Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

"Squeak--"

There was a harsh brake, and the ambulance passed the gate of the hospital, but before it stopped, the door was quickly opened, and there was a loud "crash".

There was a lot of people around, and even the patients in the building couldn't help but come out to watch the chaos at the door from a close distance.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" A male voice yelled, breaking the voice, "Rescue! Save people quickly! Close the road! Don't let the reporters follow!"

There was the squeaking noise of the stretcher wheels rubbing against the concrete floor, the heels of the nurses were kicking one after another, and the man's roar into the void turned into a growl at the onlookers who were in the way.

The scene was extremely chaotic and lively.

"Crack-"

However, the man's hysterical roar shocked the summer cicadas in the trees, disturbed the birds resting on the branches, and summoned countless pairs of curious eyes from the hospital window, but it did not threaten the slight sound of the shutter at all.

The crisp sound is like the last countdown signal before the bomb/bomb detonates. The moment it is heard, it means that there is a roar.

2019年7月8日早上8点27分。

"It is reported that Ah Qing, a member of the popular group Lucifer, was sent to Renmin Hospital in Pingjing City at [-]:[-] this morning for emergency treatment. Into the latest developments..."

At five o'clock this morning, Zhong Mingcan received a new email in his mailbox, which contained a compressed package, and the title and text of the email were blank.

In the compressed bag, there are three things.

Lyrics to "A Kid in Sadness".

Kong Qingshan recorded the complete song "A Child in Sadness" with his own radio microphone.

And the final version of his selected self-composed "13.0".

Every task has been completed with all my heart, and it is full of hot and turbulent emotions as always. From the beginning to the present, this good student of Zhong Mingcan has not lost his focus on music, and he is burning. His ambition is very big, it seems to be Want to burn myself, this song, and the whole world to ashes.

how to say?

Meeting Kong Qingshan was a coincidence at the right time and place, and it was also a beautiful accident that was not planned.But it doesn't matter, life is so long, such a small episode can't change any of the established results he should experience.

It wasn't until exactly eight o'clock in the morning that Zhong Mingcan woke up and took the time to look through his work mailbox while washing his eyes in a daze. Finally, he noticed the email named "(no subject)".

"A Child in Sadness"

no one told me why

even i don't know

what do i think about every day

no one to stop me

Even if I disappear from the world

probably no one will remember

tell me why

unbearable weight in life

time slipping away from fingertips

if you love me please tell me

Say you love me before it's too late

i know some things don't always go well

Desperately want to go to heaven

But everyone is waiting for me in hell

I know some people just can't stay

Desperately grabbed the hem of his coat

give me the whole dress as a gift

tell me why

unbearable weight in life

time slipping away from fingertips

if you love me please tell me

Say you love me before it's too late

if i were blind

could have endured the darkness

but you say i'm just

sad child

tell me why

unbearable weight in life

time slipping away from fingertips

if you love me please tell me

Say you love me before it's too late

"What are you looking at? So preoccupied?" Ge Qiao came out of the bedroom rubbing his sleepy eyes. Still sleepy, he leaned forward and plunged into Zhong Mingcan's arms.

"It's nothing, let's see if there is any new work arrangement." Zhong Mingcan hugged him and continued to wipe off the aftershave.

"You are getting busier and busier," Ge Qiao muffled, and complained, "Busier than me."

Zhong Mingcan smiled, looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly said softly: "Then you don't know how much effort I have spent trying to catch up with you."

The person in his arms didn't respond, but Zhong Mingcan felt a little more weight on his body. This person might have fallen asleep standing up.

Zhong Mingcan stood for a while, listening to Ge Qiao's weak and gentle breathing, lowered his head and kissed his hair, and said softly close to his ear: "I'll hold you and go to sleep for another 10 minutes, breakfast will be ready later Shall I call you again?"

8 points.

"A Qing, a member of the popular group Lucifer, is still in emergency rescue. At eight o'clock this morning, the police received a report from a resident of a residential area in Huaibei District. A Qing was found in a coma at home. The police said the cause of the accident was It was gas poisoning, the gas valve in the house was fully opened, and the doors and windows were closed, and it was initially judged as an accident or suicide."

Compared with the calm follow-up and analysis of conscientious reporters, the reactions of netizens are more panicked and weak. After all, they can't see, touch, and can't do anything.

The most famous fans took the lead in reacting.

@Lucifer-Angel's first stop: "I don't believe it."

@阿庆-小甜晗圧 This site: "Fans please stay calm, I believe our little A Qing will be able to survive the danger, this site will also follow up and report on this accident."

@Lucifer的小巴里列: "Oh my god, it was so sudden, how could this happen? Ah Qing is so cheerful, it is impossible to commit suicide. If there is an accident, is there a gas leak in the residential area? I pray that Ah Qing will be fine soon!!"

