Chapter 15 after black sunday

Stacks of archives are placed on a table, burnt-yellow cigarette butts and betel nut residues are piled up in ashtrays, and there are shocking photos on the whiteboard. Evidence appraisal reports and forensic reports are tightly held in everyone's hands, sometimes they are helplessly dropped on the table, and sometimes they are rolled into shriveled strips. The special investigation room was filled with smoke and the atmosphere was very tired. "Damn! It's been two weeks! This guy is still talking nonsense!" Team Leader Ke Liwen, who hadn't slept for two days and three nights, slapped the table, injecting some strength into the sluggish detective room.

Wang Naiqiang didn't seem to hear it, the suspect's confession book in his hand was pinched hard by him, he closed his eyes, his chin was full of gray and white stubble. "If the outside world didn't keep a close eye on it, and use some tricks, he would spit out everything honestly, what human rights clauses? It's all bullshit." I cursed casually. Torture is my specialty, and torture until the suspect has a mental breakdown is my specialty and personal interest.If it wasn't for the fact that I accidentally killed a drug criminal the year before last, I would have been promoted to deputy team leader by now.

"Officer Xia Jiangping? If it doesn't work, don't mention it. Think of something that works, or you won't be able to get over it in your life!" Team Leader Ke stared at me. I shut up. The time limit for solving the case given by the superior is about to expire tomorrow, but the whole case is in chaos. Team Leader Ke, who has to go to the police station to report the progress of the case to several officers in the morning, is in a terrible mood. One side of the hair was scratched off, half bald. After several days of non-stop interrogation, interrogation, evidence collection, and investigation of relevant witnesses and physical evidence, three colleagues collapsed in the hospital exhausted, one went crazy, and the other was on the verge of insanity and resignation.

But the case is still deadlocked. This case has been on the headlines of the major media for four days. The newspaper headlines of Dou Da Yinhong are stuck in the minds of every project team member like a spell. TV reporters are doing follow-up reports, interviewing experts, and making confessions every day. The variety show solicits public opinion widely, and cuts into this most distorted page in Taiwan's criminal history from various angles. "Serial murders in the Donghai villa area of ​​Taitai! Ten dead and four missing! The landlord is suspected of major crimes!" "The missing head of the legislator suddenly appeared in the haunted house in East Bie?"

"The strange case of dismemberment in Dongbie, the three deaths of four important people and their whereabouts are a mystery?" "The landlord swears that besides himself, the murderer has four other people suspected of conspiracy." "There are many supernatural legends in the East. Forensic doctor: I have never seen this kind of murder scene in twenty years." "Director of Police: This case does not rule out other accomplices and is still under investigation." Also because a while ago, the head of a legislator who had been decapitated while sitting in the back seat of a black-headed car was also found in this haunted house, so this bloody case naturally received more attention and pressure from many parties. , There are also many supernatural mysteries involved.

According to colleagues who broke into the house, the legislator's head was placed on a table in one of the rooms of the haunted house, in a pink plastic travel bag.As soon as it was opened, maggots crawled densely on the purple head, and the disgusting corpse smell penetrated into everyone's nostrils. The media’s gossip reports naturally seized the opportunity to add fuel to the case, and crime situation dramas such as "Plum Blossom Pupils and Bell Eyes" and "Taiwan Supernatural Events Notebook" also emerged as the times require. Scholars and the general public voted for newspapers, accusing such in-depth reports of over-emphasizing the brutality and bloodiness of the murder case, which would only have a very negative impact on society. Wouldn't it be bad if young people followed suit?

That's ridiculous. Anyone who has read the suspect's 85,000-word confession will feel that the media, which has always been afraid of chaos, is too naive, too flat, and too cartoony in reporting on this criminal case. "Just sort out the confession and make a simple report? Anyway, we didn't torture, the confession is legal, and the truth of the matter is left to the judge and the prosecutor to determine." From the FBI in the United States Sam, the new team member who came back from training, suggested with his head bowed. "Confessions? Naiqiang, tell me, you have been in the crime squad for seventeen years, have you ever read any confession with as many loopholes as this whimsical soliloquy? Forty-seven unreasonable things? Too A coincidence at Division 26? Did you go to the United States to shoot bombs? Why didn’t you go and die?” Team leader Ke was furious, and spit on my face.

