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
Chapter completed!