◎Chapter 15 Rose Past
The Rose Killer was arrested, and the news spread quickly within the police. Everyone felt very strange. The Rose Killer had a superb method of committing crimes and was neat and neat. It can be seen that he was a meticulous person in the three murders. This murderer who did not even leave fingerprints in the downtown city, and this kung fu master who could step out five footprints on the wall actually went to a flower shop to disturb the public after drinking, and was sent to the public security bureau by the flower girl.
At that time, the police officer who took the transcript reported to the leader like this:
I don't think it was accidental to catch this guy. It was an inevitable result. Doing unjustly will kill yourself. The law will be vast and unlimited. Under the strong policy attack, due to the shock of the law and my perseverance in interrogation and attack, his psychological defense was finally broken, and all confessed to the criminal facts of the murder and confessed to the three murder cases.
The special case team also interrogated the Rose Killer, and Secretary Jiao and Xiao Puding participated in the audition.
Sitting in front of them was a handsome young man, wearing casual sportswear, with signs of being beaten on his face, handcuffs and shackles, which was also the treatment of a serious prisoner. He looked very calm, without a trace of panic in his eyes, and had a clear edge on his face. Although he was imprisoned, he was majestic.
Professor Liang: Name?
Rose Killer: Chen Guang.
Professor Liang: Age?
Chen Guang: Twenty-two years old.
Professor Liang: Career?
Chen Guang: Reporter...
Our childhood is always on the path of wild flowers.
Our teenagers always walk in the dimly lit alley.
Chen Guang's home is in the suburbs, with four red brick bungalows located deep in the flowers. Roses grow in front of the fence of the yard, roses grow beside the haystack, roses grow beside the pond, and roses grow on the roof of the hydropower station. This wild rose grows fiercely, and villagers have to prune branches with hatchets every year, otherwise the roses will spread across the yard and grow into the main hall and wing room.
His father was a worker in a cold-rolled wire mill. He worked in a workshop filled with iron filings for a long time and later died of lung disease.
His mother sold vegetables, a fried street snack that came from the wind and rain, and sold for twenty years.
When he was a child, Chen Guang hated his mother so much. He hated his mother for not having a glorious job. Every weekend when he didn't go to school, he would pull a cart to the city to sell breakfast before dawn. His mother was in the middle, and he and his sister were on both sides. Three people pulled the cart to the old asphalt road in the countryside. Roses bloomed on the side of the road, dawn was slightly opened in the sky, and the water on the pond was covered with a layer of light mist and light smoke. All this had nothing to do with poetry and painting. Their carts were loaded with noodles, oil, leeks, vermicelli, stools, small tables, stoves and pots, bamboo poles and plastic cloth.
The two children set up small tables and stools under the old city wall, set up bamboo poles, and put on plastic cloth.
My mother kneaded the noodles, wrapped them with leek noodles, rolled them into cakes, put them in an oil pan, fryed them, took them out and placed them on an iron rack. From dawn to noon, although there were many diners, the small business had very little income.
Following his mother to sell vegetables, this was the most painful moment when Chen Guang felt: he was worried about meeting his classmates.
Every child who grows in a poor family can feel his little vanity. He has developed an inferiority and introverted personality, is taciturn and has few happy moments. This child who is restless on the street will always remember what his mother said: Xiao Guang, in the future, you will not have to follow the sale of vegetables. This has become his original motivation for working hard. He wants to get rid of this dilemma of life. Later, he was admitted to a communication university.
My sister married a foreign land, a small border town far away, and my sister and brother-in-law sold vegetables on another street in that city.
The second generation of poor continues to be poor, the second generation of rich continues to be wealth, and the second generation of official continues to be power.
When Chen Guang saw fried eggs, he sometimes thought of his sister. When he was a child, he couldn't afford to eat eggs. There was a honeycomb on the elm tree in his yard and a chicken coop under the elm tree. He and his sister went to see if the chicken lays eggs every day. The sister was sensible and wanted to leave half a plate of eggs for his mother. The rest were for his younger brother to eat. Chen Guang swallowed them a few bites and ate them all.
My sister was so greedy that she swallowed her saliva. She picked up the steamed bun and took a bite of it, and then took a bite of the scallion. She choked and tears came out.
The siblings are deep, but sometimes they fight and grab each other's hair.
