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"Yes, sir.""

The day before the murder.""

Yes, sir.""

What a coincidence, isn't it?""

It doesn't matter if it's a coincidence or not, it's just a fact.""

I'm sure you've already heard Officer Mincher's testimony, right?"

Mincher led people to search the waters around the Bond Road Bridge, and Andy said he threw his gun into the river from there, but the police did not find it."

Yes, sir, you know I heard.""

Then you hear him tell the court that they searched for three days and still didn't find the gun.Isn't that too cunning?

”"Whether it's a coincidence or not, it's a fact that they didn't find the gun," Andy said calmly, "but I want to make one thing clear to you and the jury: the Pound Road Bridge is very close to the mouth of the Royal River, where the current is so fast that the gun may have been washed into the bay." ”"So there's no comparison between the bullets in your pistol and the bullets that went into your wife's and Mr.

Quentin's bloodied bodies, can you?""

Yes.""

Isn't that a coincidence?"

According to newspaper records at the time, Andy had a wry smile on his face when he heard him say this, which was one of Andy's rare emotional reactions during the six-week trial."

Since I was innocent, and I was telling the truth when I said I threw the gun into the river, I couldn't find the gun, which is actually very unfortunate for me."

Andy said.The prosecutor interrogated him violently for two days, re-reading the part of the convenience store clerk's testimony about wiping dishes.Andy repeatedly stated that he couldn't remember ever buying a dishcloth, but he also admitted that he couldn't remember buying a dishcloth.Andy and Linda bought insurance together in early 1947, right?

Yes.If Andy is acquitted, will he be able to get an insurance claim of $50,000?

Yes.So when he went to Quentin's house, didn't he intend to kill someone?

Going to kill his wife and Quentin?

No.If not, then he thinks what happened that day, because this case is not like robbery."

Sir, I can't fathom what happened."

Andy said quietly.The case went to a jury at one o'clock on a snowy Wednesday afternoon.Twelve jurors returned to the courtroom at half-past three.The bailiff said they could have returned to courtroom earlier, but delayed a little so that they could enjoy a free chicken meal bought from Bentley's restaurant and served by the government.The jury found Andy guilty.Guys, if there were a death penalty in Maine, he would have gone to the west before the saffron had even emerged from the snow.The prosecutor asked Andy what he thought had happened that night, and Andy avoided answering.But he did have some thoughts in his mind, and I put them out one evening in 1955.It took seven years for the two of us to go from nodding acquaintances to becoming quite close friends, but I never really felt close to him until 196.And I think I'm the only one who's ever really been close to him.We were on the same cell floor the whole time, except that I was in the middle of the hallway and he was at the end of the hallway."

What the hell do I think is going on?"

He laughed, but there was not a hint of humor in his laughter, "I think I was really unlucky that night, and the most unfortunate things in history have happened in just a few hours.I think a stranger must have happened to pass by.Maybe after I left, someone had a flat tire, maybe it was a robber, maybe it was a psychopath, and they went in and killed them, and that's it, and I was locked up. ”It's as simple as that.And he had to spend the rest of his life, at least until he left, at Shawshank.Five years later, he began applying for parole, but each time it was denied, despite being a model inmate.But when you're branded with murder, you have to wait to get out of Shawshank, as slow as running water eroding rocks.There are seven commissioners in the parole hearing, two more than the average state prison, and you can't buy those guys, you can't coax them with sweet words, and you can't cry out to them.In the parole hearing, no amount of money can make --------------- "The Shawshank Redemption" Chapter 1 (5) --------------- a ghost, no matter who you are, you can't fly.In Andy's case, the reasons are even more complicated......

But let's break it down below.There was a model prisoner named Kendricks who borrowed a lot of money from me in the 195s, and it took four years to pay it off.Most of the interest he paid me was paid off by intelligence.In my line of work, if you are not well-informed, it is a dead end.Kendricks could see records and archives that I would never see.He's not like me who only operates the plateplate machine in that damn license plate factory.Kendricks told me that at parole hearings before 1957, the voting record against Andy's parole was seven to seven, six to one in 1958, seven to seven in 1959, and five to two in 196, and I don't know after that.All I know is that, sixteen years later, he is still in cell 14 in the 5th district.By 1975, he was 57 years old.It is likely that they will not be merciful enough to release him until 1983.They spare your life, but they take away everything that is important in your life.Maybe one day, they will let you go, but ......

Listen: I know a guy named Bolton who keeps a pigeon in his cell.From 1945 to 1953, when they let him out for a walk, he took this pigeon with him.He called the pigeon "Jack".The day before Bolton was released from prison, he also set Jack free, and Jack immediately flew away in a beautiful manner.But a week after Burton left our happy little family, a friend took me to the corner of the playing field, where Burton's old love was dangling.There was a little bird lying on its stomach like a pile of dirty sheets, looking hungry.My friend said, "Is that Jack?"

