Chapter 44 Chapter 43: The Birth of a Novel

This was the night I was tempted to write a novel called .The heavy rain fell on the ground again, and I rushed to the intersection of Zhonghua Road and Tibet Road, imagining that many years later, when Sun Xiaoliu lived to be about my age, would he still try every means to escape those old people? Guy's hunt?Like me, he should also first hide in the national house-type building called "South Airport Apartment" at the intersection to avoid the rain.At that time, he was probably still wearing the jacket that his brother and junior had cut out of the garage of the garage, with a set of English abbreviations of the brand of car oil embroidered on the front and back of the chest, and around his waist was a jacket handed down by Sun Tiger. A roll of mild steel knife, under the feet of the white cotton shoes of gangsters sewn by Xiao Wu himself, the leather clip is barely empty, and there is a stack of small old banknotes that his mother has saved under the mattress for an unknown amount of time.This kid may not be in a hurry to go on his way—wearing thin clothes soaked by the rain to do his best work, this is called seeking a disease without a disease; he should have been waiting in the vegetable market on the basement floor of the "South Airport Apartment" until the rain Over azure.I'm guessing it's going to be a very different season than tonight (preferably early winter with a hint of damp and cool).Before and after dawn, when the night rain gradually subsided, Sun Xiaoliu dared not be careless, first crept up to the stairwell on the top floor of the apartment, looked down through the small and broken glass window, and confirmed that there was no one within a radius of hundreds of feet As soon as he was nowhere to be seen, he jumped out and landed on the red brick road with a pair of soles, his fists clasped his body, his eyes were surrounded by four images, he exhaled three points, his waist sank seven inches, and he became a squatting posture.

About, my initial imagination goes so far.This small passage is like the motive of a symphony that suddenly unfolds, lingering and revolving repeatedly, starting from the rainy night on July 13, 1981, it can be said that it has been touching and touching my heart all the time. Yixu, until the day I wrote it—if I remember correctly, the day I wrote it was a certain morning in the early winter of the 1988 of the Republic of China. Sun Xiaoliu should have followed what I said He jumped out of the broken window on the fifth floor and fled to Zhulin City. Let me briefly describe the origin of this creative motivation without any mystery: When I ran out of the door like crazy, ran into a heavy rain with a little runaway feeling, shouting: "I will Make the messy, messy world they messed up, mess up a little bit more!" At that time, my consciousness was actually very clear.The delirium-sounding language could not be more clear; what I mean is: I will use the way of writing novels to take the most straightforward revenge on those who used to spy on me, follow up, hunt down and even sneak attack.Only through a novel can I fully expose the true history that "they" have been trying to cover up, annihilate, and bury for many years.

While yelling like that, I also knew very clearly that "they" must have been waiting in secret - it's just that "they" would not have expected that I would rush out the door so brazenly, shouting and running, and was completely in the middle of nowhere. A situation of isolation and helplessness. But am I really alone and helpless?When the rain poured down my head, face, limbs and even every inch of skin from top to bottom, I shook my head vigorously and smiled.No!not at all!Because I am sure: on the opposite side of "them", there are still a group of characters who have been in the dark and dark place for many years and are always watching around me. Before the real danger is approaching, these people will fall from the sky, just like in any martial arts novel. The theme melody that has been repeatedly chanted in the novel is general.I smiled and ran into the empty and dark vegetable market on the basement floor of "South Airport Apartment", gasped for breath, tried to tear open my throat, and shouted: "Come out!"

In fact, I have no idea what kind of people will be hiding in the vegetable market in Sanla City?How will they show up?How will you deal with me?More than half of my mood is probably just screaming dead—that is to say: I am actually whistling, singing military songs, and walking through a cemetery where demons and ghosts cannot appear under rational cognition, trying my best to hiss That's all.With a little anger that no one can see through, I yelled five or six times: "Come out! Come out all of you? Don't let me write everything out! I'm dying anyway, so come if you can." !"

In the echoes wafting between the colonnade and the white-tiled concrete platform, I heard my own bravado—there was a slight, subconscious fluke involved; Running in the opposite direction to Shuanghe Market or Youth Park is obviously because there have been traces of Wandefu, Four Zhu Bajie, Masked Grandpa, and the ruffians from the Bamboo Union Gang Xiaotang in those two places; Shouting a little, it is indeed a bit like entering no man's land.I yelled out my throat, coughed for a while, and a sense of reality surged up; now that I have no home to return to, where should I go to write this novel?

