Chapter 48 Chapter Forty Seven

Starling slept for five hours and slept very hard. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she was awakened by a dream.She bit a corner of the sheet, and pressed her palms to her ears; she waited to see if she really woke up, if she was free from the succubus, there were no lambs screaming, there was silence.When she realized that she was awake, her heartbeat slowed down, but her feet refused to stay still under the quilt.After a while, her mind would be overwhelmed, she knew that. She found a kind of relief as a surge of rage, rather than fear, passed through her. "Bastard!" she said, sticking one foot out of the covers, into the air.

Throughout the long day, Chilton disturbed her, Senator Martin insulted her, Krendler blamed Well for leaving her, Dr. Lecter taunted her, and he escaped in human blood, and It made her sick, and Jack Crawford dissuaded her from going on, but there was one thing that hurt her most: being a thief. Senator Martin was a mother, and she was forced by Yuan Nai, and she hated the police's paws rummaging through her daughter's things.She didn't mean to accuse her like that. Even so, the accusation pierced Starling's heart like a hot needle. Starling had been taught as a child that stealing was the basest and most despicable act after rape and murder.Some crimes of manslaughter are preferable to theft.

She had spent her childhood in social charities where there were few rewards and many people were starving, and even under those circumstances she had learned to hate thieves. Lying in the dark, she confronts yet another reason: why Senator Martin's suggestion that she's a burglar bothers her so much. Starling knew what the villainous Dr. Lecter might say if he were to analyze it, but it was true; she was afraid Senator Martin saw something vulgar in her, something base, something Senator Martin responded accordingly to something similar to a thief's behavior.That son of a bitch Vanderbilt!

Dr. Lecter would relish pointing out that class indignation from repressed inferiority complexes was also a factor, an inherently buried anger.Starling hadn't divulged anything to Martin about her education, intelligence, motivation, and of course physical appearance, but the thing was there nonetheless, and she knew it. Starling was an independent member of a fierce and combative family with no official genealogy except a roll of honor and records of punishment, many of whom were dispossessed in Scotland and starved to death in Ireland. Leaving his native land, he therefore intends to go into an adventurous business.Many members of the Starling family were exhausted in this way. They dragged their feet and ran to the bottom of the dirty and narrow cave-like residence; or a bullet flew to their feet and scared them. Sliding down from the planks of the house; or, the piercing "funeral horn" blowing in the cold, everyone was going home, but they died.Some may have been called back by the officers on the night watch in a messy barracks, with tears in their eyes, like a faithful bird-hunting dog that a drunken man remembers by chance, Or those forgotten names in the (Bible).

As far as Starling could tell, none of them were very bright people, except for one great-aunt who kept a decent diary and ended up with "encephalitis." However, they are not thieves. Going to school is something that happens after arriving in the United States. As you all know, the Starling family firmly grasps this opportunity.One of Starling's uncles has his college degree engraved on his tombstone. For all those years, Starling had nowhere else to go, her life consisted of going to school, and competing in exams was her weapon. She knew she could get out of this predicament.She's always been what she's always been, and she's been what she's been since she figured out how things work: she can pretty much be at the top of her class, be admired, have her share of everything, be Candidates are chosen, not sent away.

This matter requires both hard work and caution.Her grades will be good.That North Korean can't break her in gym class.Her name will be inscribed on the large plaque in the lobby - the "Board of Hope" - for her extraordinary performance on the shooting range. In four weeks, she will be an FBI agent. In the rest of her life, does she still have to watch out for that fucking Krendler? In the Senator's presence; he wanted to wash his hands and leave her business, and Starling's heart ached every time he thought about it.In fact, he might not be able to find evidence of her stealing in that envelope, which is really outrageous!Thinking of Krendler now, she seemed to see him in navy oxfords, like the mayor—her father's boss—who had come to collect the night watchman's time clock.

To make matters worse, Jack Crawford seemed shorter in her mind.This person is under more stress than anyone right now.He sent her out to Chalaspail's car without providing official support or proof.That's fine, those conditions are what she wants—the trouble is, the investigation was lucky enough to succeed!But Crawford should have known that Senator Martin would be in trouble if he saw her in Memphis; he would still be in trouble if she hadn't found the bird pictures. Darkness was covering her now, and in the same darkness lay Catherine Baker-Martin.Thinking of some of her main interests, Starling forgot about Catherine for a moment.

Starling was wallowing in her own self-interest, yet thinking of the events of the past few days, she had been punished.Those things radiated to her body like a film, the color came suddenly, turbulent, and shocking, like lightning at night, bursting out of the darkness with a thunderbolt. Now it was Kimberly who was stalking her again.This fat Kimberly, who got her ears pierced to look good and saved up to have her legs waxed, is dead.Kimberly without her hair.Her sister Kimberly.According to Starling, Katherine Baker Martin was running out of time in Kimberly's case, and now, at heart, they were the same sisters.Kimberly lay in a funeral home full of state troopers.

