saw him there.
Patsy was on his second indecent mission of the day.Instead of eating with his wife, he wriggled through the crowd to post new warnings to lovers of a Florentine "devil" he hadn't caught.Such a warning poster stood out above his desk, where his new boss had posted it, alongside bounty posters from around the world.
The two taxidermists who co-monitored the box office, while happy to add a touch of contemporary horror to their exhibition, asked Patsy to post it himself, since neither seemed to want the other to collect the money alone.A few locals recognized Patsy and booed him from behind the crowd.
Patsy stuck thumbtacks into the corners of the blue poster, fastened it to the bulletin board at the exit, and turned on a picture light above it, where it was most noticeable.The poster shows a staring eye.Patsy watched couples leave.He could see that many couples were in love, rubbing each other in the crowd at the exit.He didn't want to see that kind of picture again, and he didn't want to see blood and flowers again.
Patsy did want to talk to Dr. Fell.It is very close to the Caponi Kew House, so it is very convenient to retrieve the missing curator's things.But by the time Patsy left the bulletin board, the doctor had disappeared, but he was not among the crowd at the exit.There is only the stone wall under the starvation cage where he stood.Inside the hanging cage was a skeleton, curled up like an embryo, still begging for food.
Patsy was sulking.He squeezed his way out of the crowd, but he still couldn't find the doctor.
The guard at the exit recognized Pazzi, and saw him cross the rope boundary to leave the path and walk towards the dark land of the castle viewing platform, but he didn't say a word.Pazzi climbed to the side of the battlements and looked north across the Arno.Old Florence was at his feet, with the lofty dome of the cathedral rising in daylight and the towers of Palazzo Vecchio.
Patsy became a very old soul, and the absurd circumstances were a fork on which to twist him.His city mocked him.
The U.S. FBI also grabbed the knife stuck in his back and gave it one last shot.The FBI said in their publication that the "devil" they portrayed was nothing like the man Pazzi had arrested. The "National" added: Pazzi "fabricated charges and sent Toca to prison."
The last time Patsy hung the blue "Devil" poster was in America; it was a proud trophy he hung on the wall of the Behavioral Science Division, and signed underneath as required by the FBI agents .They knew everything about him, admired him, invited him.He and his wife once visited the beaches of Maryland.
Now he stood on the edge of the battlements, overlooking his ancient city, smelling the salt air of the Chesapeake Bay in the distance, and seeing his wife on the beach in new white sneakers.
There was a view of Florence in the Behavioral Sciences Unit at Quantico, which was shown to him as a rarity.The scenery in the picture is the same as what he sees now.Looking down on Florence from the viewing platform, that is the best view, but there is no color.No, it was a pencil drawing with charcoal shading.That painting is on the background of a photo.The photo shows Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the American serial murderer, Hannibal the Cannibal.Lecter drew Florence from memory, which hung in his cell in the asylum.The cell was as gloomy as this one.
When did Patsy get that burgeoning idea?Two images, the real Florence lying in front of his eyes, and the Florence painted in his memory, which appeared a few minutes ago when he pinned up the poster of "The Devil".On the wall of his own office there is a poster of Mason Verger arresting Hannibal Lecter, with a huge reward and instructions:
Dr. Fair held the glasses in his scarred hand, close to his lips.
The detailed depiction of this scene on the wall of Hannibal Lecter's cell.
This thought came to Pazzi when he leaned over the city of Florence below him?Or from the deep darkness of the sky above the lights?Why does it come with the smell of Chesapeake salty wind?
Strangely for this man of sight, the connection came with a voice.It was the sound a drop of water made as it fell into a deeper and deeper pool.
Hannibal Lecter fled to Florence.
despair!
Hannibal Lecter is Dr. Fell.
Rinaldo Pazzi's inner voice told him that he might have gone mad in the cage of his pain, that his mad heart might have made him crush his teeth on the iron bars like hunger The skeletal figure in the cage.
He could not remember his actions, but he found himself at the Renaissance Gate—the way from the observation deck to the steep bank of the St. George's.A narrow street descends steeply and winds for less than half a mile towards the heart of Florence's old town.His steps seemed to lead him unconsciously down the steep cobbled road, faster than he wished.He kept looking ahead, looking for the man named Dr. Fell, because that was the way he was going home.In the middle of the walk, he turned into the bank of the Scapucha River, and walked all the way downhill to the Poets Street by the river, approaching the Capone Mansion, which was already the home of Dr. Fell.
Pazzi finished the descent, panting, and found a dark place with street lights behind the door of an apartment across the street from the mansion.If someone came, he could turn around and pretend to ring the doorbell.
There were no lights in the mansion.Patsy could see the red light of a surveillance camera above the huge double doors.He wasn't sure if it was filmed day and night or if someone rang a bell.The camera was so far behind the sheltered entrance that Patsy didn't think it could capture the street frontage.
He listened carefully to his breathing and waited for half an hour, but the doctor did not come back.Maybe he didn't turn on the light inside!
The street was empty, and Patsy hurried across it, standing against the wall.
There were voices in the room, very, very faintly' Patsy pressed his head against the cold window lattice and listened.It is a keyboard instrument, Bach's "Goldberg Variations", played very beautifully.Patsy had to wait, hide, think.Don't startle the snake too early.He had to decide what to do first, he didn't want to be a fool anymore.His nose was the last thing to disappear as he retreated into the shadows across the street.
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