”That's right, it's Jack, and the pigeon is lying there like dung.The second part of "The Shawshank Redemption" *************** I remember Andy fighting hard every time.I guess he knows that if you make it easy for them once, you'll never have peace in the future.As a result, Andy occasionally wears paint on his face, and he also broke two fingers about six or eight months after Boggs was beaten.By the way, at the end of 1949, he also went to the infirmary for a broken cheek bone, and it seems that someone wrapped an iron pipe in a cloth and swung him in the face.He always fought back, so he was often held in solitary confinement.--------------- Chapter 2 (1) of The Shawshank Redemption--------------- I still remember the first time Andy Duverney came into contact with me to ask for something, and I remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday.It wasn't the time he wanted Rita Hayworth's poster, it was later.In the summer of 1948, he came to me and asked for something else.Most of my business is done on the sports field, and this deal is no exception.Our playing field was large, square in shape, ninety yards long on each side.To the north is the outer wall, with a watchtower at each end, on which stood armed guards, wearing binoculars and riot guns.The gate is on the north side and the truck unloading area is on the south side, with a total of five unloading areas at Shawshank Prison.On a normal weekday, Shawshank is a busy place, with goods constantly coming in and out.We have a factory that specializes in car license plates, and a large laundry.In addition to washing and ironing all the sheets and laundry in the prison, the laundry also washes the linen and laundry for a hospital and a nursing home.There is also a large auto repair shop where prisoner cars and city and state cars are repaired by mechanics from among the inmates, not to mention the private cars of prison staff, where parole board cars can often be found to be repaired.To the east is a thick wall with many small windows that look like gaps, and on the other side of the wall are the cells of the Fifth Ward.To the west are offices and infirmaries.Shawshank was never as overcrowded as other prisons.In 1948, there were still one-third of the vacant seats.But at any given time, there are between 80 and 120 inmates on the playing field playing American football or baseball, betting on dice, gossiping or making secret deals.On Sundays, there are more people on the field, like a holiday in the countryside......

If you add a couple of women.The first time Andy came to see me was on a Sunday.I was finishing a conversation with a man named Ann Mo; Earmer helped me with a little favor every now and then, and that day we were talking about a radio.Of course I know who Andy is, and everyone else thinks he's a cold snob, who looks like he's underwhelmed.One of the people who said that was called Boggs Diamond, and it was a big bad thing to get into trouble.Andy doesn't have a roommate, and I'm heard that he doesn't want it himself.Others say that he thinks his smells better than others.But I don't just listen to other people's rumors, I have to judge for myself."

Hey," he said, "I'm Andy Duverney." ”He held out his hand, and I shook his hand.He's not the kind of person who likes to greet each other and says what he means right to the point."

I know you have what it takes to get anything."

I'll admit that I often find a way to get something."

How did you do that?"

Andy asked."

Sometimes," I said, "something seems to come to my hands out of nowhere."

I can't explain it, except because I'm Irish. ”He smiled."

I want you to help me get a hammer to beat the stone.""

What kind of hammer is that?

What do you want that hammer for?

”Andy was surprised, "Do you still have to get to the bottom of your business?"

”With his words alone, I already know why he earned a reputation as a snob, the kind of person who likes to put on a show—but I also felt a hint of humor in his questioning."

I'll tell you," I said, "if you ask for a toothbrush, I'm not going to ask you questions, I'm just going to tell you the price, because a toothbrush isn't a deadly thing." ”"Are you allergic to deadly things?""

Yes."

An old, taped baseball flew at us, and Andy turned, nimble like a cat, and grabbed the ball in mid-air with a beautiful move that caught Frank Mazoon, the famous third baseman who won the American League Golden Glove several times in the fifties.will be breathtaking.Andy then threw the ball back with quick and sharp movements.I could see a lot of people doing their jobs with one eye on us, and maybe the guards on the tower were watching us too.I don't do anything that adds to the problem or gets you into trouble.In every prison, there are some particularly important characters, there may be four or five in the small prison, there may be as many as twenty or thirty in the big prison, in Shawshank, I am also a person with a head and a face, how I think of Andy, may affect his life here.Andy probably knows that, but he never kowtows or slaps me on the back, and I just respect him."

It should.I'll tell you what this hammer looks like and why I need it.The stone hammer is a small hammer that looks like a pickaxe, almost that long. ”His hands were about a foot wide, and it was the first time I had seen his neat and clean nails."

The hammer has a small sharp pickaxe at one end and a flat, blunt hammer head at the other.I bought a hammer because I love stones. ”"Stones?"

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I say."

You crouch down for a moment."

He said.We squatted like Indians.Andy grabbed a handful of dust from the playing field, then let it run between his clean fingers, kicking up a cloud of dust.At last he left a few small stones in his hand, one or two of which would glow, and the rest would be gray and dull.One of the small gray stones was quartz, but it was not until the rubbing was clean that it was a quartz, emitting a milky glow.Andy wiped it clean and threw it at me.As soon as I caught it, I called out my name."

Quartz, yes," he said, "you see, mica, shale, sandy granite.There is a lot of limestone in this place, which was left over from the time when this hill was opened to build a prison. ”He threw the stone away and patted the dust off his hands."

I'm a stone junkie.At least......

It used to be.I hope to start collecting stones again, on a small scale, of course. ”"An adventure on a Sunday on the sports field?"

I asked, standing up.It's a stupid idea, but ......

When I saw that little piece of quartz, I couldn't help but feel a little moved, I don't know why; I guess there's some connection to the outside world.You wouldn't expect to see quartz on a sports field, which is supposed to be something picked up in a rushing stream."

It's better to have something to do on Sunday than nothing."

He said.--------------- Chapter 2 (2) of The Shawshank Redemption--------------- "You can stick a hammer into someone's head. ”I commented."

I have no enemies here."

He said quietly."

No?"

I smiled and said, "Wait a little longer." ”"If there's a problem, I'm not going to fix it with a hammer.""

Maybe you want to jailbreak?

Digging tunnels under walls?

Because if you—" He chuckled politely.By the time I saw the hammer three weeks later, I could see why he was smiling."

You know," I said, "if anybody sees you with this thing, they're going to take it away."

They will even take it away when they see you have a spoon.How are you going to get it?

Are you just squatting here and banging and banging?

”"Oh, I'll figure out something better."

I nodded, that part was really none of my business anyway.I'm only in charge of supplying things, and whether or not he can keep it is entirely his business.