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Hours passed and nothing happened.The bed in the cell was hard, and she only slept fitfully for a while.There is a long sleep, like a restless semi-conscious state, with disturbing dreams, slow motion, being chased by invisible enemies, and desperately trying to escape. The police gave her something to eat, but no one told her what the police were waiting for.She was too tired to ask.The fear in her heart was better than being in a cell, just lying there, not having to take all the responsibility, was actually quite beautiful.She tried her best, really tried her best, but no one told the truth.But she failed, and now the only thing she can do is accept her failure.They won, she lost.

That's the way it is. Later that afternoon, RogerLarsson came to see her, and he told her they were waiting for news from Stockholm's National Crime Agency.For this, she was speechless.Seems like she's seen as a hardened criminal, poor little Winmobile police force can't solve her problem and an elite team of police is coming to the rescue. You have the right to seek the help of a lawyer. I did nothing wrong. He shrugged and walked to the door.I think you'd better change your tone. He then left her alone in the cell. After a while, a man in his fifties came to visit her. He looked a little agitated, either frightened or under great pressure, and slammed his briefcase on the table in the cell.

My name is Kejieer.Kjell Bergstrom. She sat up, but her face was contorted in pain, and her broken ribs told her it was best to stay on her back. Until further notice, I am your legal counsel.They may send you to Stockholm on short notice, where they will find another person to assist you.Your father passed away, did you know the news? She froze.What did you say? Kejieer.Bergstrom took a piece of paper from his briefcase. This is a fax that just came in from one of Vetlanda's colleagues who heard about your arrest. She immediately replied: I didn't do it. He no longer appeared so busy and efficient, but for the first time had his eyes on Sibylla.

It was a heart attack. It happened two years ago. heart disease.Sibylla tried to imagine what that felt like, Henry.Folsenstrom, who had been dead for two years, seemed to have had no effect on her, as far as she was concerned, he had died a long time ago. my friend christ.Krister Ek was the executor, he was very nice, he told me about your mother, Beatrice.Folsenstrom believes that you have been dead for several years.When your father died, she requested that you be declared dead, and when you appeared on the news and were wanted by the police, that application was just going to take effect.

Sybylla knew she was smiling, her mouth moved upwards involuntarily, even for no real reason. She thinks I'm dead, doesn't she?So that's why she's been sending me fifteen hundred crowns a month for fifteen years?Send money to this dead man? This time it was Kejieer's turn.Bergstrom was surprised. she really do this? It didn't stop until last week. Unusual, quite.unusual. yes! Bergstrom studied the fax in his hand again. As you must know, your father has considerable assets, and by law his estate must be divided equally between his spouse and any immediate children. Based on this fact, it is difficult to deny that your mother is trying to take your share property.

Sybylla wanted to laugh, something was breaking inside her, crushed by the need to let out, she wanted to control herself, put her face in her hands, let the silent laughter shake her body. I know it must be hard for you to take this news. Sybylla peered at him through her fingers.So, he thought she was crying, poor man, and he stood there, totally clueless about how to deal with a serial killer crying over his father's death, which made her want to laugh again.Her ribs ached so badly that tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt them coming, so she pulled herself together and took off her hands.

He thought it best to try to comfort her. You don't have to worry, the law is on your side. This is outrageous!She couldn't control herself, new laughter came up again, she made a humming sound, and put her hands on her sides to ease the pain in her chest. The law is on her side! She's just become a millionaire, but she's going straight to prison to serve her life for four brutal murders she didn't commit. Presumably God is happy with his handicraft, that is, if God sees it the way she sees it.God and Ingmar can now relax and live happily ever after, with only occasional recaps of their successful productions.

At this time, the laughter gradually died down, just like the laughter suddenly appeared, and what was left was only a big hole in my heart. He watched her anxiously. what do you think She looked up at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks. How does she feel?Fucking shit, everything is fucking shit. She lay down again, with her back to him.He walked to the door, knocked on the door, and wanted to go out.He left for a few minutes, then she heard the door open and he came back. I will stay with you now, the police will come to take you for further investigation soon. The police did not take long to arrive.When she got up, a pained expression appeared on her face, and Bergstrom had been watching her carefully.

