The reading progress of the book "Cold Blood" is "fast-slow-fast". At the beginning of the first chapter, the peaceful and peaceful home village of Holke is drawn leisurely to the reader's eyes. The interweaving of the two narrative lines is like a wicked urchin who suddenly splashes a stream into the clear stream when no one is looking around. The black paint, the dark black gradually spreads and melts in the water, and finally hides in the stream. The water was still gurgling, not knowing where it was going. All clues were also hidden, and the culprit ran away with a brutal murder. The murder scene was extremely bloody and cruel. The respected Clutter family were shot in the head with shotguns, and the most respected Mr. Clutter had his throat cut. To be precise, the killer made up for another shot after slitting Mr. Clutter's throat. Overnight, the murder in the home village of Holko shocked the entire United States. This small village that used to be self-sufficient fell into boundless shock and anger. Mixed with it was the deep fear and suspicion of the villagers - the murderer must be someone who was familiar with it. Rumors flew out from the small village post office, from the coffee shop, from all directions. After reading this, I feel that all this happened unexpectedly and mostly reasonable. The writer's narrative skills are just right in the process of structuring the whole picture, driving readers to switch freely between different scenes, hiding the original appearance of the story, and shaking it out a little bit by grabbing a corner. The writer's clues are like water, winding around the fog-filled mountains, and finally pouring out from the mountain pass, bringing out a yellow sandstone. And the truth, like this overwhelmed and silent sand and stone in the mountain pass, the sharp edges and corners cut out the icy air. When the two killers, Dick and Perry, were arrested, the story had not yet been revealed. What impressed me the most was the author's description of the scene in which many reporters, villagers, policemen and others waited at the gate of the prison in Horkemura Village to see the real face of the murderer. From the face to the point, from the attention to the overall commotion to the detailed portrayal of individual characters or panic or anger. The dark night gradually spread from the edge of the distant mountain. The red and blue lights on the top of the police cars and the whirring sound of the police lights stung people's eyes and ears. The moment the car door opened, the constant sound of the camera shutter and the blazing flash of the flash made the criminal unable to open his eyes at the same time. "At least there should be a lot of abuse, right?" I thought, but in reality "the crowd was silent, as if they were surprised that these two also had human faces and not beasts." A large group of cameras chased after The criminal's heavy footsteps rushed to the moment when the iron gate was lowered, and stopped. Before the iron gate, it was the eyes of worldly hatred and anger; after the iron gate, it was the unknown past of the two people. Two murderers, Dick and Perry. The first reading, has been brought into careful attention by the writer The trap that was made, the narration pointed out that the murderer was Perry, who had a normal and happy family, fell into theft due to greed and bad habits, and after being imprisoned, it became worse and worse in a bad environment. Shotgun shot through the foreheads of the Clutters. And Perry, a little man with melancholy eyes, a brilliant genius guitarist, a man "with the temperament of a wandering beast", and even a man who was full of emotions when he committed murder, in fact, did kill Clutter The real murderer of the family. Dick was the instigator, but he definitely didn't have the guts to load the gun. "Dick is unmanly, he's a self-proclaimed jerk. I didn't want to kill them, I just wanted Dick to know that he was nothing. The Clutters were good people until the moment I cut Clutter's throat. , I also think he is a very good person." Perry said in an interview with the New York Daily reporter Capote. Capote, who is also the author of this book. After seeing this tragedy in the newspaper, Capote rushed to the scene as soon as possible, which lasted six years, and finally restored the truth of the case in detail. In the process, he developed an indescribable sympathy for Perry, the man like him and his like. "Do you like it?" he even asked himself once. His childhood, like Perry's, was constantly abandoned. Upset, pain, not understood by the world, everything is exactly the same as Perry. "The biggest difference between me and Perry is that he walked through the back door, and I walked through the front door." If there was one person who could help Perry at many isolated points in his life in the past, we are facing today. Perry, perhaps there is only the clear melancholy from the big boy in his eyes, not the occasional melancholy tenderness behind the indifference. The writer treats Perry with a sense of sympathy. Perry, who had no real friends in his life, thoroughly regarded the writer as a confidant. Call him "My friend". Perry thanked Capote for continuing to pay for a lawyer to appeal, so that their death sentences were set back nearly three years. This man, modified by the word "cold-blooded", longed for his family and the writer's appearance just before his death. The writer came, and he watched as Perry was hanged and burst into tears. Two months ago, Perry's lawyers were cut off after he got all his writing material from him. , and finally raised the shotgun and shot the Clutter family in the forehead. And Perry, a little man with melancholy eyes, a brilliant genius guitarist, a man with "the temperament of a wandering beast", and even a man who was full of emotion when he committed murder, in fact, did kill Clutter The real murderer of the family. Dick was the instigator, but he definitely didn't have the guts to load the gun. "Dick is unmanly, he's a self-proclaimed jerk. I didn't want to kill them, I just wanted Dick to know that he was nothing. The Clutters were good people until the moment I cut Clutter's throat. , I also think he is a very good person." Perry said in an interview with the New York Daily reporter Capote. Capote, who is also the author of this book. After seeing