Rose Tribulation[Simplified]

Rose Tribulation [Part 1] Chapter 1 Midnight Flower Tribulation Author's Note: The protagonist of this novel "Clarice starling" comes from Thomas Harris's "Red Dragon" and "The Silence of the Lambs". Please read them in order to avoid missing important plot points. Author's warning: This novel is not politically correct. It is intended only to entertain mature readers. In the two books "Silence of the Lambs" and "Hannibal", for some reason, Harris did not faithfully record all the cases solved by FBI agent Clarice starling. RHETTDREAMS's "Rose Robbery" reveals for the first time the Mississippi serial kidnapping case that is extremely important to starling. But DREAMS is still not entirely true to history. As an amateur editor, Shisan is determined to return history to its true colors. After years of painstaking research, Shisan collected a large amount of relevant documents and interviewed the parties involved, finally unearthed all the truth and re-edited the book "The Rose Tribulation". If the plot of this article is unbelievable, it is definitely not intentional by the editor, it is simply because history is the way it is. ************************************************************************************************************ ” shouted the patrol car’s police radio. County Sheriff Paul Trent patrols a two-lane highway in rural South Mississippi. It was almost midnight and there was silence. This highway is very remote, and there are no people there like the SMall town in front of it in broad daylight. Long-distance travelers across the state and county mostly choose the interstate highway that hugs the coastline, running from Florida through Alabama and Mississippi to New Orleans. Except for locals, no one walks this road. "Please speak," the sergeant picked up the phone, and when he recognized the voice of Ward Price, his heart beat faster than seven times a second. Ward and his Brother Sam opened a gas station a few miles away. When the Price Brothers used the police channel to find Tranter, it could only mean one thing: fresh goods were delivered to their door. "An ugly-looking guy drove a blue station wagon, heading east." Price's voice was dry and expressionless. They always use simple code words, and police channels are not necessarily safe. It is better to treat everything as a snack. When Price said "a guy," he meant a girl. "Ugly" means very beautiful. "Blue station wagon"? It was a red sports car. "Copy that, thank you." After working together like this for more than a dozen times, their cooperation has become flawless. His Brother Sam stayed at the gas station to take care of the business, while his Brother Ward would drive a tow truck in ten minutes and drive east, waiting to pick up the car. Tranter backed the police car behind the trees on the roadside and waited for the target to appear. When the sports car sped over, Tranter could tell at a glance that it was going at least eighty miles an hour, and the maximum speed limit here was only fifty-five miles. He drove onto the highway, sounded his siren, and accelerated to catch up with the girl in front of him. After a mile, the girl pulled to the side of the road. The county sheriff nodded slightly. It was an expensive Mercedes-Benz sports car with Florida license plates. That underground factory in Jackson cost at least twenty-five thousand Dollars. He walked towards the sports car and usedThe flashlight shines on the blonde in the car. "Miss, do you know why I stopped you?" The girl was really beautiful. A red and yellow hairband tied her thick blond hair back. Tranter stood by the car door and could just see the front end of the girl's yellow low-cut suspender skirt. The pair of breasts were plump and firm. The thin skirt of the dress was pushed up high, and the shape of the nipples was clearly visible. The hem of the skirt only reached half of her thighs, and those thighs were almost the most beautiful he had ever seen. "That's because you can't find anything else to do except harass the people!" the fashionably dressed beauty said angrily. She added impatiently, "Give me the damn ticket quickly, I have to hurry." Trant was almost irritated by the girl's rudeness. However, just barely, his voice remained calm, "Please show me your Driver's license and license plate." "Fuck God!" the girl muttered, turning sideways to look for the license plate in the tool box. Trant took the opportunity to quickly scan the car. Great, no car phone. He was always careful not to touch girls who had car phones. If she had just made the call, the FBI would easily be able to figure out the approximate location of the call and would not rest until the area was turned upside down. Tranter worked in the FBI for twenty years. Before his retirement, he accepted the governor's invitation and became the county's sheriff. He knows how federal agents investigate cases. He's a real expert. "Here you go." She threw her Driver's license and car license over her. "Miss, I'll be ready soon." After saying that, Trump walked back to the police car. The name on the Driver's license is Bethany Albert, 25 years old, with an address in Tallahassee, the capital of Florida. But the Mercedes sports car belongs to a man who lives in Tampa. Tranter waited a full two minutes and then returned to the sports car. "Miss, please get out of the car." His voice was low and commanding. "What the fuck?" the girl was surprised and dissatisfied. "Get out of the car immediately!" When the girl reluctantly got out of the car, her skirt floated up, revealing the garters on her thighs. After the beautiful woman stood firm in her three-inch high heels, she turned around and was about to say something mean