Sam had a guilty face and didn't dare to look up, but his fingers were dry under the table. Not to mention the experience in handling cases, I have never seen such a thing in novels or movies, if I would not dare to read this nonsense of more than two hundred pages in front of the officers at all levels.I will definitely not be able to rise in this life! Naiqiang remained silent, as if he was thinking about something, and the deep wrinkles on his face slowly moved. Clock on the wall: seventeen past eleven. It seems that there is no way to go back tonight. I got up, pushed open the door of the smoky detective room, went to the corridor and made a call: "Qishan, it seems that I can't go back tonight, you go to bed first, remember to lock the doors and windows, um, don't forget to hang up The iron chain behind the door. Break it."

After I hung up the phone, I stood in the corridor, closed my eyes and meditated, recalling all the details of the case. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Two months ago, the academic director of Yongfu Elementary School reported to the police station that a third-grade student named Wang Yunke hadn’t gone to school for a week, and no one answered the phone at home. I visited my parents at the address, but was told by the parents’ landlord that Mr. Wang and Wang Yunke’s little sister had moved out on Sunday a week ago, and they still owed two months’ rent. Later, a man in his thirties named Zeng Decheng brought an anxious woman in her fifties to the police station to report the crime, claiming that his girlfriend, Chen Minhui, the woman's daughter, hadn't called for a month. Calling home, Zeng Decheng went to look for Chen Minhui at the rented place, but the room was completely moved, and there was no news, and he did not go to work at the company.The landlord also complained that Chen Minhui was in arrears with the utility bills last month, and she was counting for half an hour.

Isn't this commonplace?What's all the fuss about?But the man named Zeng Decheng insisted that there must be something wrong with this matter, because the landlord and other tenants confirmed to him that a week before Chen Minhui disappeared, there was a physical confrontation with a tall man in the room, and the man even fought. He beat Chen Minhui and threatened to retaliate on company occasions in the future. Zeng Decheng seriously suspected that the tall man might have something to do with Chen Minhui's disappearance. After his investigation and the identification of other tenants, it was confirmed that it was Kong Xiangang, Chen Minhui's ex-boyfriend in the current company.

Kong Xiangang and Chen Minhui have maintained an ambiguous relationship since they broke up. He also admitted that he did inappropriately threaten Chen Minhui the night he beat him, but he has absolutely nothing to do with Chen Minhui's disappearance. Dare to go to the company to work, simply leave and move. After a preliminary investigation, there was no relevant evidence, and Kong Xiangang was sent back that night. The matter was so settled. After all, similar cases were investigated in the end, either they were still at a loss, or they made a lot of fuss. Anyway, there was no evidence at all, and they didn't know where to start if they wanted to continue. However, the boring case that was supposed to stop here has made some seemingly irrelevant but significant progress because of a "coincidence" discovered by a police officer at the police station who just graduated from the police academy when sorting out the report records. "Look, Yongfu Elementary School came to report the crime two weeks ago. The address where Wang Yunke and her father live is exactly the same as the place that Chen Minhui is renting!" The fledgling policeman said curiously to the colleague beside him. On the same day, the little policeman investigated for a long time and finally learned that Wang Yunke's father, Wang Mingkai, had not gone to work in the company for two weeks, and that one of the two companies that Wang Mingkai worked for had fired him in accordance with regulations. .Like Wang Yunke, he had no obvious social connections for more than two weeks. When the little policeman got excited, he put down his favorite Sherlock Holmes collection and told his colleagues that he was going to the Donghai villa area rented by Wang Mingkai and Chen Minhui to see if he could find anything. The result never came back. The little policeman disappeared, and he was never seen at home. Three days after leaving the job, other colleagues at the police station began to investigate his whereabouts, and found that the last person to see him was a female clerk selling watermelon juice in the Donghai villa area. "After he