Are you in pain? She nodded. Someone hit my chest with a chair. He didn't ask any more questions, maybe this kind of thing is common in Winmobile? She obediently extended her hands to the policeman, expecting to be handcuffed again, but the policeman just shook his head. When they entered the interrogation room, there was no one there.She sat in the same chair, Kejel.Bergstrom stood, leaning against the wall.Soon, a man and a woman walked in, this time two people they hadn't seen before.Bergstrom shook hands with them, but Sibylla stayed where she was, presumably she didn't need to introduce herself!

Three pairs of eyes looked at her, and the unknown man spoke first: How do you feel now? She didn't bother to answer, just smiled. My name is Baiorov.Glen (Per︱Olof Gren), serving the National Crime Agency.This is my colleague, Anida.Hansen (Anita Hison). Bergstrom was back against his wall, and the two newcomers sat behind the table.No one starts the tape recorder. We hope you have a strong enough will to tell us what happened last night. Strong enough will?What are you trying to do with such a soft attitude?Sibylla sighed, then leaned back in her chair, thoughts swirling in her head, it seemed impossible to put any order in order.

She stared at the tabletop. I met Lu En in the cemetery.Hedlund's widow, and I left the cemetery with Ingmar when he showed up. Is this the man who beat you up? She looked up. Yes, he hit it with a chair, and I think I broke a rib. What about the scrape on your face? I got hurt running from him, walking through the forest. The man looked at his female colleague. You're lucky, you know? oh!Yeah?Saying super lucky is the best way to say it. Suddenly, Anida.Han Sen spoke. I believe you know Patrick. There is a little hope in the deep depression. did you find him He is my son. Sybylla looked at her, Patrick's mommy, she was the powerful one.Anida.Han Sen's face did not reveal her feelings about this matter. This morning, when the news broke, Patrick told me the whole story. For a moment Sibylla thought she was dreaming. I didn't call the National Crime Agency until I was convinced he was telling the truth.Everything fits together, except of course Thomas.Thunberg's name is a bit confusing. At that stage, I hope Patrick stays out of the case.I think he has done me a great favor. Patrick's mother nodded, apparently agreeing. Boulov.Glenn began to explain: This morning, we searched Ingmar.Eriksson's house, where he kept the organs frozen in the freezer. □□□ What a shame!I forgot to go shopping, I'm afraid you only have coffee. □□□ Self-defense once again jumped out first. I didn't let it go. Boulov.Glenn said in a comforting tone: Sibylla!calm!We know it's not you. She could hardly believe her ears, this couldn't be true, don't show up now!When she finally accepted her fate. He confessed, and was devastated when we found the glass jar in his refrigerator, which he was about to bury in Hedlund's grave. The whole room was silent, and Sibylla was trying to integrate her heart into this whole new situation, but she was too tired to do it. It would have helped if you had come to the police earlier and we could have avoided this. This passage was said by Patrick's mother again, and Sibylla knew the meaning of her words very well, and she began to listen carefully to what kind of condemnation Patrick had received. She looked at them and said calmly: You won't believe me, will you? No one responded. Only Patrick believed it, maybe he was the only one who trusted me so far. There was a long silence, which Baiorov finally broke. Well, that's it!You are free to go, what are you going to do? Bergstrom moved away from the wall against which he was leaning. I know what Miss Folsenstrom is going to do next, she's going to Vetlanda with me, we're going to talk to her mother. Sibylla shook her head. No, I can't face her. Sybylla, I don't think you understand what you're talking about. I want three hundred thousand crowns, and that is all I need. Bergstrom smiled, with an attitude of grace. Sibylla, we're talking millions, tens of millions. The two of them looked at each other, and after a while it seemed that Bergstrom had accepted Sibylla's idea. But you should not let her take that money, she will take all the property.Sibylla thought of that fortune, but could not think of what she would do with it. All right!That's seven hundred thousand crowns, and you can tell her where to put the rest of the money.