Starling could no longer face that scene.She managed to turn her face away, like a swimmer turns his face to breathe. Buffalo Bill's victims were all women, and it was women that fascinated him, and he lived to hunt women, and none of them hunted him down.No female investigator had scrutinized every crime he committed. Starling wondered if Crawford would still have the guts to use Catherine Martin as a mechanic when he had to face her dead body?Bill "is going to get her hands on her tomorrow."Crawford had prophesied so, to strike at her.Start with her.Start with her. "Damn him!" Starling said, planting her feet on the floor.

"Starling, you're seducing a retard in the suburbs, aren't you?" Adeleji, said Mapp, "sneaked him in while I was asleep, and you're teaching him what to do now, aren't you?" ?—don’t think I can’t hear you.” "I'm sorry, Adeleji, I'm not—" "That's not enough for them, Starling, you have to be very specific, you can't say what you say, seducing the mentally retarded is like making news, you have to tell me what, when, where, and how. They. As for why, I think it will be self-explanatory if you go on." "Do you have anything to wash?"

"I think you mean if I have anything to wash." "Yes, I want to wash him. What do you want to wash?" "Just those sweatshirts behind the door." "Okay. Close your eyes, and I'll just turn on the light for a while." She put the laundry in the basket, and the pile of clothes on top of the clothes was not the "Fourth Amendment" notes she was about to take.Carrying the laundry basket, she walked down the corridor to the laundry room. She carried Buffalo Bill's case files, a pile four inches thick, with sin and pain stamped in red ink the color of blood under a dun-yellow cover.Along with it came her report on the dead head moth, typed out by the hotline. Tomorrow she would have to hand in the file, and sooner or later it would have to be added to her report if she wanted it to be complete.In the warm laundry, amidst the comforting chatter and chatter of the washing machine, she removed the rubber band that held the file together.She arranged the papers one by one on the clothes rack, trying to insert her report without looking at any of the photographs or thinking about what would soon be added to the mix.The map is on top, which is fine.However, there is handwriting on the map. Dr. Lecter's handsome handwriting stretches straight across the Great Lakes, and it reads: Clarice, does this haphazard distribution of locations seem excessive to you?Doesn't it seem hopelessly random?So casual that there is no chance of hope, right?Does this give you a hint of the elaborate design of a bad liar? thanks, Hannibal Lecter P.S. Don't bother to turn it over from beginning to end, nothing else. It took her another twenty minutes to flip through the pages before she was sure there was really nothing else. She went into the hallway, called the hotline from a landline, and read Lecter's message to Burroughs.She didn't know when Giles went to bed. "I've got to tell you, Starling, Lecter's information has gone way down," Burroughs said. "Did Jack call you about Billy Rubin?" "No." She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, listening to him describe Dr. Lecter's joke. "I don't know," he finally said, "Jack said they would continue to check with several hospitals that perform sex reassignment surgery, but how difficult is it? If you look at the information in the computer, see what is done in the wild. How the entries are organized for the guys who work, you can see that all the information about Lecter, whether you provide it or the Memphis stuff, has a special title. Everything Baltimore or everything The Memphis thing or all the things on both sides can be dismissed at the touch of a button. I think the DOJ just wants to get it all out of the way with the touch of a button. I have a memo here that suggests that Krause throat The worm in there is, I see, some 'floating debris'." "But you'll still hang up the software program for Mr. Crawford?" Starling said. "Of course, I'll put it on his screen, but we're not calling him right now, and neither are you. Bella just died a while ago." "Oh!" Starling said. "Look, there's a bright side to the situation. Our guys in Baltimore looked at Lecter's cell in the asylum. The orderly helped out. They found it at a bolt head in Lecter's cot. That's where he made the key to the handcuffs. Don't be discouraged, boy. You'll smell like a rose in the end." "Thank you, Mr. Burroughs. Good night." It smells like roses.Apply Vicks Liniment under the nostrils. It was slowly dawning, and this was the last day of Catherine Martin's life. What could Dr. Lecter mean? There is no way of knowing what Dr. Lecter knows.At first, when she had given him the file, she had expected that he would like the pictures, and by virtue of it, tell her all he knew about Buffalo Bill. Maybe he'd been lying to her all along, just like he'd been lying to Senator Martin.Maybe he knew nothing or nothing about Buffalo Bill. He could see very well—he must have been fucking seeing through me.It's really hard to accept that someone who doesn't wish you well can still understand you.At Starling's age, she really didn't encounter many such things. "Desperately random," Dr. Lecter said. Starling and Crawford and everyone else had stared at the map, marked with spots of kidnapping and dumping.To Starling, the map looked like a cluster of black constellations, each star marked with a date; and she knew that the Behavioral Sciences Department had tried unsuccessfully to make a circle around the map. If Dr. Lecter reads the file for entertainment, why does he play tricks on the map?She had seen him flip through the report, making fun of the prose-like writing style of several of the informants. Neither kidnapping nor body dumping has a fixed