◎Chapter 15 The Past of Rose

The Rose Killer was caught, and news quickly spread within the police. Everyone felt very strange that the Rose Killer had a superb modus operandi and killed people cleanly, and the three homicides showed that he was a thoughtful person. This murderer who killed people in the downtown area without even leaving fingerprints, this kung fu master who can kick five footprints on the wall, went to a flower shop to pick quarrels and provoke trouble after drinking, and was sent to the public security bureau by the flower girl.

At that time, the policeman who made the record reported to the leader like this:

I don't think it's an accident to catch this guy, it's an inevitable result, and if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and the legal net will be restored, and you will not miss it. Under the strong policy attack, forced by the deterrence of the law and my perseverance in the interrogation, his psychological defense line was finally broken, and he confessed all the facts of the murder and murder, and confessed to the three murder cases.

The special case team also interrogated the Rose Killer, and Secretary Jiao and Little Pudding participated in the hearing.

Sitting in front of them was a handsome young man, dressed in casual sportswear, with marks of a beaten face and handcuffs and leg irons, which is also the treatment of felons. He looked calm, there was no trace of panic in his eyes, his face was angular, and although he was in prison, he was magnificent.

Prof. Leung: Name?

Rose Killer: Chen Guang.

Prof. Leung: Age?

Chen Guang: Twenty-two years old.

Prof. Leung: Career?

Chen Guang: Reporter......

Our childhood was always on the path of wildflowers.

Our teenagers always walk in dimly lit alleys.

Chen Guang's home is in the suburbs, and four red-brick bungalows are located in the depths of a hundred flowers. Roses grow in front of the yard fence, beside the haystacks, by the pond, and on the roof of the hydropower station. This wild rose grows so vigorously that the villagers have to prune the branches with a wood knife every year, otherwise the rose will spread across the yard and grow into the halls and wings.

His father was a worker in a cold-rolled mill who worked for a long time in a workshop covered with iron filings, and later died of lung disease.

His mother sold Caihe, a deep-fried street food, which came in the wind and went in the rain, 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 I don't go to school, I have to pull a rack car to the city to sell breakfast before dawn. With his mother in the middle, he and his sister on either side, the three of them pulled the cart and walked up to the old asphalt road in the countryside, where roses bloomed, the morning light opened on the horizon, and the water surface of the pond was covered with a layer of light smoke, all of which had nothing to do with poetry. Their carts were loaded with noodles, oil, leeks, vermicelli, maza, small tables, stoves and pots, bamboo poles, and plastic sheeting.

The two children set up a small table and a mazar under the old city wall, set up bamboo poles, and put on plastic sheets.

Mother and noodles, wrapped leek vermicelli, rolled into cakes, put in an oil pan, fried and then taken out and placed on an iron shelf. From dawn to noon, although there are many diners, it is a small business with little income.

Following his mother to sell vegetables, 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 vanity, he has developed an inferior and introverted character, is taciturn, and rarely has a happy moment. This restless child on the street will always remember what his mother said: Xiaoguang, if you are admitted to university in the future, you don't have to follow the vegetable zygote. This became the original motivation for him to be angry and strong, he wanted to get rid of this dilemma of life, and later, he was admitted to a communication university.

My sister married in a small border town far away, and my sister and brother-in-law were selling vegetables on another street in that city.

The poor second generation continues to be poor, the rich second generation continues to be wealthy, and the second generation of officials continues to be powerful.

When Chen Guang sees scrambled eggs, he sometimes thinks of his sister. When I was a child, I couldn't even afford to eat eggs in that 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 went to see if the chickens laid eggs every day, and the sister was sensible, so she had to set aside half a plate for her mother after scrambling a plate of eggs, and the rest was for her younger brother to eat, Chen Guang devoured it in a few bites.

My sister swallowed her saliva so much that she picked up the steamed bun and took a bite of it fiercely, and then ate a bite of green onions, choking on tears and tears.

The siblings have a deep affection, but sometimes they also get into fights and pull each other's hair.

My sister said, "Let go of your hand."

The younger brother said, "I won't let go."

My sister said: Don't look for scolding.

The younger brother scolded viciously: I × your mother.

My sister glared and said, "Whatever."

