The Rose Killer was arrested, and the news quickly spread within the police. Everyone felt very strange. The Rose Killer had superb criminal techniques and killed people cleanly. From the three murder cases, it can be seen that he is a thoughtful person. This man who killed people in a busy city even had his fingerprints.
There was no murderer left, this kung fu master who could leave five footprints on the wall, went to a flower shop after drinking to cause trouble, and was sent to the police station by the flower girl.
At that time, the policeman who took the notes reported to the leader:
I don’t think catching this guy is an accident. It’s an inevitable result. Those who do evil will be punished. The legal network is wide and there are no omissions. Under the powerful policy attack, I was forced by the law and I persevered.
After a tough interrogation, his psychological defenses were finally broken, and he confessed all the criminal facts of the murders and confessed to three murder cases.
The special case team also interrogated the Rose Killer, with Secretary Jiao and Little Pudding participating in the hearing.
Sitting in front of them was a handsome young man, wearing casual sportswear, with traces of being beaten on his face, and wearing handcuffs and shackles, which is also the treatment of serious criminals. He looked calm, and there was no expression in his eyes.
There was a hint of panic, and his face was sharp and angular. Although he was behind bars, he still looked majestic.
Professor Liang: Name?
Rose Killer: Chen Guang.
Professor Liang:Age?
Chen Guang: Twenty-two years old.
Professor Liang: Occupation?
Chen Guang: Reporter...
Our childhood was always spent walking on paths filled with wild flowers.
Our teenager always walks in dimly lit alleys.
Chen Guang's home is in the suburbs. The four red-brick bungalows are located among the flowers. There are roses growing in front of the yard fence, beside the haystacks, beside the pond, and on the roof of the hydropower station. This kind of wild rose
It grows so fiercely that the villagers have to use hatchets to prune the branches every year, otherwise the rose will spread across the yard and into the main room and side rooms.
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 sells Caihe, a fried street snack that comes and goes in the wind and rain, and has been selling it for twenty years.
When he was a child, Chen Guang hated his mother so much. He hated that her mother didn't have 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.
, he and his sister were on both sides, and the three of them pulled the car onto the old asphalt road in the countryside. The roses were blooming on the roadside, the morning sun was slightly rising on the horizon, and the water of the pond was covered with a layer of light mist. All this had nothing to do with poetry and painting. They
The rack cart is loaded with: noodles, oil, leeks, vermicelli, matza, small table, stove and pot, bamboo poles and plastic sheeting.
The two children set up a small table and maza under the base of the old city wall, set up bamboo poles, and covered them with plastic sheets.
Mother kneaded the dough, wrapped it in leek vermicelli, rolled it into a cake, put it in a pan, fried it and put it out on an iron rack. From dawn to noon, although there were many diners, the business was small and the income was very small.
When Chen Guang was selling vegetables with his mother, this was the most painful moment for Chen Guang: he was worried about meeting his classmates.
Every child who grew up in a poor family can appreciate his little bit of vanity. He developed a low self-esteem and introverted character. He was taciturn and rarely had happy moments. This restless child on the street will always remember what his mother said.
In a sentence: Xiaoguang, when you get into college, you won’t have to work as a vegetable seller. This became his original motivation to work hard. He wanted to get rid of this dilemma in life. Later, he got into a media school
University.
My sister married away from home, a small border town far away. My sister and her brother-in-law were selling vegetables on another street in that city.
The second generation of poor people will continue to be poor, the second generation of rich people will continue to have wealth, and the second generation of officials will continue to have power.
When Chen Guang sees scrambled eggs, he sometimes thinks of his sister. When he was a child, he could not even afford eggs in his shabby and poor childhood. There was a honeycomb on the elm tree in his yard and a chicken coop under the elm tree. He and his sister would eat eggs every day.
I went to see if the chickens were laying eggs. My sister was sensible and left half of a plate of scrambled eggs for my mother. The rest was for my brother. Chen Guang devoured it in a few bites.
My sister was so greedy that she swallowed. She picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite. Then she took another bite of green onions and choked to tears.
The siblings have a deep love, but sometimes they fight and grab each other's hair.
My sister said: Let go.
The younger brother said: Don't let go.
My sister said: Don’t scold me.
The younger brother cursed fiercely: I am your mother.
My sister stared and said: Whatever.
