Chapter 3 2

He is listening to music. I'm not listening, it's the music that just happened to play.That's all. music?hehe.Ron.Sellitto grumbled that he had just walked into Lincoln.Lyme's bedroom.What a coincidence. He has recently taken a sudden interest in jazz.Thomas told the beer-bellied detective: "Honestly, it took me by surprise. I said it, Lincoln.Rhyme still said in a temper: I was working, and the sound just played the melody and became the background music.What did you mean by that?coincide? Wearing a white shirt, brown trousers, and a purple tie, Thomas glanced at the LCD screen in front of Rhyme's bed and said, "No, he's not working at all, unless you say spend an hour staring at it." The same page also counts as work.However, he would not let me do this kind of work.

command, turn the page.The computer recognized Rhyme's voice and immediately accepted the instruction, turning the page of the Journal of Criminal Science on the screen.Rhyme still said to Thomas stubbornly: Okay, otherwise, you can test my article and ask me about the contents of the five highly toxic substances recently found in terrorist laboratories in Europe?Do you dare to bet me with money? No, we have other things to do.Nurse Thomas replied, meaning to take care of Lyme's body.Like Lincoln.A quadriplegic like Lyme must be assisted by a caregiver to perform a variety of different bodily functions throughout the day.

Just wait a little longer.Rhyme, who is a forensic expert, said that the background music at this time happened to be a dynamic jazz horn solo. No, we have to do it now.Ron, sorry to have to keep you waiting. no problem.Said the fat, scruffy Sellitto, walking out of Rhyme's second-floor bedroom in a single-family home on Central Park West, and closing the door softly. Lincoln.Rhyme listened to the music and asked Thomas to perform his daily routine of bodily functions skillfully, but wondered what Sellitto said just now: Coincidence? Five minutes later, Thomas opened the door to let Sellitto in.do you want coffee?

OK, let's have a drink.Damn, it's Saturday, and I got up early in the morning to work. The nurse left the bedroom. Lincoln, how do I look?The middle-aged police detective, at the same time in Lincoln.Rhyme turned around in front of him.He still wears the gray suit that has become his signature, and it seems to be made of a material that will never be crumpled. Are you doing a fashion show?Rhyme asked. What is the coincidence? Then his mind drifted back to the CD.How is it possible for a man to blow his horn so softly?How could a musical instrument made of metal make such a sound?

The detective said: "I lost seven kilos and it was Rachel who told me to lose it.Fat is the biggest problem. As long as you control the fat, you will be surprised to find that you can lose so many kilograms. Fat, yes, everyone knows that.Ron, you and he mean to get him to the point quickly. There is a strange case.Half an hour ago, a body was found in a music school not far from here.I'm in charge of this case, so I'm here to ask for your help. music school.And I happened to be listening to music.What kind of shit coincidence. Sellitto described the case.A student was killed, and the suspect didn't have time to leave the scene and was almost arrested, but then he left through some secret door and no one could find him.

Music is mathematical, as Lym, a scientist, knows.The music is logical and has a perfect structure.At the same time, he also believes that music is endless.The number of tunes that can be notated is infinite, and for music writers, it will never be boring.He also wanted to know how a person can create music.Rhyme was well aware that he was not very creative, and although he had taken piano lessons when he was eleven or twelve and had a crush on Miss Blakely who taught the piano, the piano lessons themselves were a mess.One of his fondest memories of this instrument is that at a science fair, he used the resonating strings of the piano as a vibrator and took a stroboscopic photo.

Are you listening to me, Lincoln? There is a case, as you said just now, it is a strange case. Sellitto gave some more details, which gradually attracted Rhyme's attention.There must be another exit there, but neither the school people nor our police officers can find it, and they don't know how the criminals escaped. How is the scene? It's complete and locked up.Could Emilia come over and have a look? Rhyme glanced at the clock.She must be busy for at least another twenty minutes or so. no problem.Sellitto said, patting his belly, as if looking for his lost weight.I'll hit her pager.

Leave her alone for now. Why?what is she doing? Oh, of course a dangerous thing, Rhyme said, returning his attention to the soft, smooth trumpet solo.what else? Her face was pressed against the brick wall of the poor apartment, smelling a damp brick smell. Her palms were sweaty, and her scalp itched uncomfortably under the light gray cap and fiery red hair.She remained completely still when a uniformed officer sneaked up to her and pressed his face against the brick wall as she did. Well, what happened now is that the man said, turned his head to their right.He explained that there was an open space at the corner in front of the poor apartment, and the gangster's car was parked in the open space.Minutes earlier, after a high-speed chase, the assailants had come here by car and parked in an open lot.

