How did John Lennon die? Shoot?

It was the warmest night in June+February, 5438, and JAY HASTINGS was waiting for John Lennon and Yoko Ono Lennon to come home late at night in an office with chestnut wooden doors embedded in the Dakota apartment for the elderly in downtown new york. This burly, bearded 27-year-old man has been a janitor in Dakota apartment for two years. He always said that the best thing at work was meeting John and Yoko, who had five suites in the Dakota apartment. He was a fan of the Beatles when he was young, and he also collected many photos of the Beatles. But now he's not just a fan. John knows his name. When John and Yoko go out or come back from the recording studio late, he will call him "Good SOIR, Jay". Sometimes I joke. At this point, the night was approaching 1 1, and Hastings, who was reading a magazine, suddenly heard the sound of "bang bang bang" from outside, followed by a glass shock. Panicked, he heard someone crawling on the steps of the office. It's John Lennon ! He tripped and fell in, and his face was extremely unconscious and terrible. Yoko followed him, screaming in horror, "John was shot, John was shot". At first Hastings thought it was just a prank. But John struggled for a few steps and then collapsed to the ground, and the tape in his hand was scattered all over the floor. Hastings sounded the alarm for the police and rushed to John's side The shocked and sad janitor carefully took off his glasses from John's face, which was twisted with extreme pain and fear. Quickly take off his blue Dakota uniform, cover it on John's convulsive body, and then take off his tie as a tourniquet, but he finds there is nowhere to go. Blood gushed from Lennon's chest and mouth. Although my eyes are open, my eyes are dull and dull. Yoko frantically called for doctors and ambulances. Hastings hung up the ambulance number of 9 1 1 and ran to John and said, "It's okay, John, you'll be fine." The guard standing outside ran in and told Hastings that the attacker had left his gun on the side of the road. Hastings went after him at once, but he found it unnecessary to go after him. Because the fat young man who shot Lennon was standing quietly on 72nd Street in the West Side, reading the novel The Catcher in the Rye. Two police cars roared, and four policemen rushed out, aiming their guns at Hastings, whose eyes were crazy and covered in blood, and sternly ordered: Hands up! "Not him," shouted another doorman. He works here. Two policemen stormed the suspect, while two other policemen followed Hastings into the apartment building. Just when Hastings saw the blood on the broken window and the passage, he realized that John had died before his eyes. Despite Yoko's pleading, the police officer turned John over and looked at John's wound. They said they couldn't wait for the ambulance to arrive, so they lifted John carefully. Hastings held John's left arm and shoulder tightly. When they carried John out of the door, he felt that John's bones were a little broken, his body was weak and his limbs were weak. They put John in a police car and drove to Roosevelt Hospital, while Yoko climbed into another car and followed the police car. Hastings went back to the apartment and waited for news. Half an hour later, the hospital notice was sent to the Dakota apartment, john winston lennon, 40, whose father and husband died. Dakota, a high-grade apartment surrounded by a wall, is on alert at this time. Outside the apartment with the iron gate closed, hundreds of people gathered after learning the bad news of John's murder and sang "All we said was to give peace a chance" sadly and angrily. The courtyard of Dakota apartment, which used to be so spacious, bright and pleasant, is now surrounded by a large number of serious and nervous new york police, and the weather is gloomy and depressing. All entrances and exits are patrolled by armed police. The basement is sealed off. Yoko is guarded and protected by david geffen, a friend and record producer. The police who are used to killing people forcibly occupied the office, and there was blood all over the floor. The phone in the office keeps ringing. No, but someone called to ask about Lennon's shooting. After 90 minutes, a dozen eager criminal investigators kept asking Hastings: When did the incident happen? Is John in the office? Does he run? What did he say? Did he fall? Hastings could not sort out the events calmly and clearly in his mind. One question after another made him dizzy. He began to smoke one cigarette after another. Dr Elliot, a serious and gloomy forensic doctor in new york, also came to inquire about Hastings and asked him to repeat the incident. When the problem finally came to an end, he sat by the door in a daze, drinking wild turkey cocktails and absently looking at the crowd outside and the purplish roses scattered in front of the door. He didn't change into a bloody white shirt. Later, he said that John's music floated in the warm night sky and sounded like an elegy sung at a funeral. At two o'clock in the morning, three hours after John was shot, the police sent reinforcements to the 20 th district where the accident happened and set up roadblocks. There are more and more emotional people gathered outside the apartment. In order to prevent emergencies, the police also set up a front-line unit equipped with telephone, radio and other communication equipment. More than 40 plainclothes policemen monitored the crowd at the scene. However, more than 1000 mourners immersed in grief and sadness just gathered in front of the door silently, singing John's songs. Inside, Hastings lit another cigarette and stared at the crowd outside. A large number of photographers, journalists and TV staff also arrived and surrounded him. The stroboscopic spotlight stimulated him to see things badly. But he was glad that so many people came to pay tribute to John. It's hard for him to understand why those teenagers-who didn't grow up with the Beatles like him-were shocked by John's murder. The police shuttled through the 20th district of West 82nd Street. There, murder suspects are closely watched. The police have confirmed that his name is mark david chapman, an avid Beatles fan who tried to commit suicide. In order to film John, he wandered around Dakota apartment for three days. John signed Chapman's album the afternoon he was killed. "He is really a good man," Hastings said. "A tramp came to him for money, and he gave him 10 dollars, and the tramp would be ecstatic. He never feels sorry for anyone here, and I can hardly see how he treats others. " Lennon never complained about anything around him. Hastings said, although sometimes some suspicious people wander around the apartment or something. The guard on duty always reminds his driver to drive straight into the apartment. But on February 8, 65438, his car was parked outside. When Lennon and Yoko walked through the passage, Chapman waited under the window of the passage, waiting to shoot Lennon. Hastings still sat there quietly, saying nothing. A night guard came to hand over and advised him to go home and rest. But Hastings said he wouldn't leave. He recalled his ordinary friendship with Lennon. Lennon once asked him how to trim his beard and asked his assistant to buy a razor recommended by Hastings. A few months later, Lennon told Hastings that he had trimmed his beard. "John seems to be happier now, because he has started composing music again and appears more in public." Hastings said, "The new album with Yoko sounds like a faithful confession of love, just like those loving couples who celebrated their silver wedding, and they re-entered the church vows. Lennon and Yoko love each other very much. " At about 4: 30, the manager of Dakota apartment came out and told the crowd outside, asking them to turn off the radio because Yoko couldn't sleep. Hastings also decided to go to a friend's house to have a rest. He trudged into the locker room in the empty basement, with green paper cups and cigarettes in his hand. Finally, tired and weak, he slowly took off his bloodstained shirts and put them in the laundry bag one by one. Then he changed his clothes, went upstairs and stopped to comfort John's people everywhere in the underground recording studio. When Hastings walked past the office, the East turned pale. A janitor there is wiping the blood on the ground. Hastings crossed the aisle and left the Dakota apartment full of flowers in front of the door.