The mother smiled and stepped forward to pull the two children apart. At that time, the father was not dead yet. He loved to drink. As time went by, he accumulated a lot of wine bottles. Every once in a while, the siblings would use woven bags to carry the wine bottles to the scrap station.
After selling it, my sister was reluctant to spend the money and saved it in a can. Chen Guang spent all his money on buying books.
Later, the father died, and the mother worked hard to raise the two children.
One day, my mother said to her sister: Girl, you are not young anymore. It’s time to get married. Don’t go to college.
My sister said: Mom, I am still young and I want to go to college.
The mother said with a gloomy face: I can't afford to support the two children. Your betrothal gift money will just cover Xiaoguang's tuition.
My sister said: I...why is my life so miserable?
On the day when my younger brother was admitted to college, the two siblings went to the city to tell their mother, who was selling vegetables, the good news. They ran all the way out of the village excitedly. The roses beside the village had already stretched into the pond and spread on the water.
Above. They ran across the asphalt road in the countryside. The roses on both sides of the road spread to the middle of the road and were crushed to pieces by passing vehicles. They ran all the way to the base of the city wall. In fact, the base of the city wall is no longer there, but they still call it that. These
Over the years, the city gradually expanded, crumbling walls reinforced the walls of other houses, and some new order was established.
My mother's stall was overturned by the urban management, and the oil pan was smashed with a brick by the urban management. A big hole was made, and the hot oil splashed into her mouth and face. Mother's tongue caused a blister as big as an egg, and half of her face was burned to pieces.
on the ground
It was a mess, my mother was rolling on the floor in pain, and my sister was crying loudly.
The urban management officers walked away, but they did not see the hatred and anger in the eyes of a silent young man.
My mother was sent to the hospital and had difficulty eating. She lay in bed for half a year before she recovered. With the mediation of the village committee, the urban management paid some compensation. After she was discharged from the hospital, my mother lost weight. Because her face was disfigured, she had to leave her home.
She couldn't even go out, she was depressed all day long, and a year later she suffered a stroke and passed away. My sister said that my mother was so angry that she didn't understand why she was not allowed to sell vegetables after selling vegetables under the city wall for twenty years.
Is the cleanliness of the city more important than the people's right to make a living?
After graduating from college, Chen Guang entered a newspaper as an intern. His colleague Wang Wentao was a very experienced reporter who loved Taekwondo. Wang Wentao encouraged him to practice together. Chen Guang was very talented in martial arts and had amazing jumping ability. He once won the high jump championship in college.
Within a few months, Chen Guang was able to perform some difficult Taekwondo moves, such as somersaults and butterfly kicks.
Wang Wentao: My purpose in learning Taekwondo is to defend myself. I don’t know how to draw a sword to help when the road is rough.
Chen Guang: Is it dangerous to be a reporter?
Wang Wentao: Being a reporter is not dangerous, but being a conscientious reporter is very dangerous. Sometimes you will be beaten and even arrested.
Chen Guang: Isn’t conscience the minimum morality a journalist should possess?
Wang Wentao: What kind of ethics? You have to keep your job first, right? Some things cannot be written or reported.
Chen Guang: What are they? I have just entered this industry and I have a lot to learn. Please teach me.
Wang Wentao: Abroad, a disaster news can spread around the world in ten minutes, but for us, there are some things that can silence 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 Guangruo nodded with understanding.
Chen Guang worked as an editor for three months, and the newspaper leader decided to let him do news reporting. Wang Wentao took him out in an old jeep to collect news. His first report was the incident of the urban management slapping an old man selling sweet potatoes. This report quickly
It caused a sensation and was reprinted by the Internet and domestic and foreign news media. It became the focus of current affairs for a while. Relevant departments were worried about the negative impact and ordered all media to ban the expansion of the matter. However, Chen Guang rose to the occasion. When he published "The Charcoal Seller"
When he was rewritten as "The Potato Seller" and prepared to be published in the newspaper, the newspaper leaders decisively suspended him.
Chen Guang's mother worked hard to raise him and sent him to college through frugality. Her mother taught him to be a truth teller, but he was suspended from his job by the newspaper boss for telling the truth. How could he believe this?
Does justice and truth still exist in the world?
He drove home in a broken jeep where Wang Wentao usually worked as an editor. The door of his home was closed, his parents had passed away, and his sister had married away from home. When he pushed the door open, old memories came to his mind, and a feeling of desolation filled his heart.