@kongqingshan 12-year-old wife: "If something happens to Ah Qing, I won't live in the world anymore..."

The gate of Renmin Hospital has returned to its usual calm.

In a place like a hospital where birth, old age, sickness and death are common, any accident will not be regarded as an accident, it is just a little splash after the turmoil, stepping through the door of life and death, that little splash falls into the entire vast sea , disappeared without a trace.

The world goes on and on.

So is life, and so is death.

"The reporter of this site continues to follow up on the Aqing gas poisoning incident: A small group of onlookers has gathered at the main entrance of Renmin Hospital, most of them are young women who claim to be Aqing's fans and come to pray for their idol. Today in Pingjing The temperature in the city has exceeded [-] degrees, I hope fans can treat it rationally, pay attention to their own health, and avoid heatstroke."

The sweltering heat drained away the few faint drops of hope in the hearts of this group of people.

At first there were only one or two sporadic low sobs, but as if they were contagious, the sobs slowly spread, getting farther and louder, and finally, a loud cry broke out from the crowd, and she screamed. Shouted loudly: "Ah Qing! Hold on!!"

The atmosphere sank for a while, and then, like a flood after the dam collapsed, the voices of crying and sobbing disappeared one after another.

"Come on, Ah Qing!!"

"You have to hold on..."

"I will always be here praying for you!!"

"You'll be fine!!"

"Hold on!!"

"I love you!!"

There was a loud bang, and the ground trembled slightly.

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd, some people ran back and forth in a panic, and there was a commotion and chaos.

"Quick! Someone has fainted! Someone has sunstroke!" The shrill female voice was still the one who took the lead just now.

The girl's strength was not strong enough, so they had to beg a few men who were standing aside and staring at the gate of the hospital with a video camera to carry the fainted girl into the emergency room.

Those men were slightly taken aback, then rushed forward as if awakened suddenly, hung the camera around their necks, one helped carry the bag, another handed the water, one helped carry the person, one helped ask the way, and the other helped clear the way and yell, all at once. Foot, escort Zhou Quan, sent her into the "gate of life and death".

Five minutes later, several similar new messages popped up on the homepage of Weibo. In addition to the text, there was also a photo of the red indicator light outside the operating room.

"The latest news on the Aqing gas poisoning incident: The reporter of this site has been allowed to enter the building and is waiting for the results at the door of the operating room. The rescue is still going on..."

When Ge Qiao handed over the public information form for the first half of the year to Assistant Yuan Xiaoyuan, Zheng Xixi was still chatting with colleagues beside her. I became the key training object of the leader, and I was so proud of being favored that I openly took advantage of it!

"Gas poisoning, the process is very painful..."

"It's still unclear whether it was an accident or a suicide. Alas, it's true. There have been reports all over the sky, and none of them have given definite news. It has been more than three hours since the rescue!"

"Actually, it's easy to judge. Wouldn't it be good to see if you took sleeping pills before going to bed? If it's natural sleep, won't you wake up when you smell rotten eggs?"

"Huh? Do you think it's so easy to wake up? Some people have been poisoned and have no strength when they wake up, and they just wait for themselves to suffocate to death. It's even more terrifying!"

"Wow...Really? It's too scary..."

"So, the gas at home must be turned off tightly, or the windows should not be fully closed at night when you go to sleep."

"I have children in my family, and I feel that the gas is particularly unsafe. Now I have replaced it with electricity."

"Electricity is also dangerous! Just don't let children into the kitchen."

"I can't stop it, just five years old, a little boy, he dares to climb and touch anything, when he is the most skinny!"

"That's really troublesome, I can only rely on you adults to watch carefully, let me tell you, this five-year-old boy has a way of discipline..."

Ge Qiao quietly stood behind Zheng Xixi, wanting to hear how she was going to explain the way of raising children to her colleagues eloquently.

"Ahem—" Shicheng's male colleague couldn't bear it, and reminded him aloud.

Zheng Xixi was talking happily, and only now felt the cold air emanating from her back. Startled, she turned around slowly, and finally smelled the familiar devil's breath.

"Yo, are you discussing how to raise children?" Ge Qiao looked grinning.

"No." Zheng Xixi shrank her shoulders and smiled.

Ge Qiao continued to laugh: "Tell me too, how should I discipline a five-year-old boy?"

"No, no." Zheng Xixi lowered her head and leaned on the desk.

Ge Qiao leaned over with great interest: "I really don't want to talk? Weren't you still in high spirits just now?"

"Work, work." Zheng Xixi squeezed out a big ugly smile.

