Standing on the side of the road outside Central Park, Xu An held the newspaper and was speechless for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kelly in the photo frame smiled unscrupulously, the woman with the recorder with tears on her face, and the drunken Lance was like a walking corpse, and the faces slid through Xu An's mind, which made him feel a lot of emotion.

Life is like this, you never know whether the next moment will be a surprise or a disaster, just like the office worker with a sad face on the side of the road, maybe when he enters the office, he will be notified of a promotion and a salary increase, and the skateboarder boy who laughs and whizzes by may fall next!

Thinking of this, Xu An looked down at his longboard, stepped on it with a step, and with a sudden force, the fiery red longboard suddenly galloped out.

Whether it's a surprise or an accident, life always goes on, doesn't it?

Back in the apartment, Xu An sat at the desk, holding the pen, and the pen was flying.

He felt a boulder in his chest, which weighed people down, and this suffocation pressed him to can't wait to write "Lovely Bones", he hoped that Kelly and Ms. Natasha, who were far away in heaven, could see this book, and he hoped that Mr. Lance, who was sinking again, could see this book, and he hoped that all those who had been sad could know that lovely girl, Susie......

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Since three days ago, the atmosphere in the Heline community has become tense, with police cars flashing with police lights, police officers with loaded guns, and media reporters who seem to have been beaten around the cordon, catching every stranger who is not a companion around them to ask questions, and the faces of community residents are full of fear and excitement that cannot be concealed, yes, excitement! It's as if there is such a vicious criminal hiding at the doorstep, and it is a thing to brag about that he has been spared from suffering.

When Xu An came here, he saw such a scene on the street, the door of Ms. Natasha's house was closed, and there were a few unwilling reporters guarding the door, while their neighbor's house was surrounded by a police cordon, and from the outside, you could see that many police officers were busy, and even some people were digging the soil in the garden, and there were many people outside who were paying attention to them, probably thinking that there would be rotting corpses under the soil?

With cameras and long guns and short guns, Xu An looked at his former peers and found that some of them were eagerly looking for the target of the interview, and some of them were excited but not satisfied because they had some information, but none of them showed sad or sad expressions.

There is no grief for the deceased on their faces, no respect for death, no passing souls, no collapsed families, and they can't arouse any sympathy for them.

Is it none of my business? Or is it an indifference to life?

Xu An suddenly felt a little sad, feeling sorry for these former colleagues, for himself, for him to be one of these people!

"Sir, are you their neighbor?" A freckled boy stood in front of Xu An, Xu An noticed that his badge had the words "intern reporter" written on it, and behind him, an equally young cameraman followed, "I'm an intern reporter for "Good Night, New York", can you talk to us about your opinion on this matter?" Do you know the Lances? What kind of person is that girl named Kai, Carey or Kelly? There are so many young girls in the community, why did the murderer choose her? Is there any story between them......"

Listening to these more and more marginal words, Xu An's face became more and more ugly, and finally he couldn't help grabbing the clothes of the unlucky reporter in front of him, and roared viciously: "****! Shut your dog's mouth! If you dare to say another word, I will definitely knock out your teeth, and if you don't believe me, give it to me! ”

The sudden rough treatment did not frighten the freckled boy, he only flinched slightly, and then became excited, and at the same time, the photographer quickly pointed the camera at Xu An.

"You're angry? Can you tell me why? For that girl? Or is it the same ...... Murderer? Are you friends? ”

With almost perfect psychological quality and first-class professionalism, Xu An has to admit that these two guys may soon become regular employees!

Xu An is not interested in continuing to entangle with the other party, there are such people everywhere, doing everything they can for the sake of news materials, for them, what is it to be grabbed by someone's clothes?! He said in disgust, "Fuck off, boy, I'm so ashamed that I was once like you!" After speaking, Xu An pushed the intern reporter away, turned around and prepared to leave here.

Xu An remembers that when he was at Columbia University, the professor once discussed an issue with everyone, the professional ethics and social conscience of journalists, this is a selective topic, broad and flexible, everyone has their own opinions, and the professor has no specific standards, the topic itself is biased to discuss the issue between the authenticity of the news and personal emotions, and it is also a difficult problem that has always existed in the news industry, rational choice and conscience impulse!

In the press circles, which are becoming more and more anxious for quick success, this is actually not a problem for a long time, and those who have conscience and impulses have been eliminated, and those who know how to make rational choices can enter the house.

In just a few months of participating in the work, Xu An has seen too many desperate things in pursuit of exclusivity and timeliness, privacy, law and even conscience, what is it in the face of career progress?

For the first time, Xu An became disgusted with this smoky industry.

Perhaps, leaving the New York Times altogether is a good choice? Xu An shook his head, the door of Ms. Natalie's house was closed, he was ready to leave here, everything here made people feel depressed and angry.

The former home of the deceased should not be treated as such.

Turning around, Xu An slowly walked towards the corner of the street, he kicked up a stone with some irritability, watching the stone quickly cross an arc and hit the trunk of a tree on the corner of the street, and then, he was surprised to find that there was a person hiding behind the tree!

Xu An raised his eyebrows and walked towards the man.

The person behind the tree also found Xu An, and after taking a closer look at Xu An, he walked out from behind the tree, took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and said, "Hello, Mr. Reporter, I'm Lance." ”

"Hello, Xu An." Xu An looked at the man in front of him, if it weren't for the overwhelming photos in the newspaper, would he have associated him with the drunkard who had been hit with a butt that day, although there was sadness in his eyes that could not be dissolved, he was no longer decadent.

Lance touched the place on his head that Xu An had smashed with a shotgun, and smiled bitterly: "Do you need an exclusive interview?" ”

In fact, after the murder case was solved, Lance did not accept any media interviews, all the information in the newspaper was inquired by reporters from the community or the police station, and now everyone is looking for the protagonist of the case, Lance and the murderer, but unfortunately one of the two is hiding, and the other is strictly guarded by the police and cannot be interviewed.

Several large media outlets have offered a lot of money to get an exclusive interview with Lance, but they have all been rejected by Lance, if Xu An is still an intern at the New York Times, and can get an interview with Lance, the editor-in-chief is happy and may even let him officially join.

"I've long since stopped being a journalist." Xu An glanced back at his former peers and said with some disgust, "How about a cup of coffee together?" Mr. Lance, I have something to show you. ”

"That's what I mean!" Lance nodded, "I think I need to say thank you, if it weren't for your rifle butt, I might still be drunk and dead, and that damn murderer will continue to get away with it, and maybe more people will be hurt." ”

"Ha, you don't blame me for being too ruthless!"