When the ideal building in his heart collapsed, he stood up in the dust.
He has never felt like he does now that the content in newspapers and TV is so artificial, and the reports that praise virtues are so disgusting. Does he want to write things against his will for the rest of his life?
He wanted to take off other people's masks, and finally took off the mask himself.
The next day, he held on to a tree on the shore, feeling as calm as the pond beside the tree.
At that moment, he thought of killing someone.
He bought a fire ax and a life-saving knife at a store selling fire-fighting equipment, and purchased hoods, shoes, gloves and other crime tools at a CS model store.
Reporters have the ability to track and investigate. He parked his car in a dark place and saw the urban management deputy captain walking out of the hotel drunkenly. He drove to follow him. When the deputy captain peed on the roadside, he stopped the car and exchanged greetings with the deputy captain.
, claiming to give him a ride. The deputy captain recognized this reporter who had interviewed him, so he burped and got into the car. The drunk deputy captain actually fell asleep in the car, and when he woke up, he found himself in a dark room.
In the house, there was a strong dog leash around his neck.
The deputy captain was half awake, yelling and trying hard to break free. The dog chain was tightly wrapped around his neck, with a copper lock hanging on it, and the other end was locked on an old lathe.
In the darkness, a man walked toward him with a fire ax in his hand.
The deputy captain was shocked and shouted: Where are you and what do you do?
Chen Guang asked coldly: What are the characteristics of animals?
The deputy captain glanced at the ax in his hand and said in horror: I don't know.
Chen Guang: There is no humanity. The characteristic of animals is that they have no humanity.
Chen Guangla turned on the light, he wanted the deputy captain to see him clearly.
Chen Guang asked: Do you know who I am?
The vice-captain shook his head and said: You must have recognized the wrong person. I have never seen you. There is no enmity between us.
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.
Realizing his dangerous situation, the vice-captain suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy. He took out his wallet and wrote the password on his bank card, begging Chen Guang to spare his life.
Chen Guang said: You think small businessmen and hawkers have no dignity and you can trample them into the mud. In fact, they keep lowering their heads, and then lower them, all the way to the humble ground. They live like this and survive like this. They grovel.
, smiling pitifully, shivering with cold in the cold windy streets, sweating profusely under the sun, just to earn food for the family, just to survive. Do you hear the wind blowing outside? You
Have you heard of the wind that shuttles through the woods? Those roaring winds, those winds that bring heavy rain, those winds that are as angry as lions on the earth. Close your eyes and listen carefully, you deaf! Those winds that usually appear in front of you
I want to kill you, you beast! I want to kill you for them, for the old man selling sweet potatoes, and for my dead mother!
The police later inspected Chen Guang's home. Although the blood stains on the ground had been cleaned, they could determine through technical means that this was the first murder scene.
There were several sacks in front of the fence, filled with rose petals. Every late autumn, the wild rose flowers all over the mountains and fields withered, and the ground was as red as blood. The villagers stepped on the thick rose petals that were sunken to their ankles, and the rich fragrance
The fragrance of flowers sometimes makes people bend over and vomit. The beautiful rose flowers become garbage. The country people pile up the petals in front of and behind the houses in the village, put them into sacks, and throw them away like garbage.
Chen Guang's body dumping process and the subsequent two murder cases were similar to what the special case team analyzed, and the case was settled.
The Rose Killer was arrested. Although the case was solved, there is still a mystery that remains unsolved.
Chen Guang's lost recording pen was never found. During the interrogation, he claimed that the recording pen contained some work interview materials, but no one in the special case team believed it. They believed that there should be some important secret hidden in the recording pen.
Secretary Jiao fulfilled his promise and awarded a reward of 300,000 yuan to the flower shop girl who reported meritorious services. In addition, the leaders of the Construction Bureau and the Municipal Management Office also gave the flower seller a reward of 20,000 yuan.
When the special case team left, Pudding and Secretary Jiao drove them to the airport. In the car, they talked about the case.
Pudding: The Rose Killer didn't have a lot of heads and six arms. Our special case team didn't come in handy, so he was arrested.
Secretary Jiao: Little Pudding, if you work hard, Professor Liang will definitely reuse you in the future.
Pudding Says: When do I become an official Special Case Squad officer?
