Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Six

Police officers Pembry and Boyle were specially transferred from Maoshan National Prison to guard Dr. Lecter. They were very experienced. They were calm and careful, and they felt that they didn't need Dr. Chilton to explain to them how to do this job. They had arrived in Memphis before Lecter, and made a detailed inspection of the cell.They also examined Dr. Lecter after he was brought into the old courthouse.While he was still bound, a male nurse searched his insides.His clothes were also thoroughly searched, with a metal detector running through all seams. Boyle and Pembry made a deal with him; and while he was being examined, they whispered in soft tones to his ear: "We can get on very well, Dr. Lecter. You treat us well. Yes, we will treat you exactly the same. Be polite and like a gentleman and you can eat purple ice cream. But we still have to make our attitude clear to you, if you want to bite, we will smooth your mouth .Looks like you're doing fine here, you don't want to make a mess, do you?"

Dr. Lecter gave them a friendly wink.If he wanted to answer, he couldn't speak, because there was a wooden brace between his upper and lower molars, and the male nurse shone a flashlight into his mouth, and then put a fingertip on his mouth. Stretch your fingers into your mouth to feel around. The metal detector beeped as it hit the cheek. "What's that?" the nurse asked. "A filling," said Pembry. "Turn his lip up that way. You've got a deep filling, aren't there a few in there, doctor?" "I feel like there's nothing left for this bird man," Boyle said privately to Pembry after they had Dr. Lecter locked up in his cell. of."

Although this cell is safe and strong, it lacks a food slide.As soon as Starling was gone, the atmosphere remained uneasy; by lunchtime, Dr. Chilton was annoying everyone; he had Boyle and Pembry repeat the long procedure, calling Dr. Lecter stood obediently against the railing, and tied the straitjacket and restraints on him. Chilton was holding a Mace tear gas injector and was ready at any time. Finally, they opened the door to release Lecter Trays of food were sent to the cells. Although Boyle and Pembry both wore name tags, Chilton refused to call them by their names, always referring to them indiscriminately as "Hey, you!"

And on the other end of the guards, when they heard that Chilton wasn't really an M.D., Boyle remarked on Pembry, saying he was "just one of the goddamn teachers in the school ". Pembry had tried to explain to Chilton that Starling's visit had not been approved by them, but by the people at the workbench downstairs, but he saw that Chilton was on fire, and it didn't matter who had approved it. At dinner Dr. Chilton did not appear.Boyle and Pember used their own methods to bring food to Dr. Lecter on a plate, and Lecter even cooperated in a daze.This method is also very good.

"Dr. Lecter, you don't have to wear your restraints for dinner tonight," said Pembry. Straighten your arms back. Let’s go. Sit down, fast! Stretch your arms back and straighten your arms.” Pembry handcuffed Dr. Lecter tightly outside the railing, with Lecter’s arms spaced A railing, and a crossbar clasped low above the arms. "It hurts a little bit, doesn't it? I know it hurts, and I'll drop it for you in a while, saving us all a lot of trouble." Dr. Lecter couldn't stand up, couldn't even squat, and his legs were stretched out on the floor in front of him, and he couldn't kick.

Pembry bound Dr. Lecter's arms before returning to the table to get the cell door key.He slipped his riot baton into the loop around his waist; pocketed a tray of Mace sprayers, and returned to his cell.He opened the door and Boyle brought in the food tray.After the door was locked, Pembry put the key back on the table again, at which point he uncuffed it and took it from Dr. Lecter's hand.As long as the doctor was free to move about in the cell, Pembry would never come near the bar with the key. "Pretty convenient, isn't it?" Pembry said. "It's very convenient, thank you, officer," Dr. Lecter said. "You know, that's what I'm trying to do."