Ge Qiao glanced at her, then shifted his gaze to everyone, and raised his voice, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, the publicity and public relations team will have a plenary meeting. A new task is coming. Bought two IP copyrights, one to make an online movie and the other to cooperate with a TV station, SeaShell came back for the third time and was complained about the costumes and clothes, and AIX came back after three months, and this time it collided with Lucifer..." He wrinkled Eyebrow, "I remember that Lucifer posted the news before, how many months did he come back?"

"At the end of September..." the honest male colleague said timidly, and then glanced at him secretly, "but... but they may not be able to return..."

Ge Qiao looked up, his eyes were sharp, and he asked, "Why do you say that?"

The door of the operating room was unknowingly full of people.

The man who started roaring before entering the hospital was still roaring now. He looked around at the camera in the hands of the line of men standing ten meters away who were standing straight and in an orderly formation. His eyebrows were raised, black His eyes under the framed glasses still burned like torches on the skin of the accompanying policeman.

"Didn't I tell you to stop these reporters?! Who let them in?!"

The young police officer slightly lowered his jaw, feeling aggrieved: "This is a public place, and citizens have the right to freely enter and leave the hospital..."

"Citizens have them, do they have cameras in their hands?! Are you blind? Can't you see?!" Manager Liu couldn't help but get angry again. The voice reprimanded his throat, and his tone became distorted.

The police officer looked at each other coldly and said nothing.

Unable to yell out the stagnation in his chest, and no one cared about his inner fear, Manager Liu ruthlessly pulled a handful of hair, and sat down on the stool with his buttocks. The sharp rubbing sound ripped through the sky and resounded through the corridor.

Among the well-ordered, quiet group of reporters, there is a young man with delicate features and big eyes blinking. He looks innocent and timid. He is a fresh graduate of Pingjing University. He has just graduated and just started working. In less than two weeks, it turned out that the sky will drop a big responsibility on the people, and he will be involved in such a big case as soon as he comes.

Unlike the senior journalists in the front row who were holding cannons and cameras ready to go, he was unobtrusive. He only held his mobile phone, put his hands together in front of him, stood modestly, and lowered his head slightly, as if he was Pay attention to this solemn but absurd scene.

He had never studied medicine, and he didn't even know the most basic medical knowledge, but he looked at the time, and nearly four hours had passed.

It's been four hours, can it really be rescued?

He quietly moved his body, took a small step back, opened Weibo, and clicked on the hashtag that had become "explosive" on the hot search list - #阿庆气气毒毒#.

The marketing accounts are also at work. They repeatedly summarize the latest news sent back by the frontline reporters, acting as conscientious messenger pigeons.

The fans seemed to be getting more and more anxious. Some unworldly girls even posted bloody pictures, threatening to follow Kong Qingshan.

The graduate looked up at the light in the operating room that was still on, thought for a moment, moved his fingers slightly, and posted a Weibo on the company's official account.

This Weibo triggered a new round of uproar, and the media where this graduate works has become the front line of the front line. He spread new hope for people who are falling into despair step by step. The number of Weibo followers increased from seven to seven More than 100 people instantly rose to 14 people.

@班瑟免费: Ah Qing has been transferred to the ICU, but it is not yet known whether he is out of danger.

Hot transfer to the first floor: Thank you for your report!Woohoo, I told you it would be fine! !

Hot Transfer 2nd Floor: ICU, namely the Intensive Care Unit (Intensive Care Unit), also known as the Comprehensive Treatment Room of the Intensive Care Unit, where treatment, nursing, and rehabilitation can be carried out simultaneously, providing isolation places and equipment for critically ill or comatose patients. ——Taken from Baidu Encyclopedia, if you enter here, it means you are fine! !

Hot transfer to the third floor: I don't know what you are all happy about!See clearly "it is not yet known whether it is out of danger", thank you reporter for your hard work, please continue to tell us the latest situation of Ah Qing!

Hot transfer to the 4th floor: Thank you sisters who waited for the news with me, Ah Qing should be fine... Thank you, thank you

Hot to the 5th floor: Hertz is a company that has achieved miracles. Sui Quan was rescued from such a serious car accident seven years ago. I believe that Ah Qing will also be able to survive!

Hot to the 6th floor: Doctors are working hard, reporters are working hard, and we are working hard too!It depends on how Ah Qing's desire to survive is... must live!What's the big deal!To live is to hope!

Pingjing University has the top journalism and communication major in the country, and it is as famous as Fuda.

The graduate was born in Pingjing University majoring in journalism and communication. The total GPA upon graduation was 3.98/4. He has a rich resume. He has had internship experience in many news media such as Xinchao and Social Min. A member of SE Media, this is a new media company related to the entertainment industry. Its prospects are much brighter than the status quo. There is no management system, no hierarchical distinction, and no rigid requirements for wording and sentence making. It is leisurely and content.