My sister said: Let go of your hand.
My younger brother said: Don’t let go.
My sister said: Don’t ask for scolding.
The younger brother scolded viciously: I × your mother.
The sister stared at her eyes and said: Whatever.
The mother smiled and walked up to pull the two children apart. At that time, the father was not dead yet, and the father loved to drink. Over time, the wine bottles accumulated a lot. Every time the siblings carried the wine bottles to the scrap station in a woven bag to sell them. The sister was reluctant to spend her money, so she saved it into a canned bottle, and Chen Guang's money was spent on buying books.
Later, the father died and the mother raised her two children with great difficulty.
One day, the mother said to her sister: Ni, you are not young anymore. It’s time to get married, don’t take the college entrance exam.
My sister said: Mom, I am still young, I want to go to college.
The mother said sadly: I can't afford the two children. The tuition money for your engagement is just right for Xiao Guang's tuition.
My sister said: Why is my life so miserable?
On the day my younger brother was admitted to college, the brother and brother went to the city to tell the good news about the vegetable mother. They ran all the way and ran out of the village excitedly. The roses on the edge of the village had stretched into the pond and were spread on the water. They ran across the asphalt road in the countryside, and the roses on both sides of the road also spread to the middle of the road, crushed by passing vehicles, and they ran to the base of the city wall. In fact, the base of the city wall was no longer there, but they still called it that way. Over the years, the city has gradually expanded, and the collapsed walls reinforced the walls of other houses, and some new orders have been established.
My mother's stall was overturned by the urban management, and the oil pan was smashed into a big hole by the urban management with bricks. The boiling oil splashed into her mouth and face. My mother's tongue burned a blister the size of an egg, and half of her face was burned so hard that her skin was blooming.
On the ground
It was a mess, and my mother rolled on the ground in pain in that mess, and my sister cried loudly.
The urban management officers left, but they did not see the hatred and anger in the eyes of a silent boy.
My mother was sent to the hospital and had difficulty getting in. She lie in the hospital bed for half a year before recovering from health. Under the mediation of the village committee, the urban management paid some money. After being discharged from the hospital, my mother lost weight. She simply didn't even go out of the house because of facial disfigurement. She was depressed all day long and died of a stroke a year later. The sister said that my mother was so angry that she didn't understand why she was selling vegetables under the base of the city wall for twenty years.
Is the clean city more important than the people's right to make a living?
After graduating from college, Chen Guang entered a newspaper for an internship. His colleague Wang Wentao is a very experienced journalist and usually loves Taekwondo. Wang Wentao encouraged him to practice together. Chen Guang is very talented in martial arts and has amazing bounce ability. He won the high jump competition championship in college. In a few months, Chen Guang was able to perform some difficult Taekwondo movements, such as somersault and the butterfly legs of the Sky Knife.
Wang Wentao: The purpose of my learning Taekwondo is to defend myself, but I don’t know how to help you when you see something wrong.
Chen Guang: Is it dangerous to be a reporter?
Wang Wentao: Being a reporter is not dangerous, but being a conscientious reporter is dangerous. Sometimes you will be beaten and arrested.
Chen Guang: Isn’t the moral that a journalist should at least possess?
Wang Wentao: What kind of morality? You have to keep your job first, right? Some things cannot be written or reported.
Chen Guang: What are all? I just entered this industry and I have to learn a lot. You can teach me.
Wang Wentao: Foreign, a disaster news can spread around the world within ten minutes, and we, some things, can shut up all news media in ten minutes.
Chen Guang: Can you be more specific?
Wang Wentao mysteriously said a number, a person's name and a four-character file name.
Chen Guang nodded as if he had some understanding.
Chen Guang worked as an editor for three months, and the newspaper leaders decided to ask him to do news interviews. Wang Wentao drove an old jeep to take him out to edit news. His first report was that the urban management slapped the old man selling sweet potatoes **. This report quickly caused a sensation, and the Internet and domestic and foreign news media reprinted it, which became the focus of current affairs for a while. The relevant departments were worried about the negative impact and ordered the media to prohibit the expansion of the matter. However, Chen Guang went up against the wind. When he rewrites "The Charcoal Seller" into "The Tag Seller" and is about to be published in the newspaper, the newspaper leaders decisively suspended him.