bought a glass of watermelon juice, he rang the bell at the door of the old house by himself. Then a tall and thin man opened the door, and he went in." The saleswoman wearing false eyelashes emphasized: "I The impression is very clear, because I hate those policemen who skip work and go out to stroll the streets!" So, the police station asked two policemen who were friends with the missing policeman to check the house. The two policemen went out at noon, but they didn't report back at nine o'clock in the evening, and no one answered the phone. At eleven o'clock that night, the old police officer from the police station who had handled several criminal cases thought about it carefully and found that something was a little weird, so he called in a few criminal policemen with live ammunition and forged the prosecutor's search warrant. In front of the rented house where a policeman disappeared, when he was considering whether to ring the doorbell, the iron door opened. "Ah! Why do the police come to the door all day and night! What's the matter?" A tall and thin middle-aged man with sunken eyes and huge dark circles hid inside the door and laughed. The nightmare was just about to begin. "Are you in a daze?" At some point, Naiqiang was standing next to me, lighting a cigarette in his hand, and I stretched out my hand to sniff the butt of the just lit cigarette. "Come on, isn't there enough smoking in there?" I said, flicking the ashes off my fingers. Naiqiang smiled, not angry, and put away the cigarette case. Two old police officers who had handled several major cases stood side by side in the corridor. "The team leader asked you just now, you don't like him, what are you thinking?" I asked, took out two ten-yuan coins from my pocket, and walked to the old vending machine: "What do you drink? The same ?” Naiqiang nodded, and said slowly, "In this case, the landlord was definitely not insane and falsely claimed to have committed the crime. His involvement is the most serious. I have not changed this position from the very beginning." Boom. I threw a can of Dongding Oolong tea to Naiqiang and opened a bottle myself. "Fuck, why is a normal person peeling off his fingerprints with hydrochloric acid? That landlord has planned to commit crimes." I said, paused, and said, "Can we stop calling him the landlord? Fuck it , wasted a lot of time by being played around by him at the beginning, in my opinion, he is just a fucking psycho." Although we checked the medical records of all mental hospitals, at least in the "photo" files, we did not find this mentally abnormal person who claimed to be the landlord. The murderer, who talks and laughs freely and is sometimes even extremely excited, had the skin on all ten fingers corroded by himself with hydrochloric acid and then peeled off. There is no way to compare his real identity from the fingerprint file. His photo was published in the newspaper, and the people who came to identify him all claimed that he was indeed the landlord of the rented house, and he often haunted, ate, shopped, posted rent notices, etc. nearby. However, we found a pair of broken bones in the closet of his room. After the forensic examination of the bones, it was found that the deceased had been brutally attacked before his death. There were more than 140 stab wounds on the whole body, including 100 Twenty-nine places are enough to be fatal. More importantly, after DNA identification, it was found that the owner of the dead bone was the legal real owner of the rented house. Li Jianfa was 47 years old and had been dead for more than five years. The investigation also found that Li Jianfa, who had no family, had bought this building for eleven years. Several older residents pointed out that Li Jianfa had rented rooms to several students and office workers before. So, who is this murderer who claims to be the "landlord"? Why did he pretend to be the owner of that house? And for at least five years? Had he ever been one of the tenants of that building? If not, how could he have picked the landlord of this building to replace him? If so, what terrible thing happened to that building? All the answers are in the head of that hateful impostor, and maybe there is no so-called answer at all. This counterfeit deliberately destroyed the fingerprints that could confirm his identity, but he kept claiming that he was Lin Zeyou. However, in the computer database of the household registration office, there are only two Lin Zeyous in Taiwan. One of them immigrated to the United States as early as 1987. He was about six years old. Seventeen years old, and the other is a twenty-five-year-old boy who is currently serving in the military. "Damn it!" I sneered, this guy must be very smug, as if