Professor Liang changed the topic: The murderer was caught by accident.
Hualong: When will Chen Guang be sentenced?
Su Mei: It has been handed over to the court for trial. After the verdict is pronounced, the death penalty will be executed.
Bao Zhan: Actually, I think it’s more like he took the initiative to surrender.
Professor Liang coughed and said: Xiaobao, the person has been caught, why are you talking about this?
Bao Zhan shut his mouth, and the few people in the car were bored.
Pudding turned on the radio and what was playing was a program asking for songs and blessings:
Hello, Director Wang of the Personnel Bureau, on the occasion of your sixtieth birthday, your eldest daughter Wang Xiaoying, director of the Municipal Finance Bureau, your eldest son-in-law Li Gekui, deputy director of the Municipal Transportation Bureau, your second daughter Wang Xiaoxia, director of the Family Planning Bureau, and your second son-in-law, deputy director of the Central Hospital
Chang Guo Liang, my son Wang Xiaofei, chief of the Quality Inspection Section of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, my daughter-in-law Zhang Ning, director of the Municipal Women’s Federation, and your only son Wang Xiaoshuai, deputy monitor of the Experimental Primary School in Sun City, will play a song for you and wish you a happy birthday. Please follow.
Listen to the song on demand: "What a Big Tree"...
Everyone listened to the song quietly. At the intersection not far away, a sugarcane vendor was shouting to passers-by with his hands in his sleeves and his voice at the top of his lungs.
Three months later, Pudding called the special case team and said that the recording pen had been found.
The night before Chen Guang was executed, he took the initiative to confess something. Because the execution order had been issued, it was impossible to obtain leniency by confessing anything. Before he died, he told the police an address. Pudding brought a
When the team police went there, they found that it was a wild field with many dried rose petals scattered on the ground. There was a sealed iron box buried under the petals, with a recording pen inside.
Professor Liang asked: What is the audio content in the recording pen?
Pudding: There was a girl mentioned in the recording, and I didn't know whether I should play 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 happened to pass by on a tricycle full of flowers. You threw all the flowers on the ground and used the tricycle to take my mother to the hospital.
At that time, my sister and I were only busy taking care of our mother, and we didn't even have time to say thank you to you.
I have not been in love during my four years in college. I feel that all girls are not as beautiful as you.
I often pass by your flower shop just to take a look at you.
I saw you in a white dress lowering your head to smell a red flower, I saw you humming a song while cleaning in the store, I saw you smiling at customers, I saw you tying ribbons on roses, I saw you teasing a stray cat,
I saw you writing EVOL on the glass door of the flower shop. Maybe you have forgotten those few letters you wrote accidentally, it was a long time ago.
But, I always remember.
It was a season when roses were in full bloom. I walked through the door of your flower shop and you wrote EVOL on the glass door. Our eyes met and we saw each other at the same time, but we did not forget at the same time. Maybe, I am just the one in front of your door.
A passer-by. But you have taken root in my heart as deeply as a rose.
I don't even know your name, and you won't know mine.
I still can't muster the courage to open the door and walk into your store.
I am very introverted and have a very low self-esteem. Every time I pass by your door, my heart is pounding. When I see your figure, I become short of breath. I feel that approaching you is like approaching a garden. A lot.
This time, I want to open your door and buy a bouquet of flowers like other customers.
Sometimes I think boldly, I walk into your store and buy a bouquet of roses.
You wrapped the flowers and asked me with a smile: Are they for your girlfriend?
I handed you the rose and said: This is for you.
To me, your flower shop is like the door to heaven. The closer I get, the slower my pace becomes. After a few hesitations, I will lose courage and I don’t understand what is going on. Even if I have the courage to do it next time
Courage, when I got to the door, I felt that I could no longer move forward. The fierce inner struggle was no less than a world war. Can you understand it?
Maybe, rose is more suitable for me.
I can give you a hundred memories of roses, but I don’t have the courage to give you a bouquet of roses.
One day, I saw you had a boyfriend... and I heard you complaining about having no money to buy a house.
Bless you, that's all I can do.
You don't know, I cried.
You don't know what I've done for you.
No matter how time passes, how the years change, no matter how the roses bloom and wither, no matter how prosperous the city is, no matter the sea changes, no matter I am dead or alive, you will never know, on the corner of the street, under the street light
, in the rain, there was a lonely man who loved you like this...