Looking up at the southeast corner from the side of the column where I leaned against, I could barely see a corner of the signboard on the lintel of the roast meat shop Laoguang. In name, ask him to drive me for a ride.However, after nearly ten years, I can no longer remember where the "No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng" stands in the middle of the Longtan tea garden.Of course, I can also run back to the village in the rain to see if I can find Xu Laosan, Xiao Wu, or even Sun Xiaoliu to lead the way, but doing so is just repeating a life that cannot be truly repeated; How foolish it is for a novelist to go back into his story and ask his characters to come out and solve his predicament for him.

In the future, I will look back and compare the situation on July 13, 1981. I—— it is impossible for me to find them in the village.On that rainy night when I was at a loss and the road ahead was uncertain, Xu Laosan had already gone away because of the smuggling and importing of a container of guns named "Black Star" and was caught. Some people said he went to Vietnam, and some said he went to Guangxi.Xiao Wu accompanied her old mother to the neurology ward of National Taiwan University Hospital—it is said that it was an old problem left over from the time when Sun’s mother turned on the gas to commit suicide—as for Sun Xiaoliu, who was caught in the sixth His weird grandpa learned how to make stew in the kitchen, and we will have to meet again at a later date.

It was one of my readers who actually popped up to give me some pointers.His voice first came from behind a three-foot-square pillar: "Keep your voice down, please." I searched for my reputation, and half of my head protruded from the side of the pillar, illuminated by the sparse fluorescent lights coming in from the courtyard atrium of the apartment. man.Frankly speaking: I was startled at once, but the next thought immediately calmed me down—even if a ghost appeared at this time, it would be better than me being alone in the rainy night without knowing where to go.I didn't say a word, but he seemed to be a little more courageous, and he came out in a blink of an eye and stood in the bright place.This time I recognized him, he was the daredevil who claimed to be my loyal reader in the toilet of Youth Park this afternoon.I studied his bony face carefully, and I couldn't remember whether I had seen it elsewhere before, nor did I think his appearance would be the kind of person who read my novels. "I'm sorry for dirtying your pants." The man took two steps closer and smiled shyly: "But there is no way, Master said it's urgent now, and their people are everywhere—"

"Wait a minute! What are you? What is your master?" "Huh? Aren't you Zhang Dachun?" The man frowned, his facial features squeezed together, and whispered: "Strange! Did I make a mistake?" Speaking of this, he also looked at me, left and right One glance, one glance to the right, as if finally unable to restrain himself, he muttered slightly annoyed: "We met once in President Rong, don't you really remember?" I do not remember.He was my assistant in the props team of Big Brother, and he once relayed to me the scene where Big Brother was smashed in the head by the light head on the set.Needless to say—his so-called father is probably my eldest brother who has been missing for many years.

"The prop assistant is the prop assistant, and the big brother is the big brother." I was a little annoyed that someone had teased me, and scolded: "What do you mean by loyal readers?" "Master said that you are a famous writer now, and you can't look down on us low-spirited people in your eyes. If you encounter any situation and it is too late to make friends, you will say that you are a "loyal reader"; Just saw us." It's kind of harsh to the ear, but it's just what an old jerk like my big brother could say—maybe he didn't mean to be sarcastic, but there's something about the kind of self-proclaimed "low-spirited" "Character" has the wisdom and cunning to see the world and human feelings.I was speechless anyway, so I nodded and said, "Where's Big Brother?"