Chen Guang's mother raised him with great difficulty and saved money to send him to the university. Her mother taught him to be a truth-teller, but he was suspended by the newspaper leader for telling the truth. How could he believe that justice and truth still exist in this world?
He drove a broken jeep that Wang Wentao usually used as editorial editor. The door of the house was closed, his parents passed away, his sister married far away, and pushed the door open, and memories of the past surged into his heart, and a feeling of desolation filled his heart.
When the ideal building in his heart collapsed, he stood up in the dust.
He never felt that the content on the newspapers and TV was so pretentious, and how disgusting those reports that praise were. Do he have to write things against his will for the rest of his life?
He wanted to take off someone else's mask, but he finally took off the mask himself.
The next day, he held a tree on the shore and felt as calm as a pond beside the tree.
At that moment, he thought of killing.
He bought a fire axe and a lifesaver at a store selling fire equipment, and bought head covers, shoes, gloves and other tools for crime at a model store.
The reporter had the ability to follow and investigate. He parked the car in the dark and saw the deputy captain of the urban management walked out of the hotel drunk. He drove to follow. When the deputy captain was peeing on the side of the road, he stopped the car and exchanged a few words with the deputy captain, claiming to send him a ride. The deputy captain recognized the reporter interviewed him, so he got into the car with a burp. The drunk deputy captain actually fell asleep in the car. When he woke up, he found himself in a dark house with a strong dog leash on his neck.
The deputy captain was half awake, shouted and broke free. The dog chain was tightly wrapped around his neck, and there was a copper lock hanging on it, and the other end was locked on an old lathe.
In the darkness, a man walked towards him with a fire axe in his hand.
The deputy captain was shocked and shouted: Where is this? What are you doing?
Chen Guang asked coldly: What are the characteristics of animals?
The deputy captain glanced at the axe in his hand and said in horror: I don't know.
Chen Guang: No human nature, the characteristic of animals is that they are not human nature.
Chen Guang turned on the light, and he wanted the deputy captain to see him clearly.
Chen Guang asked: Do you know who I am?
The deputy captain shook his head and said: You must have recognized the wrong person. I have never seen you. We have no grudges or grudges.
Chen Guang said: I am the child of a mother who was beaten by you. Now that I have grown up, I will always remember your face.
The deputy captain realized his dangerous situation and suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy, took out his wallet and wrote the password on the bank card, asking Chen Guang to spare his life.
Chen Guang said: You think small vendors have no dignity and can trample them in the mud. In fact, they keep their heads down and down until the humble ground, and live like this. They bow down and laugh pitifully, trembling in the cold wind streets, sweating like rain under the sun, just to make a living for the family, just to survive. Have you heard the wind blowing outside? Have you ever heard the wind passing through the woods? Those roaring winds, those winds that bring heavy rain, those winds that are angry like lions on the earth, close your eyes and listen carefully, you deaf! Those grasses that are usually insignificant in your eyes, those fart people, I want to sell sweet potatoes for them, I want to kill you for my dead mother, you beast!
The police later inspected Chen Guang's home. Although the blood on the ground had been cleaned, technical means can be determined that this was the first murder scene.
There are a few sacks in front of the fence, containing rose petals. Every late autumn season, the wild roses all over the mountains withered, and the ground is as red as blood. The villagers step on thick rose petals that are deep into their ankles. The rich fragrance of flowers sometimes makes people bend down and vomit. The beautiful roses turn into garbage. The countrymen pile up the petals in front and behind the village, put them in sacks, and throw them away like garbage.
Chen Guang's process of throwing the body and the two subsequent murders analyzed by the special case team, and the case was settled.
Rose killer was arrested. Although the case was solved, there is still a mystery that remains unsolved.
The missing recorder was never found. During the interrogation, he claimed that the recorder had some work interview materials, but no one in the special case team believed that they believed that there should be some important secrets hidden in the recorder.
Secretary Jiao fulfilled his promise and awarded a bounty of 300,000 yuan to the flower shop girl who reported her merits. In addition, the leaders of the Construction Bureau and the Municipal Administration Office also gave the flower seller a reward of 20,000 yuan.
When the special case team left, Puding and Secretary Jiao drove them to the airport. In the car, they talked about the case.