As for the work, at least it is much simpler and easier than traditional news media.

Relying on his outstanding mind as a talented student, as long as he pays attention a little bit and uses his brain a little bit, there will be dawn ahead, and the world will be the world of banshee.

He scanned everything in front of him.

The indicator light at the door of the operating room was still shining with a dazzling scarlet light. On the bench on the right was a dejected man with his head bowed and his elbows resting on his knees. The graduate guessed that he was probably the manager of the star in the operating room.

Accompanied by a young police officer, the sitting posture is upright, and the folded sleeves are straight. It looks like a newcomer who has not experienced the filth and baptism of society. He has serious attachment and persistence in all trivial matters, which makes people cherish and laugh .

There were seven people standing in the front row, all holding high-end professional cameras. They did not talk to each other, they went their own way, staring at the dazzling red light above the operating room, anxiously waiting for the result.They should all come from different media. For a dedicated reporter, the result in the operating room is not important. At this moment, you just need to hide your strength and bide your time. Waiting for the moment when the doctor comes out will mean the beginning of a tough battle. They must Race against time to have a chance to grab today's headlines.

The graduate felt a little tired from standing, so he quietly moved aside, leaning against the wall to rest his sore heels.

He looked at the media seniors standing in front of him. They all had their mobile phones in their back pockets. He calculated in his mind that it would take at least 2 minutes to take out the mobile phone, open Weibo, and edit the text.

——2 minutes, really long, he won easily.

He turned on his phone again, edited two microblogs and saved them in the draft box. Both were short and powerful, but the content and attitude he wanted to express were completely different.

One life, one death, one joy and one sorrow.

After four hours and 10 minutes, the red light in the operating room finally went out. The doctor in a dazzling white coat slowly took off his big mask. If he stood close enough, he could see that the hand had begun to Trembling slightly, his expression was extremely tired, and he didn't have the strength to resist the black-framed glasses man and several cannon cameras that rushed towards him. The operation lasted nearly five hours, and he brushed past death countless times, and ignited hope countless times. The flames were mercilessly extinguished countless times, my mood was up and down, and my nerves were tense. At this moment, I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to frown.

The nurse's voice came from inside the door: "At 58:[-], the patient's heartbeat and pulse stopped, and he died..."

The air is chaotic, mixed with the smell of formalin.

The sound of footsteps was chaotic, and before the reporter left, the nurses didn't know whether to push the bed out.

The mechanical sounds are chaotic and connected together, either the sound of the shutter of the camera, or the sound of fast typing.

The graduate was silent for a few seconds, and after wandering through the chaos for a few cycles, he finally lowered his head and opened the draft box in the backstage. There were still two Weibo posts that he had just edited, and he looked around. With the passionate rhythm woven with "cracking", with two taps, one is deleted and another is released.

In an instant, the Bancer media once again dominated the headlines. It was incredible. The speed of the media's reports was jaw-dropping, almost at the same speed as the speed at which Manager Liu heard the bad news delivered by the doctor himself.

"I'm sorry, the patient's awareness of survival is too weak... We have tried our best..."

@班瑟免费: A Qing passed away on the afternoon of July 2019, 7 due to ineffective rescue.Friends who are concerned about Ah Qing, please express your condolences.

Well, the battle is over.I can go home from get off work and have dinner.

Around 01:30 in the afternoon, it is the time when the cicadas sing loudly and feel drowsy.

When the police pushed open the door of Kong Qingshan's house, they were slightly taken aback, with surprise in their eyes.

Every corner of the place is cleaned cleanly, the curtains are open, the sunlight is polished by the window glass into a soft light effect, and every item in the room is smudged into a quiet and beautiful light yellow outline.No one would have imagined that just now, the whole network was scrambling to announce the death of the owner of the room with such pure human fireworks.

A middle-aged man in uniform put Kong Qingshan's mobile phone into an evidence bag. The police found nothing this time, no suicide note, no doubts, and even uninstalled all the apps that could be uninstalled from the phone.

The only thing that can be checked is the call records and SMS records, but this is useless, as long as they are willing, anyone can check it.

There was a gift box in the refrigerator. The experienced middle-aged police officer hurriedly put on gloves and carefully opened it. Inside was a beautiful and delicate chocolate cake.

A card fell out, and the police officer quickly bent over to pick it up. He was overjoyed, and finally his hard work paid off, and he found a useful clue.

But as soon as it was opened, the jumping heart sank again.

There are only four block letters printed on it:

"Happy birthday."

What, it's useless.

The author has something to say: Multiple perspectives, I hope there will be no chaos~ I humbly beg for forgiveness from all my friends, I still failed to make Ah Qing happy in the end.