"Master was released just now, and he wanted to find you, but he was afraid of hurting your family. But the rumors are too tight lately—" "What was just released? What do you think happened to Big Brother?" "Don't you know?" The man widened his eyes, looked straight at my left eye, and then at my right eye, like an optometrist checking my eyesight.Then, with an extremely unbelievable expression, he said slowly and slowly, word by word: "Where is the "Yiqing project"! Master has been swept in!" That's what happened to me during my service at the Army Communications Electronics School.On November 12th, the 73rd year of the Republic of China, the founding father's birthday, and a national holiday, Hong Lian and I had sex and had fun in a homestay called "Pingdao Yazhu".At least I personally have no way of knowing: the anti-crime operation "Project Yiqing" planned and directed by the National Security Agency is being deployed in various places.It is said that more than 300 police officers have been deployed in Taipei alone, belonging to 46 action groups.The participants didn't know what the task was at all. They only knew that the superior had issued an order to each action team through a direct dial phone, and the content of the order was only a time indication-Mojiudongdong; that is, seven o'clock in the evening.When the time came, the action teams were allowed to open an envelope they had received in advance, and inside it was a note with the designated location—the so-called designated locations were actually eight unremarkable hotels scattered all over the place.These eight hotels were also used as the forward base, and the directors of each branch were in command of the operations. Each branch had five to six teams under its jurisdiction to launch a comprehensive search and arrest operation.As for the action notification, it is only conveyed by a wireless phone worn by the branch chief.As for who it is—to give the order?Where does the order go to work?What to hunt for?And why should it be so tense and hide its head and tail?Even the branch chief himself knew nothing about it. The explanation given by the authorities afterwards was very general and high-sounding: in view of the fact that unscrupulous gangsters of the underworld have recently been rumored to be in the north and south and cover each other's escape, in order to prevent the unscrupulous police from "inside ghosts and outside ghosts" from leaking the news, they can do it in one fell swoop. To uncover the chief culprits of gangsters all over the province, he had to act in such a treacherous manner. There are quite a lot of doubts and speculations about this very important and inquisitive arrest operation.It is said that the so-called "purging" of all the new gangs in Taiwan is just a cover-up for the "reshuffling" of the power structure by the white for the underworld.It is also said that Wang Jingxu, the head of the National Security Bureau, took the opportunity to arrest a specific gang member under the name of a large-scale anti-crime campaign—a leader of the Bamboo Union Gang who acted as a killer for the Ministry of National Defense Intelligence Agency and "sanctioned" a certain writer who disrespected the "Prince". ——The real motive is more subtle and difficult to discern; it is very likely that Wang Jingxu is trying to root out the forces that Wang Xiye, the intelligence chief of the Ministry of National Defense, is soaking in the sun and stepping up every step of the way.Judging from these two inferences that seem to be reversed, they are actually enough to pick out the hidden and turbulent palace struggle-the National Security Agency took over the Ministry of National Defense Intelligence Agency.Both the beginning and the end of this case can be seen in the book "Loyalty and Misdemeanors: The Rise and Fall of Wang Xiling, Chief of Intelligence and Governance" (Tianxia Culture Publishing) written by my college classmate and friend Wang Shichun. This book was first published in April 1988. Just as I was writing that my elder brother was sent to Rongzong after his head was smashed by a lamp stand, Wandefu warned him: "This is considered lucky-if there is a ready-made need in the security unit, Maybe one day he will be arrested and the case will be dismissed." In short, my elder brother Zhang Hanqing, who was nearly eighty years old, taught a group of young, strong and energetic criminal police who could only follow orders to arrest people without knowing what the suspect had committed.Kumi squatted for seven or eight years.For Big Brother, it was the happiest, most gorgeous and abundant time in his life.In his own words, it goes like this: "I'm just a "runaway bachelor". , Those well-known "friends and elders" have opened their eyes and gained insight." It turned out that what the person in charge of the "Yiqing Project" did not expect was that according to the administrative order "Measures to Ban Hooligans" during the martial law period, the anti-gangsters arrested and imprisoned "undesirable elements" from all over the country without going to court. The operation actually provided a very convenient opportunity for a few old guys who were desperate to stay and stay. Scholars and experts who are familiar with the law will certainly not be like the general stupid public, who only know that hundreds of hooligans have been arrested from news reports, so they will have their hands on their foreheads.These intellectual elites have repeatedly joined opposition politicians to accuse this "prohibition of trafficking" as inconsistent with the spirit of the Constitution's protection of basic human rights.But in the eyes of my elder brother and the old gangsters, the "measures to ban hooligans" is a great gift; because they don't need to be sent to court for trial, the so-called "hooligans" who are arrested can only go to the military prosecutor. There is no need to waste time in the long and boring trial and defense process, and there is no need to worry about being interrogated by judges and judges. Some of the background of their life experience that they do not want to reveal.In other words: To ordinary people, it is an evil law that ignores human rights and disregards people's lives, but it is an extremely generous cover or cover for my elder brother and his "predecessors" and "friends and elders". In fact, on the rainy night when I wanted to write, I was not completely familiar with how to outline the inside story of how the underworld forces have secretly manipulated our social reality for hundreds of years, and many key details were even unheard of.My original intention was just to make those seemingly majestic historical memories appear absurd and fragile through a story full of lies, rumors, rumors and delusions; My father and my "them" tasted the pain of being prey.I didn't expect to meet my big brother again, but I was meeting the real history that was almost covered up, obliterated and buried.