Chapter 53 Article 49: Killing Animals

He is basically "fixed" to the chair, which is firmly fixed to the ground. He: "Why do you do the analysis again? Just one person?" Me: "I'm not an expert to appraise you, there will be an expert group in a few days." He: "Oh, just to chat, right?" I'm right." He: "What are you talking about? The motive for the murder? I said there was no motive." His expression was contented. Killing, such a thrilling word came out of his mouth as easily as eating and playing cards. I checked the information again, and he killed 22 people in total.Both sexes and children—including in prison.And, most of them have no motive.I decided to ask another angle.

Me: "Have you ever killed an animal?" He: "That's a lot." Me: "What animal did you kill for the first time?" Him: "Dog." Why do I?" Him: "It calls me." Me: "No other reason?" He twisted on the chair: "Yes." Me: "What reason?" He: "I think that dog looks down on me too." Me: "Also? What do you mean?" Him: "Can I have a cigarette?" The staff next to him lit a cigarette and handed it to him. He reluctantly raised his hand to take it, then lowered his head to smoke with difficulty.

I am waiting. He: "I was very fat when I was a child, and my classmates laughed at me. They called me a fat pig, and called me the village head of suet village. I pretended that I was fine, but I hated them to death in my heart, but I couldn't beat them because they were so many, so I endured it. Later, I passed by a classmate’s house, and their dog barked at me. I knew it was a dog and saw that its owner looked down on me, so I looked down on me too. In the middle of the night, I strangled the dog with a noose and pulled it out by the river to kill it. .” Me: "How did you kill it?"

He: "Take our kitchen knife and chop up the dog's head." Me: "After that, did you have the idea of ​​killing someone?" He: "No, I started to get blood all over my body, and I felt very sick. When I went home and washed it, I thought the color of the blood was very bright and beautiful, and I couldn't draw that kind of red. Seeing that kind of red was washed away by the water, showing The flesh color of my hand makes me feel very comfortable in my heart.” Me: "Do you feel comfortable?" He: "Well, then I secretly found other animals to kill. I don't like to kill chickens. The feathers of chickens don't feel good and are boring."

Me: "How many animals have you killed? What are they?" He: "There are so many, cats, dogs, piglets, mice, monkeys and so on." Me: "Monkey? Where did you get it?" He: "I bought it." Me: "Does anyone sell that?" He: "There are some, you just don't know." Me: "It's all for the comfort of seeing the blood?" He: "It was at the beginning, but not anymore. I found that after opening it, it felt good to watch the internal organs flow out. I bought monkeys to prepare for killing people, but later I found out that they were actually different. I killed two monkeys for experiments. Monkeys. They are all killed slowly."

Me: "Torturing?" He: "Cruel killing? That's called killing? Anyway, I played for several days before I killed it. Because monkeys are too expensive, I can't afford to kill them all at once." Me: "Then start killing people?" He: "Yes, it started from the classmates who laughed at me back then." Me: "Describe your motivation and thoughts." He: "I've said it many times... It's been a long time since I graduated from elementary school, and then I lost weight. When I saw that classmate, he didn't know me. I followed him for several days, and then one night I pretended I met him on the road, and I enthusiastically pulled him to eat, he was quite happy at first, who would be unhappy if he ate for free, then I made him drunk, I pretended to see him off, and took him to the ruins I had hoped for in advance.”

Me: "What ruins?" He: "The basement of the demolition building. There are not many households in the first building. There are several floors in the basement. I dragged him to the third floor. I wanted to go down, but there was water, so I couldn't go down. I took him He was tied to a large pipe, and when he woke up, he stuffed his mouth with something, and told him how much I hated him when I was a child, and he cried. I wanted to play for a while, but I felt unsafe, so I opened my mouth. I didn't think about anything at the time, I just felt that I was relieved."

Me: "How many classmates did you kill who laughed at you?" He: "I found 4. 3 males and 1 female." Me: "Aren't you afraid when you kill people?" He: "I was startled at first, the intestines jumped out like a fat snake, I thought it was alive, but I got used to it later, but there was no blood..." Me: "I mean the law." He: "I didn't think about it. I thought about it later, and it would be a big deal to shoot me." Me: "After you killed the classmates you could find, what prompted you to kill others?" He: "The police chased me and I killed them."

Me: "What about the others?" He: "It's fun. Killing animals can no longer satisfy me. I can only kill people." Me: "You killed three policemen in total, right? You are so skinny, how did you beat the policemen? Were you fat back then?" He: "I won't be fat. I've been so thin for many years. The police's motive is to catch me. I can't run away but the motive is to kill him. Our two goals are different. Besides, if you kill too many people, you can solve it with one knife. Soon, No need to fight." Me: "Don't you feel guilty psychologically? What if you killed the family members of those people?"

He: "It has nothing to do with me...you eat meat, what do you still think about the family members of those pigs?" Me: "Is that the same thing?" He: "Of course, it's the same as you eat meat. It's uncomfortable not to eat it. Killing is a daily necessity for me, and it's uncomfortable not to kill it." Me: "Do you really have no idea at all? Have you ever felt uneasy?" He looked at me for a long time: "Once." Me: "When, how did you think?" He: "When I killed a woman once, she kept staring at me before she died, and finally asked me why she did it. At first I didn't take it seriously, but then I dreamed about her, and I woke up Then I thought: Yes, why do I have to do this to feel comfortable? Why am I the only one who is different from everyone else. I didn’t kill anyone in those few months, and I kept thinking about it. Then I figured it out. "

Me: "What do you want to understand?" He: "I remember watching a piece of TV when I was a child, maybe it was the animal world, I can't remember clearly. It was an animal, I forgot what it was, it was very thin, very long, and its belly was flattened. That animal It rushed into various other animal groups and killed many animals, but it didn't eat, it just kept grabbing and killing." Me: "Is that your impression? Is there such an animal?" He: "Well, it's possible. Afterwards, he kept killing until dusk. He was tired and walked back in the sunset satisfied. His stomach was still flat, but he was very satisfied. I'll go to the disco, bar, and karaoke with you guys." It’s like going to eat, feeling satisfied. I still remember that scene. When I think of that incident, I understand that there is no reason and nothing to feel guilty about. I was born to want to kill. Why did the lion, tiger and wolf catch it? Other animals kill and eat meat? Because they are natural carnivores, lions and tigers don't know why they are lions and tigers, they just do what they are. Me too, I figured it out, I don't need to think about why I do it, I just have to do it. It's in my nature, I'm an animal to kill." His expression was extremely calm and calm. I think I have nothing more to ask, and I can predict what kind of definition the expert group will make later. I guess a few days later the experts will have the same feeling as me: it is a chill that freezes to the bone marrow, the kind of cold that entangles every bone, every joint, and the cold skin tightly binds the body, making people even It is also creepy and frightening under the violent summer sun.That feeling will hold on to the heart tightly for a long time, and slowly tighten it until the last drop of blood is squeezed out of the heart, and there is no warmth in the whole body... It is not a nightmare, not a movie, not a novel, It is a living fear that comes from the bottom of my heart. I thought, maybe there is no hell in this world, but the one sitting in front of me must be a demon.