no matter what he says we must be forced to believe. Naiqiang sighed, and the heavy breath made me frown. "Is this necessary?" I disagree.At most, I didn't care what happened, rushed into the special interrogation room and kicked him into a woman who could tell the truth. "Jiang Ping, we have handled many big cases before. The most murders were for love, the second was for money and sex, and there were quite a few who accidentally killed others by mistake. But this man is obviously a lunatic. All the victims started from one There was no reason to kill each other in the beginning, but they all died under a series of coincidences. It is really the behavior of a lunatic, and the law is the most tolerant to such people." Nai felt strongly. "You don't really believe him, do you? I bet he killed everyone." I disagree. "It is true that he was involved in the murder, but there are several pinhole cameras and radios in each room. It is a fact. Jiang Ping, you must try to accept this fact." Naiqiang stared at the oolong tea in his hand, the jar shaking. "It's outrageous, you actually believe that a person can control a whole building with a pinhole camera? After all, he is just a pervert who peeps at women taking a bath." I finished my oolong tea in one gulp. "..." Naiqiang still looked at the brown floating oolong tea, and said in a calm voice, "Jiang Ping, don't you even feel afraid?" "Afraid? Afraid of Sanxiao?" I laughed. "How do you know if someone is peeping at you in another room? How do you know if the builder of the previous house secretly left a key? Did the building manager downstairs have a private key to your room? The previous occupants Have you backed up your room keys secretly? Is the neighbor next door an expert at picking locks? Does your friend who helps you take care of the children have a malicious intention to remake a door key? When you come home, is there someone hiding in... ..." Naiqiang said more and more outrageous, his eyes were terribly dull, as if his soul had been sucked into another dimension. "It's unbelievable. Where did the hateful drive you had when you were handling cases go? You should look in the mirror and see how stupid you are now." I snorted. "I don't know, maybe I'm getting old. Now I'm really glad that I can retire in two months and go home to eat myself..." Naiqiang stared at the eyes of oolong tea as if trying to avoid something, said : "In the face of this case, I just want to vomit, I just want to escape, I just want to lock the file in the archive room. I will never forget the day before yesterday when Xiaofeng committed suicide in the toilet and was found. distorted expression." Naiqiang raised his head and sipped his oolong tea: "Jiang Ping, that's not a human expression. I just want to settle the case. It doesn't matter how it ends. I don't want to touch it again." I listened quietly. Naiqiang is really old and weak. "I understand." I patted Naiqiang on the shoulder, and walked into the special interrogation room for detainees alone. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx In the small dark room, the dim light shone on the "landlord"'s face. He looked like he had just had a good night's sleep and was refreshed. Twenty-Five, who was on duty, said that when the landlord was sleeping, he would involuntarily emit a strange melody in his nasal cavity. The melody repeated for three hours, so loud that he couldn't even read a comic. I asked Twenty-Five to go out, and only me, the landlord, the slowly scrolling tape, and the lawyer and prosecutor behind the one-way mirror glass were left in the special interrogation room. I finished my oolong tea and smashed the tin can with one hand. "Officer Xia Jiangping, are you going to ask those same questions again?" The landlord looked innocent. "That's because you only answer the same questions." I looked at the landlord coldly, and I hated his irrelevant expression the most. He and I had repeated the exact same conversation four or five times, and this time, I had planned an ending that would crush his criminal joy. I brought the light close to him on purpose, the strong light was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes. The landlord didn't complain or frown, he just looked at me like the glare wasn't even there. Button button. The one-way mirror was banging, and I knew it was his lawyer who was warning me that I had crossed the line. I didn't care and continued to let the bright light hit his ugly face. "Does the pharmacy's Qin still refuse to admit that he sold me medicine?" the landlord asked proactively. "There are five pharmacies near Donghai Villa, none with the surname Qin, and there is no pharmacy owner with the surname Qin in Taichung County. If you want to die, you