pattern, no convenient connection, no temporal connection with any known usual means of the matter, any burglary or clothesline stealing. There is no connection in time with regard to objects for sex or other criminal activities for the purpose of fetishism. Starling went back to the laundry room, where the dryer was spinning.Her fingers crawled across the map.Here is a kidnapping point, where the body is thrown, here is the second kidnapping point, and the body is thrown there.Here is the third kidnapping point, and.But are the dates arranged backwards?Or—, no, the second body was the first to be found. This fact was inscribed vaguely in ink next to the spot on the map, but unnoticed.The body of the second kidnapped woman was first found floating in the Wabash River in the Lafayette, Indiana, business district, just below Interstate 65. The first reported missing young woman was abducted in Belvedere, Ohio, near Columbus, and was not found much later in the Blackwater River, Missouri, outside Lorne Jack.Weights were added to the body.None of the other corpses had weights. The body of the first victim was sunk into the water in a remote area.The second was thrown up a river from a city where the body would no doubt be found quickly. Why? The one he started with was well hidden, the second one wasn't. Why? What does "disappointingly random" mean? First, first.What did Dr. Lecter say about the "first"?What did Dr. Lecter mean by everything? Starling flipped through the notes she had jotted down on the plane back from Memphis. Dr. Lecter said there was enough material in the file to lead to the murderer. "Easy," he said. What happened to "first"? Where is the "first"?Here - "first principles" are important. "First principles" sounded like shit to show off his knowledge when it came out of his mouth. "What's he doing, Clarice? What's the first, basic thing he's doing? What need is he killing to satisfy? He's trying to satisfy a delusion. How do we get started when we have delusion? When we are delusional, we are trying to get what we see every day." It was easier to think about Dr. Lake's statement when she felt that Dr. Lake's eyes were no longer on her skin.It's easier to do that in the safe center of Kundik. If we start our delusions with an attempt to get something we see every day, then did Buffalo Bill himself have a sense of surprise when he killed the first man?Did he just lay hands on someone close to him?Is this the reason why he handled the first corpse well and the second one badly?Is it because he kidnapped the second person far away from home, but left her where she can be found soon, because he has long wanted to make people believe that the location of the kidnapping is random and there are no rules? ? When Starling thought of the victims, Kimberly-Emberg first came to her mind, because she had seen Kimberly dead, so in a sense, she had a hand in Kimberly's affairs. Here is the first victim, Frederica Bemer, twenty-two, of Belvedere, Ohio.There are two photos.In the picture in the senior yearbook, she looked big and plain, with thick, beautiful hair and a fair complexion.In the second photo, taken at the Kansas City morgue, she looks less than human. Starling called Burroughs again.By this time his voice was a little rusty, but he was still listening. "What's the point now, Starling?" "He probably lived where the first victim lived, in Belvedere, Ohio. He probably saw her every day and kind of killed her out of nowhere. He probably just wanted to... give her something." Playing sevens and talking about the choir. So he tried to hide her body, and then he went to a place far away from home to catch another one. He didn't hide it well, so he would To be found first, so that people's attention will not be directed to him. You know how much attention people report that someone is missing, and the yelling waits for the body to be found before it calms down." "Starling, it's better to go back and look for clues when they're new, people remember better, witnesses—" "That's what I said, and he understands that." "For example, if you don't drop a policeman in the hometown of the previous victim, Kimberly Emberger of Detroit, you can't catch anything today. Ever since Martin Jr. disappeared, people suddenly Kimberly Emberger was intrigued. Then all of a sudden, they're fucking not interested in this. You never heard me say it." "Would you please mention something to Mr. Crawford about this first town?" "Of course. Well, I'll put it on the hotline for everyone to hear. I'm not saying it's a bad idea, Starling, but that woman's—what's her name? Bemel, aren't you?" ——Once Baimer's identity was found out, it would be a bit too much for the town to talk about it. The Columbus City Council checked in Belvedere, as did many local departments, and everything was there. You're not going to get much interest this morning in Belvedere or in any of Dr. Lecter's other theories." "All of his—" "Starling, we're going to give a gift to UNICEF for Bella. If you want to participate, I can put your name on the card." "Of course I do. Thanks, Mr. Burroughs." Starling pulls the laundry out of the dryer.The washed clothes are warm, comfortable to the touch, and smell good.She hugged them tightly to her chest. Her mother was holding a pile of sheets. Today is the last day of Catherine's life. Black and white crow stealing from a cart.Either she went out to pee, or she stayed in the house. "Today is the last day of Catherine's life. Her dad used year signs instead of lights when he turned onto the driveway in his pickup.She was playing in the courtyard, thinking of him waving his arms to indicate where the car was going to turn, and then commanding the car to turn in a grand manner. A few tears fell when Starling decided what she was going to do.She buried her face in the warm clothes after washing.