this tragedy in the newspaper, Capote rushed to the scene as soon as possible, which lasted six years, and finally restored the truth of the case in detail. In the process, he developed an indescribable sympathy for Perry, the man like him and his like. "Do you like it?" he even asked himself once. His childhood, like Perry's, was constantly abandoned. Upset, pain, not understood by the world, everything is exactly the same as Perry. "The biggest difference between me and Perry is that he walked through the back door, and I walked through the front door." If there was one person who could help Perry at many isolated points in his life in the past, we are facing today. Perry, perhaps there is only the clear melancholy from the big boy in his eyes, not the occasional melancholy tenderness behind the indifference. The writer treats Perry with a sense of sympathy. Perry, who had no real friends in his life, thoroughly regarded the writer as a confidant. Call him "My friend". Perry thanked Capote for continuing to pay for a lawyer to appeal, so that their death sentences were set back nearly three years. This man, modified by the word "cold-blooded", longed for his family and the writer's appearance just before his death. The writer came, and he watched as Perry was hanged and burst into tears. Two months ago, Perry's lawyers were cut off after he got all his writing material from him. , and finally raised the shotgun and shot the Clutter family in the forehead. And Perry, a little man with melancholy eyes, a brilliant genius guitarist, a man with "the temperament of a wandering beast", and even a man who was full of emotion when he committed murder, in fact, did kill Clutter The real murderer of the family. Dick was the instigator, but he definitely didn't have the guts to load the gun. "Dick is unmanly, he's a self-proclaimed jerk. I didn't want to kill them, I just wanted Dick to know that he was nothing. The Clutters were good people until the moment I cut Clutter's throat. , I also think he is a very good person." Perry said in an interview with the New York Daily reporter Capote. Capote, who is also the author of this book. After seeing this tragedy in the newspaper, Capote rushed to the scene as soon as possible, which lasted six years, and finally restored the truth of the case in detail. In the process, he developed an indescribable sympathy for Perry, the man like him and his like. "Do you like it?" he even asked himself once. His childhood, like Perry's, was constantly abandoned. Upset, pain, not understood by the world, everything is exactly the same as Perry. "The biggest difference between me and Perry is that he walked through the back door, and I walked through the front door." If there was one person who could help Perry at many isolated points in his life in the past, we are facing today. Perry, perhaps there is only the clear melancholy from the big boy in his eyes, not the occasional melancholy tenderness behind the indifference. The writer treats Perry with a sense of sympathy. Perry, who had no real friends in his life, thoroughly regarded the writer as a confidant. Call him "My friend". Perry thanked Capote for continuing to pay for a lawyer to appeal, so that their death sentences were set back nearly three years. This man, modified by the word "cold-blooded", longed for his family and the writer's appearance just before his death. The writer came, and he watched as Perry was hanged and burst into tears. Two months ago, Perry's lawyers were cut off after he got all his writing material from him. , Capote rushed to the scene as soon as possible, which lasted six years, and finally restored the truth of the case in detail. In the process, he developed an indescribable sympathy for Perry, the man like him and his like. "Do you like it?" he even asked himself once. His childhood, like Perry's, was constantly abandoned. Upset, pain, not understood by the world, everything is exactly the same as Perry. "The biggest difference between me and Perry is that he walked through the back door, and I walked through the front door." If there was one person who could help Perry at many isolated points in his life in the past, we are facing today. Perry, perhaps there is only the clear melancholy from the big boy in his eyes, not the occasional melancholy tenderness behind the indifference. The writer treats Perry with a sense of sympathy. Perry, who had no real friends in his life, thoroughly regarded the writer as a confidant. Call him "My friend". Perry thanked Capote for continuing to pay for a lawyer to appeal, so that their death sentences were set back nearly three years. This man, modified by the word "cold-blooded", longed for his family and the writer's appearance just before his death. The writer came, and he watched as Perry was hanged and burst into tears. Two months ago, Perry's lawyers were cut off after he got all his writing material from him. , Capote rushed to the scene as soon as possible, which lasted six years, and finally restored the truth of the case in detail. In the process, he developed an indescribable sympathy for Perry, the man like him and his like. "Do you like it?" he even asked himself once. His childhood, like Perry's, was constantly abandoned. Upset, pain, not understood by the world, everything is exactly the same as Perry. "The biggest difference between me and Perry is that he walked through the back door, and I walked through the front door." If there was one person who could help Perry at many isolated points in his life in the past, we are facing today. Perry, perhaps there is only the clear melancholy from the big boy in his eyes, not the occasional melancholy tenderness behind the indifference. The writer treats Perry with a sense of sympathy. Perry, who had no real friends in his life, thoroughly regarded the writer as a confidant. Call him "My friend". Perry thanked Capote for continuing to pay for a lawyer to appeal, so that their death sentences were set back nearly three years. This man, modified by the word "cold-blooded", longed for his family and the writer's appearance just before his death. The writer came, and he watched as Perry was hanged and burst into tears. Two months ago, Perry's lawyers were cut off after he got all his writing material from him.
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