◎Chapter 15 Rose’s Past

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?
To be continued...