to the police Officer when the police Officer suddenly shouted. "Turn around! Put your hands on the car! Spread your legs!" For the first time, a trace of surprise and confusion appeared in the blonde beauty's eyes. However, she obeyed obediently. Standing behind her, with the bright headlights of the police car, Trant gave himself two or three seconds to appreciate the graceful curves of the girl's back. The suspender skirt is cut to fit perfectly, highlighting the curves without being tacky. The raised butt, the straight thighs, the slim waist. Tranter's experienced eyes barely noticed a trace of fat. It was even more perfect than he imagined. He suddenly pushed the girl onto the hood. "Where the hell did you get this car! slut!" His hands slid over her body quickly and expertly. As he expected, this stunning beauty seemed to be wearing nothing under the expensive silk dress except for the garter belt and stockings. There seemed to be no even the thinnest Thong on her SMooth and soft waist. No, maybe there is. However, whether there is or not is not important to Trump. He SMiled ferociously and asked himself in his heart, "NowWhy don’t the sexy kittens like to wear Underwear? "Let me go!" she screamed, "This is illegal, you stinky-" "Shut up, bitch!" His tone was full of cruelty. He grabbed one of the girl's hands, twisted it behind her back, and handcuffed it. Then the other hand. The cold handcuffs scared away the beauty's anger. She was led obediently to the police car. Trent pushed her violently towards the police car. The unsuspecting girl screamed, her soft and plump breasts slamming against the hard car door. Trante pressed the girl against the car with one hand, and skillfully opened the car door with the other hand. He was an experienced veteran policeman, and he effortlessly pushed the petrified girl onto the back seat and closed the car door with a bang. The police car turned around and headed west. The county deputy flashed his headlights when he came face to face with Price driving a tractor-trailer. That was a sign that all was well. Price would load the Mercedes onto the trailer. Before dawn, the Mercedes-Benz will be sent to an underground factory in Jackson, where it will either be modified and sold on the black market, or diSMantled into parts. In short, when everything is taken care of, this car will completely disappear from the earth. Trent drove down several dark country roads until he finally arrived at Hands Farm. Along the way, he ignored the questions, threats, screams and curses of the beautiful lady who had recovered her breath. Pretty girls always think they have some kind of privilege, that they can lose their temper everywhere and boss everyone around. Tranter has seen too many girls like this. He knows how to teach a pretty girl a lesson. How to make them regret every wrong word they said for the rest of their lives. Moreover, he really enjoyed watching the originally arrogant beauty kneel at his feet and cry until she died. This is a dilapidated farm. The Hands Family has long since moved away, and only the name remains. Now, the only permanent resident here is named Tom Weber, a thick black man in his fifties with a stupid face and a big beer belly. Tom took care of the house and received fresh "goods" from the county sheriff. He had been in trouble several times before for petty theft. Two years ago, I killed someone while driving drunk. This matter became a lever in Tranter's hands. In order not to go to jail, Tom must obey Tranter's orders. However, the old black man soon fell in love with this job that was full of oil and water without much work. What really makes him feel at Home are the additional benefits of taking care of "cargo". That's a benefit that makes people go crazy just thinking about it. "Where are we? What's going on

?" The girl, with her hands cuffed behind her back, was uneasy in the back seat Twisting and screaming, he didn't care that the hem of his skirt had already touched the top of his thigh. This dark place in the wilderness really frightened her. "Shut your stinky mouth, bitch!" Trant admired the beauty's bare butt in the rearview mirror. When Trent got off the bus, the old black man Tom was already waiting at the door. He greeted him diligently. "You got another one, Mr. Tranter?" "That's right, Tom. I think you'll like this girl. She's got a nice body, but she has a bad mouth and doesn't know how to respect police Officers. Gotta give it to herLesson learned. "The old black man grinned knowingly. "No problem, sir, no problem." "I'll help you, Tom. Let her know that there are certain things she shouldn't say." "That's great, boss." ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ *At two o'clock in the morning Eastern time, federal agent Clarice starling was still working overtime in her Office. starling is affiliated with the BehaviOral Sciences Division at FBI headquarters and is responsible for the series of murders. Two years ago, when she was still in the FBI training camp, she became famous for single-handedly solving the "Buffalo Bill" case. There are rumors that Hollywood is working in the upper echelons of the FBI, hoping to get authorization to make the case into a movie. But starling didn't care about Hollywood at all. of course, she is not without ambition and indifferent to fame, but she knows that she will never become a movie star. As a young girl who came from a remote mine and went through a lot of hardships, she has always believed that success can only be achieved by herself. Even though she was flattered by men from time to time that she was as beautiful as a flower, starling was very self-aware: she had seen really beautiful and sexy girls, and compared with