can find someone else. I'm not interested in where your medicines come from at all." The response was lukewarm. "Qin is really cunning." The landlord chuckled, as if he had expected it a long time ago: "He is really a born criminal, he can disappear anytime and anywhere. I am impatient, why am I the one answering the question? "Don't you think your confession book is a horror novel at all, and it's still a third-rate horror novel. The rhythm is chaotic and self-righteous, and there are too many coincidences?" I bent down and looked into his eyes. "Excellent." The landlord admitted generously. "Have you ever thought, if Bo Yan can't wake up after being drugged by you, how would you continue the story?" I always start with this question. "That will be another story." The landlord said quietly, as if regretting another story that did not come true. "What do you think is the probability that a person is drugged repeatedly, stunned, and moved to different places without suspecting that he is drugged? How likely is it that he doesn't buy a camera to record what he does after falling asleep? Abnormal behavior occurs or memory window, what is the chance of not seeing a psychiatrist?" I headed left. "I don't know, it's probably very small." The landlord showed his yellow teeth and smiled, "But for Bai Yan, the probability is 100%." "What do you think is the probability that a person believes that he sleepwalks and kills someone?" I headed to the right. "I don't know, probably close to zero?" The landlord always replied, "But for Bai Yan, the probability is 100%." "What do you think is the probability that a woman who is taking a bath in the bathroom and suddenly being raped from behind suddenly becomes submissive?" I walked to the left. "For Ms. Chen, the probability is 100 percent." The landlord gestured with his left hand and drew two circles with his right hand. "What do you think is the probability that a person would use such a drastic method as murder, and would not bother to clarify the misunderstanding?" I was aggressive, but in the eyes of the landlord, this was not a problem at all. "For someone like Lao Zhang, the probability is 100 percent." The landlord was not angry. "Three people were busy dumping the corpse on the same night, but when they passed by another door, they ran into the fourth person who was going out to dump the corpse. Is there such a coincidence in the world?" I sneered. "Do you know how many incredible reversal shots Michael Jordan made in the last second of the game?" The landlord looked at me with a snickering expression. "Four people abandoned the corpse together. When passing through the corridor, what is the probability that the fifth person opens the door dragging a bag of corpses?" I could feel my fists bleeding. "Among those hundreds of reverse shots, Jordan didn't even see the basket at all. The most classic shot was actually in front of Celtics ace Larry Bird, from behind the basket without hesitation. The shot counts! Do you have any impression? Larry Bird’s expression is green! It’s amazing!" The landlord said very excitedly, as if he had arranged the shot himself. "Do you know how many unbelievable shots taken 0.5 seconds after the basket are counted as extra penalties in the story you made up? Twenty-six! As long as one of the coincidences doesn't happen, your nonsense story will get out of control!" I scoff. "If Jordan is also a referee, I think, regardless of whether there is one second or one tenth of a second left in the game, the chances of Jordan making a reverse shot from every unimaginable angle are 100%." ​​The landlord's eyes lit up, It looked like Jordan was jumping from beyond the three-point line and dumping an explosive shot over his head. "I'm done with your 100 percent." I said with hatred.If it was a relatively inconspicuous case, the murderer in front of me would have already taken off his pants and shocked his dick until it smoked. "Looking back at what has happened, the probability is of course 100%. Some things have to happen, because they just exist. A prophecy is called a prophecy before it is realized, and it is meaningless after it is realized. The script should be put into the warehouse after it is performed, because What we want to see is the final, edited movie, and the chances in the movie are 100 percent.” The landlord’s sincere expression was very embarrassing, and his nonsense and self-righteous philosophy made me split my headache. I scolded: "What about Bo Yan? Since you are all accomplices in the end! Why do you still chase him to kill him!" The landlord clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Amitabha, how do I know where that dead college student moved to?" "Really?" I paced back and