Is that car still open?Emilia.Sachs asked. can't.It hit a junk car and couldn't move.There were three gangsters in total, two escaped from the car and we caught one.One of the gangsters was still in the car with some sort of long-barreled shotgun, and he had shot and wounded one of our patrolmen. is it serious? It's just a flesh wound. She asked again: Where is the gangster who ran away? The constable sighed.Damn, this guy ran into the first floor of this house.He nodded towards the poor apartment next to them.Now it's gangsters trapped situation.He took a hostage a pregnant woman.

Sachs digested the messages while shifting her weight to the other foot to ease the pain of an inflamed knee.Damn, it really hurts.She glanced at the name tag on the policeman's chest.Wiggins, what weapon did the hostage-taker have? Pistol, make and model unknown. Where are our people? The young officer points to the back of the clearing, where two officers are hiding behind a wall.There are two others directly in front of the house. Has the emergency response team been called for support? have no idea.When the gangsters shot just now, my radio accidentally dropped. Are you wearing body armor?

No.I used to be on traffic duty, now what the hell are we going to do? She switched on her Motorola walkie-talkie and tuned to a specific channel.Police officer No. 5885 of the crime scene forensics team called the service command center. after a little while.I am Captain No. 74, please tell me. At 10:15, in the open space east of 605 Delancey Street, a police officer was injured and needed support. Please dispatch the emergency medical team and response team.There were two gangsters, both armed, and one was among the hostages.We also need negotiators. Got it, number 5885.Need Helicopter Surveillance? No, number seventy-four.A gangster holds a powerful gun, and the helicopter may become a target. Support will arrive as soon as possible.But now the Secret Service has sealed off half of downtown because the Vice President is coming in from Kennedy Airport.The support unit may delay a little time, please use your personal judgment to control the situation for the time being.complete. Got it, it's over. Vice President, she thought, don't think I'll vote for you next time. Wiggins shook his head and said: Negotiators can't get close to this apartment at all, don't forget that there is a gangster in the car outside. That's up to me.Sachs replied. Sachs moved slowly to the corner of the apartment, aiming at the car in the clearing.It was a cheap low-riding car. The front of the car crashed into a garbage truck. A few doors were open, and the skinny man with a long gun could be seen in the car at a glance. I'll handle it She shouted: In the car, you are surrounded.If you don't put the gun down again, we'll start firing right away.hurry up!He turned sharply and aimed his spear in her direction.She immediately lowered herself and crouched behind the cover.She picked up the radio and called the two officers who were hiding behind the wall behind the clearing.Are there any hostages in the car? No. you sure? totally sure.The policeman replied.We all saw it clearly before he shot just now. good.Do you have a way to shoot there? Maybe through the door. No, don't shoot blindly.Move to find a good spot, but make sure you're under cover all the way. receive. She saw the two men move to a side position.After a while, one of the police officers said: I have reached the shooting position, now I want to shoot? Stand by first.After she finished speaking, she yelled again: "The one in the car, the one with the long gun, you still have ten seconds, and we will shoot when the time is up."Drop your weapons, did you hear what I said?After finishing speaking, she said it again in Spanish. fuck you. She knew he heard what she said. Ten seconds later, she yelled: "Start the countdown." Then she radioed the two officers: Give him twenty seconds before you can shoot. At the end of ten seconds, the man in the car dropped the gun and stood up, raising his hands above his head.don't shoot!don't shoot! You straighten your hands and walk to the corner over here.As long as you dare to lower your hand even a little bit, you will be shot immediately. When the gangster reached the corner of the room, Wiggins immediately handcuffed him and searched him.Sachs bent down and said to the arrested gangster: Who is the guy inside? why did i tell you Of course you have to tell me.Because if we kill him we're going to do it right away, and you'll be charged with murder.You say, is this man worth your forty-five years in Ossining Prison? The man sighed. Go ahead, she snapped: name, address, family status, what he likes to eat for dinner, what's his mother's name, whether he has any relatives living nearby, you can tell anything, I dare say, it will definitely help him help. The man started talking, and Sachs took out a pen and paper and jotted down the main points. There is a call on the radio.Hostage negotiators and emergency response teams have arrived right in front of the apartment building.Sachs handed Wiggins the note he had just written.You take this note to the negotiator. Then, she read the legal rights to the subdued gunman, thinking at the same time: Is the way of dealing with the scene just now the most ideal?Was she needlessly putting the lives of her colleagues at risk?Shouldn't she have checked the wounded police officer first? Five minutes later the captain of the duty came from around the corner.He smiled and said: The gangsters have released the woman and no one was injured.We caught three criminals in total, and the policewoman's injury was