That summer two years ago now seems a little distant in retrospect.
Just a day after the first edition of The Deep Blue Story was published, the first print run sold out online. At that moment, in the vast offices of Beijing’s Houchang village, the eyes of every member of the newsroom glistened.
Before this — in the netease · world since the beginning of any moment — I have never thought, and dare not to think, our small team, and every writer and readers from all over the world, to write a kind of human chapter. Words converge into the vast ocean, and what traces will be left in the world.
And at that moment, a dark blue light, lit up.
Deep blue is the old author of netease · world.
From 2016 the first paper only 3000 words, unfinished “case report”, to this day, a total of more than 20, nearly 300000 words of collection, deep blue, little by little, a former frontline police themselves, the average Chinese three or four line city grassroots police station staff in the eyes of the true social picture, with amiable plain text lays out.
Deep blue and netease · world, so each other witness the growth of each other.
Since its inception five years ago, the netease · world has required every author to specify the first question in every piece of writing: what was the original idea for you to document this event, or this character? Or rather, what you experience or see makes you want to write it down — the original purpose of writing is so important that it is like a beacon that guides every writer, inch by inch, to seek deeper and deeper places through words.
For Deep Blue, this is a little “helpless” at first.
There is an empty nester in the community. The old man has three sons, all promising but not around. On many occasions, It was Deep Blue and his colleagues who called the police to pick up old people from the wild. Talking about it in detail, it is a poor old father who sent his child far away but could not take care of himself.
Relative to their participation in the handling of similar serial murder, destruction of the corpse trace, unnatural death and other major cases, but this is a little helpless and sentimental little person’s story, let deep blue touched, deeply feel oneself really have a lot of things can not do in addition to their duties.
“However strongly guarded or severely beaten, the variety of human tragedies has not diminished much. What is the point of this job, if only for my own life?”
He said that he was a little confused and thinking, also with exploring and relieving their inner impulse, more hope if they could be issued at the same time, also see what other readers will have insight, or to let oneself think over and over again for so many years and is helpless, what is the different way to solve – all this collection together, is the first decision right, then, are “deep blue story 1” two years ago.
The story is always more and more deep, more and more written, in the discussion of manuscripts, and even in the daily chat, once the confusion one after another poured out, you have today you see scene after scene.
Laws and institutions have their own clear boundaries, but life is often black and white, and the darkness of the human heart and the profound human nature, more is far from a simple good and evil, right and wrong can be classified and distinguished. It is like the curtain of the world slowly opened, there is no story, a section of life can be easily read through:
A father who has been taking drugs for more than a decade vowed to drag all the “bad friends” around his son into the water after he learned that his son was addicted to drugs and could not get rid of them again and again, and traded his life for his son’s future hope.
A vicious case of domestic violence caused brain death of his wife, but behind it is an honest and honest husband, who gave all his salary and bonus for a whole year of hard work in the wild to his wife, not only was his wife addicted to gambling lost all, but also owed countless debts of despair;
An excellent boy who was repeatedly bullied by his classmates in high school was finally threatened by the school bully. He failed in the college entrance examination and became insane. 17 years later, he stabbed his “enemy” with a knife.
Try hard to look for an honest subordinate to entrust his mentally ill daughter of the old director, saw his fiancee was a little drug dragged into the abyss, he was helpless young police, because of torture was sentenced to 8 years, after being released from prison chase fierce thousands of miles also want to complete the desire of the captain of the criminal police……
Shouldering the responsibilities of the people’s police, Shenlan seems to stand outside of each story, asking questions, observing, experiencing, then reflecting and writing. It seems that what we are reading, both as the person in charge of netease and as readers, is only “the story of the other”.
But is this really the case? Can each of us really stay out of this daily, yet profound story of blood and tears, hope and despair?
I want to finish reading these stories before I have an answer.
I hope this book can bring you a little light, a little thinking, a little moving and a little aftertaste. Just like every one of them has brought me.
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