forth, and if it wasn't for the landlord's lawyer watching me from behind the one-way glass, I would have punched him in the jaw. In the landlord's confession, Bai Yan is an accomplice to abandoning the corpse, a survivor, and a tenant who left. But in fact, on the sixth day after Boyan found a new rental and moved out of the haunted house, he was discovered by his classmate who lived next door. After three days without going out, he was tied to an iron chair in the new room, his throat was inflamed and swollen, Two gray eyes stared at the ceiling, as if forced to choke to death. Later, the forensic doctor took out the foreign object in Bo Yan's throat and found that it was a cat's head that had rotted for a long time, which was really incredible.The police station investigated for several days, but they couldn't find out who would bother to sneak into a college student's room and do such a perverted torture to him. The most asymmetrical point with the confession is that this case happened several days before the serial murders in Dongbei. In short, this dreamy confession is missing an important witness and criminal suspect. "Look carefully! Did you kill this man named Zhang Guoding?" I threw a pile of horrible photos onto the landlord's desk. "I only knew that Lao Zhang was killed after hearing from you, and that incident has nothing to do with me." The landlord said seriously, picking up the photos of the murder scene to admire: "However, it is possible to kill slowly in that way." Old Zhang, you should know who it is after reading my confession, right?" Zhang Guoding was the first surviving tenant to move out of the haunted house. When clues first emerged in this case, our police followed the line and searched his new residence in the vegetable market. There are more than a dozen large and small charms, as well as a safe sachet from the temple. With a search ticket, a group of people blocked the door of Zhang Guoding's room, but no one answered after calling for a long time, so I asked the landlord of the house to come and open the door, only to find that Zhang Guoding's hands were tied by his clothes. Hanging from the steel hanging beam in the closet, there were pinhole scars all over his body, his limbs were blackened, and he died for several days. The forensic autopsy found that Zhang Guoding's blood contained an unknown and quite complex toxin solvent, and there had been an antibody reaction dozens of times higher than that of a normal person, but the most important thing for Zhang Guoding himself was that before he completely died At least seventy-two hours of torment. So the confession lost another important witness and criminal suspect. "Oh? What about Guo Li? Where did you hide him?" I put my arms around my chest. "The sixth time to answer you, if Guo Li disappears, there is only one possibility, you go and read my confession book." The landlord sighed and said, "I didn't expect that even Guo Li could not hide, alas , you can put me in prison, it’s safer.” "Come on, don't take everything on a woman who doesn't exist! If you're a man, be brave!" I slapped the table angrily. The landlord said seriously: "I dare to act boldly. It is true that I killed the three policemen who came to investigate, so it is reasonable to sentence me to three death sentences. But Linghu was indeed killed by Guo Li himself, and Wang Xiaomei was indeed an old lady. Zhang killed, Mr. Wang was indeed killed by Yingruzai, and Ms. Chen was indeed killed by Lao Zhang, Guo Li, and Bai Yan, and Yingru was the rotten elementary school girl in the oversized suitcase in the room, and the flesh and blood on the table. The fuzzy head of the legislator is of course Ying Rugan, there is no doubt about it, isn’t it? I will also take you to Dadu Mountain to find the place where the corpse was abandoned? I am very cooperative, but I can’t count all the murders in my case. On the head, that is a great insult to me who worked so hard to fulfill the prophecy." A look of righteousness and courage. I clenched my fists and slammed into the table: "Do you think you are good? Are the police so easy to play? Tell you! All the prisons in Taiwan are full of our people, whether it is the jailer or the big brother inside, as long as Let me explain it in one sentence! Brush your dick with a steel brush, get your ass poked with a mop during the day, and have to give more than 200 oral sex at night. Come on, I'll beat you to death!" The landlord said fearfully, "Don't treat me like this, I'm already reflecting on myself." His introspective expression looks like he is about to ejaculate in your face. The two didn't speak for a long time, but I didn't finish my question. I glared at the landlord and said, "If you don't want to get