The mother smiled and stepped forward to pull the two children apart. At that time, my father was not dead, and my father loved to drink, and as time went by, he accumulated a lot of wine bottles. Every once in a while, the sister and brother carried the wine bottles in woven bags to the scrapyard to sell them, and the sister's money was reluctant to spend, so she saved it into a canned bottle, and Chen Guang's money was used to buy books.

Later, the father died, and the mother worked hard to pull the two children to grow up.

One day, my mother said to my sister: Nizi, you are not young anymore, it's time to get married, don't take the university entrance examination.

My sister said, "Mom, I'm still young, I want to go to college."

The mother said with a sad face: Two children, I can't afford it, the bride price money for your marriage is just to pay Xiaoguang's tuition.

My sister said: I ...... Why is my life so miserable?

On the day my brother was admitted to college, the sister and brother went to the city together to tell the good news to their mother, who was selling vegetables. They ran all the way, excitedly out of the village, where the roses had stretched out into the pond and spread on the water. They ran across the asphalt roads in the countryside, and the roses on both sides of the road spread into the middle of the road, and were run over by passing cars, and they ran all the way to the base of the city wall. In fact, the roots of the city wall are no longer there, but they still call it that. Over the years, the city gradually expanded, the collapsed walls reinforced the walls of other houses, and some new order was established.

The mother's stall was overturned by the chengguan, and the oil pot was smashed into a big hole by the chengguan with bricks, and the hot oil splashed right on her mouth and face. The mother's tongue was scalded with a blister the size of an egg, and half of her face was burned to the point that her skin was peeled open.

Ground

It was a mess, and my mother was rolling on the ground in pain, and my sister was crying.

The chengguan walked away, and they didn't see the hatred and anger in the eyes of a silent teenager.

The mother was admitted to the hospital, where she had difficulty eating and drinking, and she was bedridden for half a year before she recovered. With the mediation of the village committee, the chengguan compensated some money. After being discharged from the hospital, my mother was emaciated, because of her disfigured face, she didn't even go out of the house, she was depressed all day, and died of a stroke a year later. My sister said that her mother was angry, and she didn't understand why she didn't let her sell vegetables under the city wall for 20 years.

Is the cleanliness of the city more important than the right of ordinary people to earn a living?

After graduating from university, Chen Guang joined a newspaper as an intern. My colleague Wang Wentao is a very experienced journalist who usually loves taekwondo. Wang Wentao encouraged him to practice together, and Chen Guang was very talented in martial arts, with amazing jumping ability, and won the high jump championship in college, and in a few months, Chen Guang was able to perform some difficult taekwondo moves, such as somersaults and butterfly legs.

Wang Wentao: The purpose of learning taekwondo is to defend myself, and I don't know what to do when the road is uneven.

Chen Guang: Is it dangerous to be a journalist?

Wang Wentao: It's not dangerous to be a journalist, but it's dangerous to be a journalist with a conscience, and sometimes you will be beaten and arrested.

Chen Guang: Isn't conscience the minimum morality that a journalist should have?

Wang Wentao: What kind of morality, you have to keep your job first, right? There are some things that cannot be written or reported.

Chen Guang: What are they? I'm new to this industry, and there's a lot to learn, so teach me.

Wang Wentao: In foreign countries, a piece of disaster news can spread around the world in 10 minutes, but we can make all the news media shut up in 10 minutes.

Chen Guang: Can you be specific?

Wang Wentao mysteriously said a number, a person's name, and a four-character file name.

Chen Guang nodded thoughtfully.

Chen Guang worked as an editor for three months, and the newspaper leaders decided to let him do news interviews. Wang Wentao drove an old jeep and took him out to collect and edit news, and his first report was that the chengguan slapped the old man who sold sweet potatoes. The report quickly became a sensation, and was reprinted on the Internet and by domestic and foreign news media, and became the focus of current affairs for a while. Fearing the negative impact, the relevant departments ordered the media to prohibit the expansion of the matter, but Chen Guang rose to the wind, and when he rewrote "The Coal Seller" as "The Potato Seller" and prepared to publish it in the newspaper, the newspaper leaders resolutely suspended him from his post.