them, she was not too ugly. "So, I'm not a flower vase." Clarisse always feels a little proud when she looks back on her success. In fact, the unexpected success of the "Buffalo Bill" case put tremendous pressure on her work after officially joining the FBI. The agents who work with her for the first time usually look like they've swallowed a fly, "Oh, isn't this that silly girl who was on "People" and only tries her luck?" She always has to work harder, To prove to others that she is not only a competent federal agent, but also better than most agents. Women don't always rely on intuition to solve crimes. She is actually better at reasoning like cocoons. Moreover, she has the terrifying drive of a workaholic and can stay awake for almost three or four days when she is busy. After starling successfully participated in several more major cases, the head of the Bureau began to appreciate her as much as her immediate boss, Jack Crawford. colleagues also gradually regarded her as one of the three or four rising new generation of star agents. This made starling secretly proud several times. However, she always immediately set higher goals for herself, and with them came more pressure. Now, all her thoughts were on the case at hand: a series of rapes and murders in southern Arkansas and northern Mississippi. Three victims were found in two months. The criminal methods are almost identical. These three girls had all been brutally raped before their deaths. The criminal's Semen was found in each of them, and they were all shot three times: in addition to one shot in the left and right breasts, the criminal also inserted the barrel of the gun into the victim's Vagina, and then shot gun. starling had a bad premonition that if the FBI could not catch the criminal immediately, there would be new victims. The task she gave herself was to discover the psychological characteristics of the criminal from the details of the crime as early as possible. A genius psychiatrist once told her that in such serial cases, every crime detail was carefully planned to satisfy a certain psychological demand of the criminal. She firmly believes this will be the key to solving the case. That psychiatrist was actually a criminal she had been tracking. However, the vast majority of colleagues have long given up any hope of reporting on this case. Psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter is a criminal who is extremely SMart but defies all mOral laws. After helping starling solve the "Buffalo Bill" case, the doctor cleverly escaped from the layers of police custody. He also conveniently chopped up the two police Officers who were guarding him. That was two years ago. Every two months, the doctor would send her a postcard. The FBI checked fingerprints, analyzed papers, and tracked postmarks. They tried their best but found no clues. starling knew he was mocking her, showing off his superior intelligence and the police's stupidity. These postcards made her uneasy. She always shuddered when she recalled her meetings with him in prison. Lecter's piercing gaze constantly appears in her dreams, revealing the twisted wisdom behind his gaze. He seemed to know everything about her. What's more terrible is that the doctor seems to be interested in everything about her, and seems to have automatically acted as her protector from the beginning. starling would never forget the moment the psycho who lived next door to the doctor dumped fresh Semen on her face as she was leaving her first interview with the doctor. For a second or two she didn't realize what was happening. Subconsciously, I touched my face, and my fingers felt sticky and slippery. It wasn't until the thing seeped into the corner of her mouth and the tip of her tongue felt fishy and salty that she realized that it was freshly baked Semen. She had just swallowed the Semen of a psychopath she didn't even know, who SMelled like potion! The taste of Semen seemed to be on her face and mouth all the way. As soon as she walked out of the hospital, she burst into tears in the parking lot. After returning Home, she washed her face ten times and brushed her teeth twenty times. Then she spent a whole night thinking about how to get rid of that psychopath with her own hands, even though that guy was the first man in the world to put Semen in her mouth right after they met. What surprised starling even more was that the doctor immediately avenged her. That night, the poor mentally ill man was persuaded by the doctor to commit suicide by swallowing his tongue. This kind of revenge made starling's hair stand on end even more than having Semen dumped on her face by a stranger. She has never understood what the doctor is interested in? I don’t understand why she was chosen? Her intelligence? Stubborn character? Or was it just that she was the only Young Woman to visit him in prison? The latter possibility was quickly ruled out, because the doctor was by no means the kind of person to think with his lower body. He is a wise man. Maybe he saw something about starling that she didn't even notice. starling sighed softly and closed the thick file. That's it for today, it's time to go Home and rest. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Ah——!" the girl screamed, and Tom slapped the belt on her back again. He and Trant effortlessly dragged the frightened prey into the baSement and tied it to a Homemade binding rack made from a large wooden barrel. The disheveled beauty lay lying sideways on the leather-covered barrel, her thighs were pulled apart, her ankles were fixed at both ends of the barrel, and her hands were straightened and tied to the shelf extending from the other side of the barrel. The barrel is at least half a person's height, with a piece of hollowed out top. The girl lies on top of it, and her breasts can just hang down, and she can reach out and catch them.arrive. A U-shaped wooden frame was firmly stuck on the girl's chin, forcing her to face forward. The countless large and SMall gold stars that were pulled out from the belt gradually disappeared. When the beauty's eyes opened again, the figure of the county sheriff filled her vision blurred by tears. Trent was sitting on a chair three feet in front of her, SMoking a cigarette leisurely. "Ask you again, bitch, who the hell gave you this Mercedes-Benz?" This time the girl didn't dare to be more reckless. Last time she refused to answer, and then she got a hard slap on Tom's belt. "H-Howard, it's Howard Stanislas's car," her trembling voice was laced with a hint of desperation. "Ha," Trant said, "the car photo belongs to him. The diamond ring on your hand was also given to you by him?" "Yes... we are engaged." "I understand," Trant said, "Tell me about it. "What does he do? Where did he get the money?" "Why should I-" Her protest was interrupted by her own scream, and it turned out that Tom whipped her hard again. This time Tranter motioned for Tom to keep pumping. He SMoked a cigarette and quietly watched the girl struggling painfully on the binding rack. The front of the suspender skirt was originally cut low, and the girl was lying on the barrel like this, her whole body shaking in pain. The messy skirt could not cover her plump breasts swinging back and forth. Her slender little hands struggled wildly in the strong leather sheath, and her fingernails were pale. Trant liked what he saw. This girl is so sexy. "Stop, ah——, please, stop fighting." Trant raised a hand and temporarily stopped torturing the girl. "You're going to tell me some stories about Mr. Stannis." "Ah, ah, he must have retired," she said, her voice still trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. After several "prompts" from Trant, the girl finally told him everything he wanted to know. Her fiancé, who was about fifty years old, made a lot of money on Wall Street, got divorced, and moved to the resort town of Tampa to enjoy life. Trant also learned that he forced her to sign a prenuptial agreement that greatly limited her options in the event of a divorce. Huh, shrewd businesSMan. The beauty's father is dead, and her mother lives in Maryland, relying on her husband's insurance money. Trump needs this information. Once someone started looking for this girl, he had to be prepared. However, he suspected that Beth's astute fiancé might not call the police on her disappearance. Both he and the police would believe that Beth had hooked up with a gigolo in New Orleans, or that she had sold the car to get some money to spend. Knowing everything he needed, Trump nodded for Tom to take action. The black man began to peel off her clothes as the girl screamed in terror. Old Tom was an old hand, using a knife and taking his time, cutting one piece at a time, peeling it off and throwing it to the ground. In fact, this job is not difficult at all. Counting garters, the girl only wears four pieces: an expensive suspender skirt, a garter belt stretched around the waist, and two long stockings. Tom skillfully cut off the two slings on the girl's shoulders, then cut a large slit in the tight dress against the SMooth skin of the girl's naked back, and then pulled off the broken fabric. The girl let out a scream, and when the torn skirt was pulled away from her chest, her plump breasts were exposed in the air, helplessly throwing out seductive waves. SMooth and SMooth ridgesThe back, the perfectly shaped buttocks and the delicate pink lips made even the experienced black old Tom open his mouth. This sexy kitten is actually showing off on the highway without wearing a bra or panties! However, he also felt that with such a good figure, it would be better not to wear a bra. Before Old Black Tom got this job, he had never seen a naked white girl, let alone stripped her naked and held her down and did whatever he wanted with her. This is Trent and his twelfth prey. Stripping this sexy blonde naked has made Tom's oversized cock rock hard. The beautiful woman screamed and struggled, trying to break free. But her hands and feet were tied to the leather cuffs of the binding frame. She gave up resistance in despair and resigned to her fate with sad sobs. She didn't know what she had encountered, and she didn't know if they would let her live after they vented their animalistic desires on her. The only thing she knew was that she had never regretted why she was so beautiful. "The best one so far, the Sheriff." Tom stared at the naked girl in front of him with satisfaction. This girl with an almost perfect figure and appearance lay in front of him without any resistance, helpless against the inevitable insult. "She's worth fifty thousand, maybe more." Trant fully agreed with his move. The two beastly men began to take off their clothes while staring at the naked girl who was crying. When the girl saw Trent's cock pulsing in front of her face, she couldn't help but cry out again. The cock was at least eleven inches long, with bulging muscles and thick and swollen blood vessels, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying. While the beautiful woman's eyes were filled with tears, Trant pinched her nose and stuffed a rubber ring into her mouth. There is a brace on the upper and lower sides. This special rubber ring stretches the girl's jaw to the limit. The saliva flowed out involuntarily. The beautiful woman opened her mouth sadly and watched the man walk up to her with his cock erect. The angry glans pointed at the rubber ring and pushed up.