killed before you get shot, tell me who you are? Why are you pretending to be the landlord? Did you plan to commit crimes in the first place? Why did you get your fingerprints off?" Who is who is actually the biggest key to closing the case, the most bureaucratic part, it must be clarified, otherwise any record will become empty, and the meaning will self-destruct at any time. The landlord didn't speak, he played with the booger on his finger absently, and then studied the mysteries of the palm prints. Every time we questioned his identity, he would be as unresponsive as communicating with a monkey in French. When we asked him which school he graduated from, he would say that he did not graduate from National Taiwan University, and then that he did not graduate from Fuzhou University, and then asked which teacher he was taught by. If he does, he will recite the names on the police uniforms he has seen. Deliberately make trouble. "Also, we can find their fingerprints in everyone's room, but you and Yingru's room don't have any decent fingerprints, only your own hair, nails, skin debris, semen, you say Isn’t it strange?” I spread my hands. "Yingru disappears, so naturally she won't leave evidence. If she does, she doesn't care." The landlord's eyes were shining brightly. I sarcastically said: "It takes a lot of painstaking effort for one person to pretend to be two people. In fact, you and I know very well that there is no such person as Zhang Yingru from the beginning to the end. Zhang Yingru is just your fantasy, your split, and you don't have a second child." Second personality." This is the psychoanalytic theory put forward by Sam. Since the fake landlord pretends to be the real landlord to collect rent, he still believes in it, and at the same time fabricated a ridiculous crime script, the mental instability itself is certain.So it's no surprise that the fake landlord is projecting an imaginary or desire in his mind onto a non-existent character. Over time, non-existent characters will actually act.By means of borrowing the same body. Yingru is just a projection, a hypothesis without a moral body at all. All the possibility of her real existence is zero. The classic masterpiece "Psycho" by the late director Alfred Hitchcock tells the story of a man with schizophrenia who turns himself into his dead mother at the same time and kills many innocent girls. A private detective, even his behavior strongly reveals his mother's special jealous personality. Whether the man in front of me is really schizophrenic or good at disguising, in short, there is no such person as Yingru in this world, and everything is a false story fabricated by him. I looked at the silent landlord, and continued, "A big man has to castrate himself to be a murderer. It's really embarrassing for us to lead a hero!" The landlord ignored me. He studied the fingers without fingerprints, pinching, rubbing, pinching, and shaking them, as if fingers were the most interesting thing in the world. "You desire to commit crimes, kill people, and even become classics, but I'm sorry, you are just a sissy little girl, and I will tell reporters that." I looked at the silent landlord triumphantly, and my words Hit his weak spot. If this guy is really as good as he said, why did he kill the little policeman who came to ask?It's enough to bluff a few words, but he chose to expose himself, and his heart is to become a page that is constantly quoted in criminal history, which is the common vanity of all perverts. I saw him, and he was weak and powerless before me. The landlord didn't raise his head, and after a while, the fingers of both hands were tangled together in a weird way, forming a twisted knot of muscles and bones. "And this strange case, with time and the forgetful personality of the media, no one will care about it after a year. You should know the case of the former Taoyuan county magistrate Liu Bangyou who was hanged by the underworld in his official residence? Huh, what about now? The horrible murder scene has been demolished and is worthless. What about you? A legislator with no head, no name, and after a while, everyone even forgot his name , you, it’s just a waste of time.” I laughed out loud and clapped my hands. Under the strong light, the huge black shadow of the palm swayed on the landlord's face. The landlord raised his tangled fingers and said in confusion, "Master Police, I...I seem to have locked myself up? I can't open it!" I laughed. How could a person's two palms be locked together in such a mess? "You're nothing but a clown," I said, opening the door and closing it. In the crack of the door, the landlord who was last seen was busy worrying about his two tangled palms. Just like the fake landlord, Zhang Yingru. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Qishan, I have to work overtime tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home and sleep, and I have to go to the office to report to those old men tomorrow morning, um, I love you, good night." I hung up the phone and flipped through the TV programs on the couch, bouncing through hundreds of channels in a boring way. Three years and ten months. Nai Qiang was right, that distorted case must never be touched. Just two months after the unidentified "landlord" was sent to Tucheng Prison, I just returned home after tortured a Biaoche family, and suddenly found a copy of the landlord's confession in the briefcase, I slowly After thinking about the memory, he finally admitted that he stole the backup of the archive room intentionally or unintentionally. steal?Why would I steal something so stupid? I don't know, but after sniffing, I lay beside the sleeping Qi Shan in the middle of the night, slowly flipping through the extremely absurd confession, over and over again, I couldn't stop, and couldn't sleep. Because I'm afraid I'll have nightmares when I close my eyes? No, I am not like Naiqiang. I am stronger. Flipping through the pages, I couldn't help but think of how despicable I was when I was scolded by team leader Ke before I got off work. He kept questioning why I beat a young boy who drove a fast car and refused to be inspected with a tiger until his spleen ruptured.Then, like a housekeeper, Team Leader Ke poured out many unnecessary old things. I was so angry that I left the meeting on the spot, opened the temporary detention room, grabbed the hair of a female poisonous bug I had just caught inside, and threw it against the wall until Until the walls are covered in blood. Suspended for three months? Damn it, today's society is distorted like this all because of the poor law enforcement by these pedantic policemen who don't have a dick. At dawn, I closed the confession book that I read five times. Some of the words and sentences on it have been circled several times by me. It's really evil human nature, whether these soliloquies are true or not, just uttering such thoughts in human language is enough to make people hate. I got out of bed carefully, turned on the TV, and watched the morning news. "Good morning, viewers. There was a mass murder in Tucheng Prison late last night. There was a fierce quarrel at two o'clock in the morning in the four-person cell of the inmates of the Dongbie serial murder case. The prisoner was beaten to death, and then during the suppression by the prison guards, a prison guard was suspected of excessive law enforcement and repeatedly attacked the groin of one of the prisoners with an electric shock rod, causing the prisoner to be seriously injured and rushed to the hospital. Interrogated in isolation, the whole process of the conflict is still unknown..." How ridiculous. This kind of perversion should make me paralyzed in the toilet, why send it to prison to waste the country's food? I immediately turned off the TV, called the netizen Ajiao, and told him to find a way to help me ask Baisang, the big drug lord in central China, to come out. 「跟白桑说，我夏江平要跟他谈一笔大生意。」我是这么说的。 两天后，我在一间茶室跟白桑辟室密谈，半小时后，白桑一出了密室，就从怀里掏出手枪干掉他最亲近的手下，也就是警方长期布线的卧底；一个小时后，另外两个重要的卧底也被挑断手脚筋丢到海里，死得不明不白。 而我的户头里，则多了七百万新台币。 七百万，我买下了逢甲一栋老旧的租宅，重新翻修打理好，弄了最流行的宽频网络、全套卫浴、甚至是第四台。 但是我，却不太看电视节目了。 我起身，打开隐密的小房门，走进一个几乎被计算机液晶屏幕、各种声音环绕着的小小世界，关上隔音极佳的泡绵厚门。 很多画面，很多声音，但却很宁静。 二楼，一个月前搬走的柏森正拿着自己暗中备份的钥匙，偷偷打开以前租赁的房间，寻宝似窥探着，在黑暗中慢慢接近正在熟睡的新房客舒可。 住在舒可对面的鸡饭，正坐在浴室地板洗澡。 我不懂，一个大男人干什么留那种长头发？干什么在身上刺一堆自以为有个性的图腾？每次看到鸡饭仔细呵护一头颓废长发的样子，我就会奇怪为什么他还能交得到那么漂亮的女朋友？应该教训一下。 三楼的美铃正在作仰卧起坐，一边戴着肥厚的耳机哼哼唱唱，肺活量挺大，你真该听听他亲哥哥跟她做爱时，她一边大哭一边大叫的淫荡声音，真是峰峰相连到天边。 美铃戴着耳机，自然没发现刚刚走廊上重重砰的一声。 「干你妈的！好好的书不念学人家吃什么摇头丸！」我拍了拍住在美铃对面的死延毕生国仔的后脑勺。 国仔浑身发抖，却无法动弹与喊叫，他的嘴巴被我封死、全身捆上粗麻绳，坐在小房间中的铁椅子上。 「刑求吗？抱歉，叔叔我只刑不求，专门整治你们这些被法律过度保护的坏孩子！」我笑笑，一拳将国仔的下巴轰歪。 水载舟亦覆舟，偷窥对我来说可不是像那个该死的「房东」那样，想导出一出没有意义又自以为了不起的「电影」。 偷窥让我发觉人性的更黑暗面，进一步确立我执法的正当性。 这些社会的劣质品、生活在空虚迷雾中的小鬼，每一个都有机会进来这个、我个人精心打造的社会再教育房，加以焠炼、提升、百折不挠，然后装进袋子丢掉，就跟半年前只会刷卡、预借现金的败家女秀卿一样。 「喂，仔细看着。」我拿出立可白，故意慢慢靠近国仔的眼珠，国仔恐惧地紧闭眼睛，但这根本徒劳无功。 我得意洋洋地用手指撑开他的眼皮，然后将立可白涂了厚厚的一层上去。 我听不到国仔的尖叫声，但一种大快人心的痛撤心扉用一种形而上的方式冲进我的体内，我的脑下垂体好像分泌出什么爽快的东西让我不断颤抖似的。 我满意地拍拍国仔摇晃不已的头颅，用膝盖撞了几下让他休息一阵，随时准备开始第二回合由我个人主办的「反摇头丸活动」。 Why take a break? 因为我听见一股既熟悉又幽怅的旋律，以及轻轻的脚步声，慢条斯理地穿过昏黄的走廊，穿过隐藏式的收音器。 四楼，我的脚底下。 飘逸的乌溜溜长发，洁白无暇的连身长裙，巨大的行李箱，一只包罗万象的木盒。 一个神秘的租屋传说。 「那几百个逆转球里，有几十个球Jordan根本连篮框都没看见，其中最经典的一球居然是在塞尔蒂克队的王牌Larry Bird面前、毫不迟疑从篮框后面出手进算！你有没有印象？Larry Bird的表情都绿了！简直是神乎其技！」 我还记得房东当时说这段话的表情。 我坐了下来，静静欣赏「如霏」打开大行李箱时的优雅动作。 喀，一个昏迷不醒的老人从箱子里摔了出来，撞上墙角鼓鼓的大黑色塑料袋。 避无可避，身为一个执法人员与一个社会再教育者，我跟身为杀人魔的如霏之间，迟早会残忍地对决。 但在这之前，我得好好了解她、洞悉她、吃食她散发出来的妖异魅力。 然后，从千万个红色画面中寻找出、藏在她优美行刑中的弱点，像一头耐心的野兽，等待璀璨绚丽的交锋瞬间。 她拿起针筒。 夜也深了，静谧在安详的租宅里。 欲望慢慢在每个画面里，扭动着，失焦着，爬梭着。