Chen Guang's mother worked hard to raise him Chéng Rén, saving money to send him to the university. His 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 home in a broken jeep that Wang Wentao usually did as an editor, the door of the house was closed, his parents died, his sister married away from home, pushed the door in, and the memories of the old days came flooding into his heart, and a bleak feeling permeated his heart.

When the ideal edifice in his heart collapsed, he stood up in the dust.

He had never felt so pretentious as he did now, how disgusting those reports that sang the praises of virtue, and how disgusting were those reports that sang the praises of virtue, and that he was going to write a lifetime of disobedient words?

He wanted to remove someone else's mask, and eventually removed the mask himself.

The next day, he held on to a tree on the shore, and his mood was as calm as a pond next to the tree.

At that moment, he thought of killing.

He bought a fire axe and a life knife at a store that sold firefighting equipment, and a CS model store bought a hood, shoes, gloves and other tools for committing crimes.

The reporter had the ability to track and investigate, he parked the car in the dark and saw the deputy captain of the chengguan walking out of the hotel drunk. He drove to follow, and when the vice-captain was peeing on the side of the road, he stopped the car, exchanged a few words with the vice-captain, and claimed to give him a ride. The vice-captain recognized that the reporter had interviewed him, so he got into the car with a full hiccups. The drunk vice-captain fell asleep in the car and woke up to find himself in a dark house with a sturdy dog leash around his neck.

The vice-captain was halfway awake, yelling, and struggling to break free, the leash firmly around his neck, with a brass lock hanging from it, and the other end locked to an old lathe.

In the darkness, a man approached him with a fire axe in his hand.

The vice-captain was shocked and shouted: Where is this, what are you doing?

Chen Guang asked coldly: What are the characteristics of animals?

The vice-captain glanced at the axe in his hand and said in horror: I don't know.

Chen Guang: There is no humanity, and the characteristic of animals is that they have no humanity.

Chen Guang turned on the light, he wanted the deputy captain to see himself 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 haven't seen you, and we have no grievances.

Chen Guang said: I am the child of a mother who was beaten by you, and now that I have grown up, I will always remember your face.

Realizing his dangerous situation, the vice-captain suddenly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, took out his wallet and wrote the password on the bank card, only begging Chen Guang to spare his life.

Chen Guang said: You think that small traders and hawkers have no dignity and can trample them in the mud, in fact, they keep their heads down, and then lower, all the way to the humble ground, and live like this, and survive like this. They groveled, laughed pitifully, shivered in the cold streets, sweated in the sun, just to earn food for their families, just to survive. Do you hear the wind blowing outside? Have you ever heard the wind blowing through the trees? The winds that roar, the winds that bring torrential rains, the winds that rage like lions on the earth, close your eyes and listen carefully, you deaf! Those little grasses that are usually insignificant in your eyes, those fart people, I want to do it for them, I want to do it for the old man who sells sweet potatoes, I want to kill you for my deceased mother, you brute!

The police later inspected Chen Guang's home, and although the blood stains on the ground had been cleaned, it could be determined through technical means that this was the first murder scene.

In front of the fence are several sacks containing rose petals. In late autumn, the wild roses all over the mountains wither, the ground is as red as blood, and the villagers step on the thick petals of the roses that sink deep into their necks, and the rich fragrance of the flowers sometimes makes people bend down and vomit. The beautiful roses became garbage, and the countrymen piled up the petals behind the houses in front of the village, put them in sacks, and threw them away like garbage.

Chen Guang's process of dumping the body and the two subsequent homicide cases were similar to those analyzed by the special case team, and the dust of this case was settled.

The Rose Killer is caught, and although the case is solved, there is still a mystery unsolved.

Chen Guang's lost voice recorder was never found, and he said during the interrogation that the voice recorder contained some work interview materials, but no one in the special case team believed it, and they thought that the voice recorder should be hiding some important secrets.

Secretary Jiao fulfilled his promise and awarded a bounty of 300,000 yuan to the flower shop girl who reported the meritorious service. In addition, the leaders of the Construction Bureau and the Municipal Management Office also gave the flower girl 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 three heads and six arms, and our special case team didn't come in handy, so he was caught.

Secretary Jiao: Little Pudding, you do a good job, Professor Liang will definitely reuse you in the future.

Pudding said: When will I become an official special task force officer?

Professor Liang changed the subject: The arrest of this murderer was an accident.

