Chapter 674 Alone
The night is deep and everything is quiet.
In the huge FBI office, Carl Hanratty was the only one left alone.
It’s just that Karl didn’t seem to notice it at all; or in other words, he noticed it but didn’t care.
He is comparing the fingerprints of "Barry Allen", trying to find the true identity of this criminal suspect——
In the 1960s, it was still the primitive era before computers. There was no database. You couldn't hit a search key and the computer would start searching on its own. Everything needed to be done manually, using a magnifying glass, and comparing fingerprints one by one. If there were 10,000 fingerprints, then It must be compared ten thousand times.
Purely physical work.
So, Carl is working overtime.
Ding-ring-ring, ding-ring-ring.
The ringing of the phone was particularly harsh. Karl still used a magnifying glass to carefully examine the fingerprints, holding the phone receiver between his ear and shoulder in an awkward posture.
"This is Carl Hanratty, Merry Christmas."
"Hey, Carl."
With a greeting, Carl sat up straight and his eyes widened.
“Hello?” There was no response from the other end of the phone, so I thought the line was not good.
But Karl suddenly woke up and immediately turned off the radio, "Barry Allen, Secret Service."
The voice on the phone was slightly distant and tired, surging gently in the cold and humid night, "I have been trying to find you for the past few hours."
Wait, Karl is looking for him, and Is he looking for Karl too?
Carl, "What do you want?"
Frank Jr., "I want to apologize for what happened in Los Angeles."
One Shot, Steven Spears Berg completed the narrative in just one shot——
In the first second, the close-up shot of Karl gradually zooms out and up, and finally completes the composition from above, condescendingly.
The next second, the camera switched to Little Frank in the hotel room. The same condescending composition from above, the two figures overlapped.
A desk lamp and a chair are equally lonely and lonely.
On Christmas Eve night, both of them were alone.
A quiet and lonely atmosphere quietly spreads, cleverly forming an intertext that is simpler and more direct than any lines or explanations.
Two strange characters actually established a connection without knowing it.
"Haha. Haha." Carl laughed dryly, "You don't need to apologize."
"Are you working on Christmas Eve, Carl?" Little Frank looked lost and confused, just Even the sound slowly faded in the dim light.
"I volunteered. So people with families can go home early."
"It seems like you are wearing a wedding ring. I thought you had a family."
"No. No family." The light from the desk lamp fell dimly on Karl's face, and his eyes revealed a touch of determination, and he took the initiative, "You want to talk to me, let's talk face to face."
< br>"Okay." Little Frank didn't hesitate at all. He even raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sketching a smile, and gave the answer directly without any tricks.
"I am in the Stuyvesant Arms, room 3113. In the morning, I will go to Las Vegas for the weekend."
Carl was on full alert, picked up his pen as soon as possible, and conveniently Post the key information: Room 3113, "S..."
Wait, Stuyvesant?
This place is located in Brooklyn, New York, and the Stuyvesant Arms is a hotel.
Carl's writing stopped, "Are you going to trick me again? You will not go to Las Vegas, and you will no longer be at Stuyvesant Arms."
" You want me to send twenty agents into your hotel on Christmas Eve and break down your door so you can make us look like a joke?" This time, little Frank didn't respond immediately, holding the receiver in his hand and keeping quiet. Staring quietly ahead, the focus in his eyes faded away bit by bit.
It only takes a moment.
However, he closed his eyes, "I'm very sorry if I played a trick on you. Sincerely."
Carl didn't buy it, "No, no need to."
"Listen, I It’s sincere.”
“No, you don’t need to be sorry. In fact, I know it’s you. Maybe I didn’t put handcuffs on you, but I know it was you.” Pride is also Karl’s persistence.
Little Frank tasted the gritted teeth in his words, and he murmured with a lonely face, "People only know what you tell them, Carl."
Karl didn't pay attention, or he noticed it, but he was on full alert to avoid being fooled again and would not easily believe Frank Jr., "Then tell me, Barry Allen of the US Secret Service, how do you know that I won't Look at your wallet?”
When he was in Hollywood, Carl once asked Frank Jr. for identification. Frank Jr. threw his entire wallet to him and diverted Carl’s attention, like walking on a tightrope. , convincing Carl in a thrilling way, and then successfully escaped.
Frank Jr. gave an unexpected answer, "Just like the New York Yankees always win, no one can take their eyes away from the striped clothes."
Carl Meiyu Frowning, "The Yankees keep winning because they have Mickey Mantle, and no one has ever chosen to bet on their clothes because of their clothes."
"Are you sure, Carl?"
"I'll tell you what I'm sure of, you're going to get caught. One way or another, it's just a matter of math, just like in Las Vegas, the house always wins."
Little Frank didn't speak. , holding the receiver tightly, staring ahead quietly, the shadow cast by the thick eyelashes slowly made the look in the eyes spread:
No fear, no panic, no tension; but only endless loneliness and lonely.
The hair, which is always neat and neat, hangs down slightly messily. The eyes are not clear in the dim light, but the face is so handsome that it is impossible to look directly at it, but it is as cold and fragile as an ancient Greek statue. .
The lens has power.
A close-up shot, a bottom-up looking-up shot, in the quiet and dim light, slowly outlines the outline of the face, and finally focuses sparsely on those lowered eyes.
Just like that, cut off your breath.
In just a short moment, the entire screening room could truly and deeply feel that emotion, and an indescribable bitterness spread on the tip of the tongue.
Then.
Little Frank spoke, trying his best to remain calm but still slightly low, "Carl, I'm sorry, I have to end the conversation."
"Haha", Carl chuckled, "You didn't call to apologize, right? Ha, hahaha."
Little Frank was caught by Karl's laughter, "What do you mean? "
Karl finally relaxed, "You... you have no one else to call, hahaha."
Bang.
Little Frank suddenly hung up the phone.
Carl was startled, but it did not affect his good mood. He kept laughing, turned on the radio again, and even started singing Christmas carols.
In the dim light, little Frank stared ahead in shock, his broken focus regrouped, and he finally regained his senses and woke up——
Quickly packed himself up, opened the door to the room, and left quickly.
Bang!
The room door opened and closed, leaving only the camera focused on the room number.
3113.
Melvin's eyes widened and he couldn't believe this scene, but Steven Spielberg's camera deliberately stayed close-up for a few seconds to ensure that everyone could still clearly see this group after rubbing their eyes. number.
This, this means...
Is the address Little Frank just said true?
No way?
(End of this chapter)