not serious, just a little scratch. A blond policewoman in a cap came to join them.Hey, look, we got a little prize too.She held up two bags, one of which was filled with white powder, the other contained pipe pipes and some drug paraphernalia. The captain inspected the two packages and nodded approvingly.But Sachs asked: Is this something in their car? No, I found it in another car across the street.The owner of the car was a witness and I was going to ask him something, but he was sweating and looking nervous when he saw me, so I searched his car. Where is that car parked?Sachs asked again. in his own garage. Have you applied for a search ticket? No.As I said, it was because he looked sneaky that I noticed the bags in his car.This is valid reason. wrong.Sachs shook his head and said: This is an illegal search. illegal?We also stopped a speeding car last week, and saw a kilogram of marijuana in the back seat of that person's car.At that time we arrested him immediately, no problem at all. This time is different from being on the street.There is less privacy required when a vehicle is on the road, and arrests and searches can be made as long as you have a valid reason.However, when the vehicle is parked on private property, even if you see drugs, you must first apply for a search ticket. This is outrageous.The policewoman argued that he had ten ounces of pure cocaine in his car, and he was a drug dealer at all.It would take months for the narcotics squad to wire and wire to catch a guy like him. The captain on duty said to Sachs: Are you sure you are right? Sure. So what do we do now? Sachs said: Confiscate the drugs, warn the suspect before letting him go, and then turn over his license plate number and information to the narcotics squad.Then she looked at the blond policewoman and said: As for you, you better take another law course on search and arrest.The blond policewoman seemed to have something to say, but Sachs had already turned her attention away.She looked across the clearing, at the gangster's cheap car that had crashed into the junk truck.She narrowed her eyes and looked carefully. Officer, your captain also spoke. But she ignored him and said to Wiggins: You said there were three criminals in total? That's right. how do you know? This is what the owner of the jewelry store they robbed said. Immediately she drew her Garak and leaped into the clearing.You look at that car!she snapped. God.Wiggins murmured. All four doors of the car were open.Apparently there were at least four criminals who rushed out of the car. She squatted, her eyes swept across the clearing, and then she raised her pistol and pointed at the only possible hiding place near the clearing: a dead-end street behind the garbage truck. have weapons!She yelled, almost as soon as she saw the figure. Everyone in the vicinity crouched, and a burly man in a T-shirt with a shotgun rushed out of the open space and into the street. As soon as the gangster left the hideout, Sachs aimed his Garak at the man's chest.lay down your weapon!She ordered him.He hesitated, smiled, and turned his shotgun toward the group of officers. Immediately she pushed the Garak forward.At the same time, she said in a cheerful voice: Bang, bang I shot you.The man with the shotgun stopped and laughed.He shook his head several times, expressing his admiration to Sachs.That's awesome, I thought I lied to you.He slung his gun over his shoulder and walked towards the group of policemen hiding next to the poor apartment.The gangster who was sitting in the car just now turned around at this time, so that Wiggins could release the handcuffs that held him. The previous hostage had been posed by a Latino policewoman who was not pregnant at all and was a friend of Sachs' for years.She also came over and patted Sachs on the back.Well done Emilia, you saved my life.Although Sachs was quite pleased with her performance, she still maintained a serious expression, like a student who has just passed some important exam. In fact, the whole incident that happened just now was indeed a very important exam. Emilia.Sachs is pursuing a new goal.Her father, Herman, was also a policeman, a patrolman on duty and had been on the patrol all his life.Sachs was in his class now, and might stay there for a few more years before she was transferred back to the Bureau to advance.After 9/11, however, she set out to do more for the city.So she applied to take the reconnaissance team sergeant promotion exam. No other law enforcement organization has to deal with the crime challenges of this metropolis like the NYPD's Criminal Detectives.The criminal investigation team was established in the 1880s, the first captain was Thomas.Burns is known as a tenacious and clever detective.Burns possessed several crime-fighting weapons, including intimidation, tenacity, and extraordinary reasoning abilities. He once broke a gangster ring by tracing the source of a tiny fiber dropped on a ribbon at a crime scene.Under the strong leadership of Burns, all the detectives in the investigation team have become mythical and heroic figures. Just like the sheriff who bravely ventured into the westernized land, they miraculously reduced the crime in New York City. Behavior. HermanSachs has always liked to collect memorabilia related to the police, and not long before his death, he gave his most beloved treasure to his daughter a notebook that Burns used when investigating crimes.When Sachs was a child, whenever her mother wasn't around, her father would pull out the notebook whenever he could, read a few pages aloud in legible handwriting, and then make up a story with her. □□□ October 12, 