Drawing Dragon: When will Chen Guang be sentenced?

Su Mei: It has been handed over to the court for trial, and after the verdict is pronounced, the death penalty will be carried out.

Bao Shu: Actually, I think it's more like he voluntarily surrendered.

Professor Liang coughed and said, "Xiaobao, the person has been caught, why are you still talking about this?"

Bao Shu closed his mouth, and several people in the car were bored.

Pudding turned on the radio, and a program of song blessings was played:

Hello Director Wang of the Personnel Bureau, on the occasion of your 60th birthday, your eldest daughter Wang Xiao, director of the Municipal Finance Bureau, Li Gekui, deputy director of the Municipal Transportation Bureau, Wang Xiaoxia, director of the Family Planning Bureau of the second daughter, Guo Liang, vice president of the Central Hospital of the second son-in-law, Wang Xiaofei, chief of the quality inspection section of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, Zhang Ning, director of the Municipal Women's Federation, and Wang Xiaoshuai, the deputy head of the Experimental Primary School of the City Experimental Primary School, your only little grandson, will play a song for you and wish you a happy birthday. Listen to the on-demand song below: "What a Big Tree......

Everyone listened to the song quietly, and at the intersection not far away, the sugarcane vendor was shouting at passers-by with his hands in his sleeves and shouting at the top of his voice.

Three months later, Pudding called the special case team to say that the voice recorder had been found.

The night before Chen Guang was executed, he took the initiative to confess another thing. Because the execution order has been given, it is impossible to obtain leniency for anything to be confessed. Before he died, he told the police an address. Pudding went with a team of police officers to find it a field with many dried rose petals scattered on the ground, and a sealed tin box with a voice recorder buried under the petals.

Professor Leung asked: What is the audio content in the voice recorder?

Pudding: There's a girl mentioned in the recording, and I don't know if I should put those words on her or not.

The audio reads as follows:

You may forget that a few years ago, my mother burned and collapsed on the street. You happened to pass by on a tricycle full of flowers, and you threw all the flowers on the ground and took my mother to the hospital on the tricycle, when my sister and I were so busy taking care of my mother that we didn't even have time to say thank you.

In the four years of college, I didn't fall in love, and I think that all girls are not as beautiful as you.

I often pass by the door of your flower shop, just to catch a glimpse of you.

I saw you in a white dress and lowered your head to smell a red flower, I saw you humming a song and cleaning in the shop, I saw you smile at customers, I saw you tie a ribbon to a rose, I saw you tease a stray cat, I saw you write EVOL on the glass door of a flower shop, those letters you wrote unintentionally, maybe you have forgotten it, it was a long time ago.

However, I always remembered.

It was the season of roses, and I walked past the door of your flower shop, and you wrote EVOL on the glass door, and our eyes met, and we saw each other at the same time, but did not forget at the same time. Perhaps, I'm just a passer-by in front of your door. And you, like a rose, have been deeply rooted in my heart.

I don't even know your name, and you won't know mine.

I never mustered up the courage to open the door and walk into your shop.

I am very introverted and have a terrible low self-esteem, every time I pass by your door, my heart is pounding, I will be short of breath when I see your figure, I feel that approaching you is like approaching a garden. Many times, I want to push your door open and buy a bouquet of flowers just like any other customer.

Sometimes I'll be bold enough to think like this, I walk into your shop and buy a bouquet of roses.

You wrap the flowers, smile and ask me, "Is it for your girlfriend?"

I handed you the roses and said, "This is for you."

For me, your flower shop is like the gate of heaven, the closer I get, the slower my pace becomes, and after a few hesitations, I lose my courage and I don't understand what is going on. Even if I muster up the courage next time, I feel like I can't move forward anymore when I get to the door. That kind of fierce inner struggle is no less than a world war, can you understand it?

Perhaps, Rose is a better fit 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 that you had a boyfriend...... I hear you complaining about not having the money to buy a house.

Bless you, that's all I can do.

You don't know, I'm crying.

You don't know, what I've done for you.

No matter how time passes, how the years change, no matter how the roses open and thank, thank you and open, no matter how prosperous the city flows, no matter the sea changes, whether I am dead or alive, you will never know, on the corner of the street, under the streetlight, in the rain, there is a lonely man who has loved you like this......