Pudding: Rose Killer is not three heads and six arms, and our special case team is not useful, so he is arrested.
Secretary Jiao: Xiao Puding, you can do your best, Professor Liang will definitely reuse you in the future.
Pudding said: When will I become a formal special case police officer?
Professor Liang changed the topic: The arrest of the murderer was an accident.
Hualong: When will Chen Guang pronounce the verdict?
Su Mei: It has been handed over to the court for trial, and the death penalty will be executed after the sentence is announced.
Bao Zhan: Actually, I think he seems to surrender voluntarily.
Professor Liang coughed and said: Xiaobao, the person has been caught, why are you still talking about this?
Bao Zhan closed his mouth, and the few people in the car were bored.
Pudding turned on the radio and played a program that ordered songs and blessings:
Hello Director Wang of the Personnel Bureau, on your 60th birthday, your eldest daughter, Wang Xiaoying, director of the Municipal Finance Bureau, Li Gekui, deputy director of the Municipal Transportation Bureau, Wang Xiaoxia, director of the Second Daughter, Family Planning Bureau, Guo Liang, deputy director of the Second Son-in-law, Guo Xiaofei, deputy director of the Municipal Central Hospital, Wang Xiaofei, head of the Quality Inspection Section of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Zhang Ning, director of the Municipal Women's Federation, and your only young grandson, Wang Xiaoshuai, deputy class leader of the Municipal Experimental Primary School, broadcast a song on demand for you, and wish you a happy birthday. Please listen to the on demand song below: "What a big tree"...
Everyone listened to the song quietly. At the intersection not far away, the sugar cane vendor was shouting and selling to passers-by at the sleeves.
Three months later, Puding called the special case team and said that the recorder had been found.
The night before Chen Guang was executed, he took the initiative to explain something. Because the order was executed, he could not help him with leniency. Before he died, he told the police an address. Pudding took a team of policemen and found that it was a field with many dry rose petals scattered on the ground. Under the petals was a sealed iron box, and a recording pen was placed inside.
Professor Liang asked: What is the audio content in the recorder?
Pudding: A girl was mentioned in the recording, and I don’t know if I should give these words to her.
The audio content is as follows:
You may have forgotten that a few years ago, my mother was burned and fell on the street. You rode a tricycle full of flowers by the way. You threw all the flowers on the ground and took my mother to the hospital with a tricycle. At that time, my sister and I were busy taking care of our mother and didn't even have time to say thank you.
I haven't been in love for four years in college. I think all girls are not as beautiful as you.
I often pass by your flower shop door just to look at you.
I saw you wearing a white dress and lower your head and smell a red flower. I saw you humming a song and cleaning the store. I saw you smiling at customers. I saw you tie a ribbon on the rose. I saw you teasing a stray cat. I saw you write evol on the glass door of the flower shop. Maybe you have forgotten the letters you wrote accidentally. That was a long time ago.
But, I always remember.
It was a season when roses bloomed. I walked past the door of your flower shop, and you wrote down evol on the glass door. Our eyes met and saw each other at the same time, but we did not forget at the same time. Maybe [31    ], I am just a passerby in front of your door. And you have already taken root in my heart like roses.
I don't even know your name, and you won't know mine.
I can't muster up the courage to push the door open and walk into your store.
I am very introverted and extremely inferior. Every time I pass by your door, my heart pounds. When I see you, I will breathe rapidly. I feel that getting closer to you is like walking into a garden. Many times, I want to push open your door and buy a bouquet of flowers like other customers.
Sometimes I think this boldly, and I walk into your store and buy a bouquet of roses.
You packed the flowers and asked me with a smile: Is it for my girlfriend?
I handed you the rose and said: This is for you.
To me, your flower shop is like the gate of heaven. The closer I get, the slower I walk. If I hesitate a few times, I will lose my courage and I don’t understand what’s going on. Even if I muster up the courage next time, I feel that I can no longer move forward. That kind of fierce inner struggle is no less than a world war. Can you understand?
Maybe Rose is more suitable for me.
I can give you a hundred memories of roses, but I don’t have the courage to offer you a bouquet of roses.
One day, I saw you have a boyfriend...I heard you complain about not having money to buy a house.
I wish you all this is all I can do.
You don't know, I'm crying.
You don't know what I did for you.
Chapter completed!