"We're all messing around, man," Pembry said. Dr. Lecter ate his meal playfully; he was scribbling on his legal pad with a felt-tip pen.He flipped the tape in the tape player chained to the leg of the table and pressed the play button.Gren-Gould plays Bach's Goldberg Variations on the piano.Beautiful music beyond the predicament; beyond time, fills this bright cage, fills this room where the two guards sit. Dr. Lecter sat motionless at the table; for him time slowed, stretched as it pleased, as if it were moving.For him, the notes of the music flow without losing the rhythm.Even Bach's silvery fortissimo sounded to him as disjointed notes, shining brightly on the steel bars around him.Dr. Lecter stood up, dazed, as he watched the paper napkin slip from his lap and float to the floor.The paper napkin floated in the air for a long time, it brushed against the legs of the table, floated flat, fell sideways, slowed down, turned over, and finally landed on the steel floor to stop.Instead of bothering to pick it up, he walked leisurely across the cell, to the back of the paper screen, and sat down on the toilet lid; it was the only place he had privacy.He was listening to the music, leaning against the sink next to him, resting his chin on one hand, his strange maroon eyes half-closed. The structure of the Goldberg Variations amused him.No, here it is again, the bass part of the saraband dance moves forward over and over again.He nodded to the music, moving his tongue along the edge of his teeth, making a full circle at the top and a full circle at the bottom.It was a long and interesting excursion for his tongue, a pleasant walk in the Alps.

Then his tongue began to move over the gums again.He stuck his tongue high up into the space between his cheek and his gums, circling it slowly the way some men chew food.His gums are cooler than his tongue.It's cool in the upper void.When his tongue reached the tiny metal tube, it stopped. Across the music, he heard the elevator clank, and then began to go up with a whoosh.After many notes passed, the elevator door opened, and an unfamiliar voice said, "I'm going to collect the dishes." Dr. Lecter heard the smaller one approaching.It was Pembry, who could be seen through the gap between the screens.Pembry stood at the rail.

"Dr. Lecter, come and sit on the floor with your back against the railing, as we did before." "Officer Pembry, please wait a moment, I'll be done here in a while, okay? I'm afraid I have something wrong with my digestive system along the way." It took him a long time to say this. "Okay." Pembry called to the far side of the room, "We'll call you up when the plates are in." "Can I see him?" "We'll call you." There was the sound of the elevator again, and after that there was only music. Dr. Lecter removed the tube from his mouth and wiped it dry with toilet paper.His hands were steady, and there was no sweat in his palms.

During his many years in captivity, Dr. Lecter, with his insatiable curiosity, learned many of the prison's secret tricks.In all the years since he tore the nurse apart at the Baltimore Mental Asylum, the security around him had only had two minor lapses, and both were days when Guinee wasn't on duty.Once a psychiatrist lent him a ballpoint pen and then forgot.Before the man left the ward, Dr. Lecter broke off the plastic pen holder of the ballpoint pen, threw it into a horse orange and rinsed it away, and the metal tube storing the ink was caught in the seam on the edge of the mattress.

