In the evening, a café in the Heline neighborhood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lance sat by the window, covering his face and weeping bitterly, and on the table in front of him lay a stack of handwritten manuscripts.

His wife poured him a glass of water, and he stroked the little bicycle, the little ballet shoes, the little flower basket and the little thimble on the bracelet with his fingers, and as he touched it, he lifted the silver bracelet stained with mud, and his wife put down the glass in her hand.

'This little girl must be growing up now,' she said.

Pretty much.

Not really.

I wish you all happiness......"

"I would like to give this book to Susie and Kelly, who are far away in heaven, that they can become good friends with each other and talk about everything; To the brave Ms. Natasha, who will now have two daughters by her side; To all families who have suffered misfortune, and I wish all to stay away from grief. ”

Xu An, in the early morning of September 19, 2001, completed a bachelor apartment in Manhattan. ”

Lance wiped tears from his face as he shuddered and pulled out a purple bow crystal hairpin from his jacket pocket.

Looking at this beautiful Swarovski hairpin, Lance's heart flutters, this is a gift from his wife to his daughter last Christmas, and it is also a relic left at the crime scene after Kelly's murder.

Stroking the hairpin on his hand, Lance seemed to return to the days when a family of three lived together, although the life was not too rich, but it was very stable, he used to think that it was like water, but now he understands that it is actually the taste of happiness.

Pity......

The coffee in the cup was already cold, and Lance sat there without moving, until the waiter couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but come over.

"Sir, do you need help?" The young waiter asked in a whisper, he had been paying attention to this guest for a long time, the other party had been sitting here since the morning, at first it was two people, the young guest left quickly, and the remaining guest held a stack of manuscripts and read it for a long time, and he didn't even eat lunch, and the more he looked at it, the more sad he became, and finally he cried sadly!

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry!" When Lance woke up from his memories, he cleaned up his mood and said hoarsely, "Help me with another glass of iced mocha, thank you." ”

"Okay, wait a minute." The waiter withdrew his gaze from the manuscript and held back the curiosity in his heart, these days, such a thick handwritten manuscript is rare, and there are often people writing in the café, but generally on laptops, and few people use pens to write so many things.

After the waiter left, Lance carefully sorted out the tear-soaked manuscript with a tissue, and asked the waiter for a newspaper to wrap the manuscript, which he wrapped very carefully, as if he were handling some treasure.

After putting the manuscript away, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xu An:

"Thank you!"

After thinking about it for a while, he edited another message and sent it over, "Ann, have you found a publisher for this book?" Well, I'm sorry, I think, there should be more people like me who need a book like this. ”

Then, he drank the iced coffee he had just been served and strode out of the café.

…………

There are still a lot of reporters lingering in the Helane community, the serial murders in Queens are hot news in the whole of New York in recent days, almost all the media have published photos of the Lance family of three, the tragic murder of the daughter and mother, and the father who caught the murderer and successfully avenged the father, in the eyes of the media, there is simply no more attractive gimmick than this.

So when Lance showed up at the door, he was unsurprisingly stopped.

"Mr. Lance, what is your mood now?"

“…… It is said that you have been neighbors with the murderer for two years, and you have not noticed anything abnormal? ”

“…… Can you tell us about what kind of person the murderer usually is? ”

Long guns and short cannons, flashing lights, I didn't know and thought this was the scene of the press conference, Lance pursed his lips tightly, pushed away the reporters and photographers around him, and opened the door and entered the house without saying a word.

Although they didn't get even a word, the reporters at the door still didn't give up, hula and cheered around the door, and some even knocked on the door hard.

Just when the reporters thought that Lance would ignore them, the door suddenly opened, and the reporter closest to the door could not control himself and fell to the ground.

"Oh~~" "God! ”

Before the reporter could react, he heard a gasping sound, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Lance holding a double-barreled shotgun and pointing at everyone with a cold face.

"Get out of my house, immediately! Right away! Lance said coldly.

Everyone was frightened, breaking into people's homes, legally speaking Lance has the right to shoot, in order to pursue news, some people can constantly lower their bottom line, but few people will not care about their own lives.

Seeing that everyone had exited the confines of the porch, Lance loaded his gun with a click and fired a shot at the floor of the doorway without hesitation.

"Boom!"

After the loud bang, a large hole was blasted out of the wooden floor, and everyone's hearts trembled fiercely, and several female reporters even covered their ears and screamed.

Lance swept around with his shotgun, and all those who were pointed at the muzzle of the gun struggled backwards, for fear of being shot.

", don't let me see you again!" Lance said through gritted teeth, and slammed the door to death.

The frightened reporters looked at each other, to be honest, they were rarely treated so roughly by their interviewees, even if there were many people who were tired of reporters in their hearts, but they did not dare to go too far, the title of uncrowned king of reporters was not called for nothing, and many people were afraid of offending them.

However, Lance was not afraid of this, and after closing the door, he went straight to the second floor.

At this time, he also saw Xu An's message back to him: "Of course it will be published, but the original manuscript is with you, remember to return the original manuscript to me as soon as possible, I am going to find a few publishing houses to try my luck." ”

Lance turned on the computer, put his phone aside, and said to himself: "Ha, if you want to publish, the manuscript can't be published, first of all, you need to have an electronic version of the manuscript......"

Waiting for the computer to turn on, Lance carefully sorted out the manuscript, then opened a document on the computer, and then the room sounded the sound of a crisp keyboard tapping.

"My surname is Shamon, I sound like salmon, my name is Susie, and I was 14 years old when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. Most of the photos of missing girls in the 70's newspapers looked like me: white, taupe-haired...... At that time, people didn't think that there would be murder of a child......"