1883.Found another leg!In a coal box in Five Points.I really hope I can get Carton immediately.Confessions of Williams. □□□ Despite the Detective Squad's prestige (and its high pay), oddly enough, women seem to have a particularly high chance of advancement in the Detective Unit compared to other NYPD units.Ruo Thomas.Burns is a representative figure of male investigators, so Mary.Sanli can be said to be a model of female investigators!She is one of Sachs' most admired heroes.Mary.Thornley was a tough and unyielding policeman who was in the police circle in the 1930s.She once said: If you have a gun, use it well.She didn't just say this sentence, she often kept it in mind when handling cases.She fought crime in Midtown for many years before finally retiring as a detective of the highest rank. In any case, Sachs doesn't just want to be a detective.Being a police detective is just a job, and she also wants to have an official rank.The New York City Police Department is the same as all police circles. If a grassroots police officer wants to be promoted to a detective, he must first accumulate merit and seniority.To become a police officer, one must pass three difficult tests: a written test, an oral test, and an actual combat assessment test to simulate the situation to test the testee's emergency management skills and organizational communication skills in a crossfire situation.And that's the test Sachs just passed. The captain just now looked a bit like the movie star Lawrence.Fishburne, a mild-mannered veteran of the police force, was the examiner for the test and was responsible for scoring Sachs' performance throughout the test. Well, officer, he said: We'll write up a report of the test results and attach it to your audit file.However, I can let you in on something informally.He glanced at the notebook in his hand.Your threat assessment to your fellow citizens and police officers was spot on and your call for support was well timed.Your deployment of manpower makes it impossible for the gangster to escape from the pinning situation, and also minimizes the danger of your colleagues being exposed to the enemy's fire.You are right to insist on legal search.In addition, you will ask relevant information from the suspects who have been arrested and give it to negotiators for reference, which is quite a good practice.We didn't include this in the quiz originally, but will do so in the future.Finally, frankly, we never thought you'd find a fourth guy hiding at the scene, and the original plan was for him to show up and shoot Officer Wiggins as a test Your ability to simultaneously rescue fellow officers and organize the arrest of felony suspects. He ended the official language, smiled and said: You actually shot the bastard. Bang, bang. He then asked again: Have you finished the written and oral exams? Yes, sir, the results should be out soon. My department will also complete the evaluation report immediately and send it to the review committee for reference.Now you can disband. Yes, sir. At this moment, the policeman who played the role of the last gangster (the one with the shotgun) just came over.He was a handsome man with the muscles of a boxer.She guessed that this person might be an Italian who had lived in the Brooklyn docks for half a generation.The man had a short black mustache on his chin and cheeks, and a large caliber chrome pistol stuck in his handsome ass.There was such confidence in his smile that Sachs wondered if the guy might use that shiny pistol as a mirror to shave.I have something to tell you, I've done more than a dozen assessment tests, and I haven't seen anyone better than you, baby. The last three words made her laugh out in surprise.Whether in the patrol force or the police headquarters, there are still many rude men, but these men usually deliberately condescend, and rarely utter sexist words openly like him.Sachs hadn't heard words like baby or sweetheart from a male police officer for at least a year. If you don't mind, please call me Police Officer. No, no, no, he said with a smile: the test is over, you don't have to be so tense. What's the difference? When I say baby, it means that this is no longer the content of the test, you don't need to know it, and then speak with the attitude of being on duty.The reason I came to talk to you is because you moved me deeply.Also, because you really are what you know.He looked into her eyes and grinned, his charm shining like the pistol at his waist.I don't often praise people. What comes out of my mouth must be worth saying. Because you really are what you know. Hey, you don't think too much, do you? No, but you can still call me the policeman.That's what you call me, and that's what I'll call you. At least in your face. Hey, I don't mean to offend you.You're so pretty and I'm a man, you know that's the way it is So be it.She replied and turned to leave. He hurriedly stepped forward to block her, frowning.Hey, wait, this is not good, is it?How about I buy you a beer?As long as you know me better, you will definitely like me as a person. Don't expect too much.One of his companions laughed loudly nearby. The baby-faced man also smiled and gave him the middle finger, then turned to face Sachs. At this moment, the beeper on her body rang.She looked down and saw Lincoln on the screen.Lime's phone number, followed by the word urgent. I have to go.she says. Don't have time for a beer?he asked, his handsome face pursed. Do not have time. Well, how about leaving a call? She made the shape of a pistol with her forefinger and thumb, and aimed it at him.Bang, bang.After speaking, she strode towards her yellow Camaro sports car.