In his cell in the asylum; the only thing with a sharp edge was a small metal disc wrapped around the head of a pin that fastened his bed to the wall.This is enough.It took Dr. Lecter two months to grind out the two incisions he needed; the two incisions ran parallel to each other and ran a quarter of an inch down the open end of the ink tube.Then he cut the tube into two pieces an inch from the opening of the ink tube, and threw the longer, pointed piece down the toilet to flush.After so many nights of grinding, calluses appeared on his fingers, but Barney didn't notice. Six months later, an orderly had left a large paper clip on some papers that Dr. Lecter's lawyer had given him.An inch of the wire clip went into the ink tube and the rest was flushed down the toilet.The small ink tube is light and short, and can easily be hidden in the seams of clothes, in the space between the cheeks and gums, and in the rectum. Now, behind the paper screen, Dr. Lecter tapped the little metal tube on the top of one of his thumbnails; until he picked out the length of wire inside.This steel wire is used for making tools, and the next part of the work can be troublesome.Dr. Lecter inserted half of the wire into the small metal tube and used it as a lever, bending the slender strip of metal between the two cuts with great care.Sometimes the sled breaks down.Carefully, with his strong hands, he bent the piece of metal over.It's about to succeed.It's finally done!The tiny piece of metal formed a suitable angle with the ink tube, and at this moment, he had a key to open the handcuffs. Dr. Lecter put his hands behind his back and moved the key back and forth fifteen times.He put the key back in his mouth, washed his hands, and dried them meticulously.Then, with his tongue, he hid the key between the fingers of his right hand; he knew that if he put his strange left hand behind his back, Pembry would look at it carefully. "If you're ready I'm ready, Officer Pembry," said Dr. Lecter. He sat down on the floor of the cell, arms stretched back, hands and wrists out through the bars. "Thank you wait for me. "It sounded like a long sentence, but it was softened by the music. He heard Pembry now behind him.Pembry felt one of his wrists to see if it had been soaped.Pembry felt his other wrist to see if it had been soaped.Pembry fastened the handcuffs on him tightly.He walked back to the table to get the key to the cell.Over the sound of the piano, Dr. Lecter heard Pembry take out the key ring from the desk drawer with a bang.Now he was walking back, across the notes, separating the crystalline notes that filled the air.This time, Boyle came back with him.Dr. Lecter could hear the hollow footsteps they left behind as the music echoed. Pembry checked the handcuffs again.Dr. Lecter could smell Pembry's breath behind him.Pembry unlocked the cell and pushed the door open.Boyle went into the cell.Dr. Lecter turned his head. To him, the cell seemed to be moving slowly, and all the concrete things were so clear and wonderful--the bits and pieces that Boyle left on the table for dinner. Pack it up on a plate, muttering annoyed words about the mess.A tape was spinning in the tape player, and next to the table leg chained to the floor was the paper napkin.Out of the corner of Dr. Lecter's eye, he looked through the railing and saw the back of Pembry's knee, and saw him standing outside the cell with his hand on the door.The tip of the riot baton hangs from a belt. Dr. Lecter reached for the keyhole on the left handcuff, inserted the key, and turned it.He felt the springs of the handcuffs loosen around his wrists.He shifted the key to his left hand, felt the keyhole, inserted the key, and turned it again. Boyle bent down to pick up the paper napkins on the floor.Quick as a snapping turtle, the handcuff snaps onto one of Boyle's wrists; he rolls his eyes at Lecter as the other half of the handcuff locks onto the stationary table leg.Dr. Lecter was on his feet now, and he lunged for the door. Pembry tried to come out from behind it, but Lecter pushed the iron door hard against him with one shoulder, and Pembry Leigh reached for the Mace sprayer strapped to his belt, but the door squeezed his arm against his body.Lecter grabbed the long end of the riot baton and swung it upwards, twisting Pembry's belt tightly around him in a lever-like twist, and then slammed Pembry's throat with his arm. , and bit down on Pembry's face with his teeth.Pembry managed to grab Lecter with his hands, but the nose and upper lip were caught between teeth that would tear everything apart.Lecter shook his head like a dog trying to kill a rat, and he pulled the riot baton from Pembry's belt.In the cell, Boyle was howling now, sitting on the floor, frantically fumbling for the handcuff key in his pocket, finding it, dropping it, finding it again.Lecter smashed the end of his baton into Pembry's stomach and throat, and Pembry fell to his knees.Boyle howled as he slipped the key into one of the keyholes of the handcuffs as Lecter walked towards him.Lecter picked up the Mace tear gas injector and sprayed Boyle dumbfounded; while he was panting heavily, he raised his baton and cracked twice.Boyle tried to get under the table, but was blinded by the mace gas, and climbed in the wrong direction, so that five unmistakable blows would kill him without much trouble. Pembry struggled to sit up, screaming.Lecter looked at him up and down, his face was red with blood, he was smiling, and if you're ready I'm ready, Officer Pembry.He said. When the baton swung round and flattened, Pembuko's head was punched with a dent.His body trembled, like a fish beaten to death with a stick, and he fell stiffly During this period of practice, Dr. Lecter's pulse rose to more than 100, but it quickly slowed down and returned to normal.He turned off the music and listened for any movement. He went to the landing and listened again.He dug into Pembry's pocket, found the key to the table, and opened all the drawers.In the bottom drawer were Boyle's and Pembry's duty weapons, two . 38 Specialty revolvers.Even better, in Boyle's pocket, he also found a pocket knife.