Chapter 36 Chapter 30 Ostrich Meat

A hundred years later, there is a topic that can arouse our interest in discussion-how did you die? Those who were killed on the battlefield despise those who were shot on the execution ground, those who were strangled and those who died of starvation laughed at each other, those who committed suicide by jumping off a building and those who died in a car accident comforted each other, the view of giants hugged the coke man, and some people smiled wryly He said: I died of murder. The special case team found relevant documents and belongings of the missing teenager Wei Guan at Zhang Youmin's home, and the criminal police who secretly monitored Zhang Youmin arrested him immediately.The police then excavated Zhang's old house. At that time, Zhang Youmin's house was cordoned off, and the outside was crowded with people.The villagers saw that the police used 10-kilogram plastic bags to carry things out. The first two bags they took out were clothes, but the things they dug out later were wrapped in towels or packed in black travel bags.

The police dug at Zhang Youmin's house for 4 days, and then dug in the vegetable field for another 3 days. After sifting the soil out with a sieve, the bones remained. Zhang Youmin buried only one body in the yard, and the time of death was three years ago. The rest of the bodies were buried in puddles, wells and vegetable fields. Professor Liang and police officer Mao interrogated Zhang Youmin. Leaders at all levels stood and listened through the one-way glass in the interrogation room. Su Mei took notes, drew dragons and cut everything including mobile phones, clothes, pots, hammers, kitchen knives, axes, etc. The physical evidence was placed on the table one by one, and he stood behind Zhang Youmin.

Zhang Youmin was a gray-haired old man, sitting on the interrogation chair with a dull expression, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him. The following is the transcript of the interrogation that the author of this article has worked so hard to find. Officer Mao said: You are a prisoner who has been released from prison. You should know that these physical evidences are enough to convict you. Let’s talk about it? Zhang Youmin's eyes were slack, he stared at one place in a daze, but he didn't answer. Professor Liang said: Give him a cigarette. Hualong lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Zhang Youmin's mouth.

Professor Liang asked: How many people did you kill? Zhang Youmin tilted his head, smoking a cigarette and said: I don't remember how many people were killed. Go to my house and count the number of clothes, underwear and shoes.I don't want to talk about it now, I don't want to say that even the judgment is not easy to write. Professor Liang took out a photo of the victim and asked: How did you kill him? Zhang Youmin glanced at the photo and said: He was relieved in the woods, I walked in front of him, and after walking to his side, I also pretended to relieve, took off the belt tied around his waist, and put it around his neck Then he circled around again and strangled hard. When he was first restrained, he even used his hands to break my hands and belt, but then he stopped moving.

Officer Mao took out another photo and asked, "How did you kill Li Chang?" Zhang Youmin said: I really didn't know the boy's name was Li Chang. He went uphill and I went downhill. I stretched out my hand to pinch his neck, and then pressed it to the ground. After pinching for about 3 to 5 minutes, he died. Professor Liang pointed to the pots on the table and asked: What is this pot for? Zhang Youmin said: Bloodletting. Officer Mao asked: Why did you take off the victim's clothes? Zhang Youmin replied: What kind of clothes do people wear when they are dead? Officer Mao asked: We found some hair in your house, why did you cut the dead man's hair?

Zhang Youmin replied: I have heard people say that after death, everything will change, but hair will not change.If the hair is buried together, you will be able to find out who it is from the hair in the future. Officer Mao said: If you keep your hair, isn't that the same as keeping the criminal evidence? Zhang Youmin replied: I want to wait until I have saved enough to sell the money. Officer Mao asked: Are you not afraid of burying the dead in your own yard? Zhang Youmin replied: What are you afraid of? Dead people. Professor Liang said: You were also afraid, so you only buried one body in the yard, and the others were buried outside.

Zhang Youmin replied: It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.Once I killed one in the vegetable field and took it home with a shelf cart... The child was so strong, I was afraid that he would not die, so I cut his neck a few times with a knife, and fell asleep when I was tired.After sleeping until midnight, I heard noises in the house, plopping.I thought to myself, what's wrong with this, it's haunted.I got up and pulled the lamp, my hands were shaking, I looked, guess what happened, there was a rotten plastic sheet on the ground, the blood of the dead ghost dripped down, and the sound of smashing the plastic sheet scared me to death, I I kicked the plastic bag aside and found a basin to catch the blood. I said in my heart: Let it flow!

Professor Liang said: Those people have no grievances with you. You gouged out your eyeballs to make wine, and made human legs into bacon. I heard that you sold "ostrich meat" in the vegetable market. Don't you have any humanity? Don't you have any regrets in your heart? Zhang Youmin said: I usually like to drink some wine and make some appetizers. I don't regret it. Isn't this a society where one person cannibalizes another? Zhang Youmin confessed the details of the murder of 6 victims. Among them, he killed 4 people in a grove near Zhanghe Village. He said he had no memory of how many victims there were.Later, in order for him to keep confessing the facts of the crime, Officer Mao bought a roast chicken to encourage him to remember well. He ate a roast chicken and confessed to a case. Finally, the police announced that 17 people were missing.The local police were noncommittal to the claims of mutilating corpses and cannibalism.

Seventeen people, seventeen roast chickens. The greatest horror is this--you are walking on the road in good condition, and a strange man approaches you quietly from behind. He has no grievances with you, but suddenly puts a belt around your neck and tightens it quickly. You are having difficulty breathing, and you try to grab the belt around your neck with both hands, trying to ask him if he has identified the wrong person, but he intensifies his efforts, holds the belt with both hands, turns around, bends down, uses the strength of his back to make your body volley, and finally strangles you. kill you.

People tend to relax their vigilance towards the elderly, and crime statistics show that crimes committed by the elderly are on the rise year by year. Yang Zongyong was a boy with good character and good learning. On the day he was killed, he passed by Zhang Youmin’s vegetable field. Zhang Youmin lied that he asked Yang Zongyong to help him lift the tree, and suddenly strangled Yang Zongyong’s neck from behind him. It's about to stop. At that time, a van drove over, and Zhang Youmin was a little flustered, thinking, what a pity, there are usually no people on this road, so how could a car drive over.As the car got closer and closer, Zhang Youmin was quick to think, sat on the ground, hugged the dead boy's neck, opened his mouth, and pretended to do artificial respiration.

His teeth were black, his tongue was yellow and greasy, and he kept blowing the stench from his mouth into the male corpse's mouth. The van slowed down, and the driver poked his head out and asked: What's wrong? Zhang Youmin said: It's okay, the sheep is epileptic, my relatives will come right away, don't worry about it. The van drove away, and the driver was still worried that the old man would ask for help in taking him to the hospital, so he had already figured out how to refuse. There is a hut next to Zhang Youmin's vegetable field. The vegetable field is very close to Zhanghe Village where he lives. Obviously, such a simple hut was built not for the convenience of growing vegetables, but for storing corpses.There are also some brightly colored woven cloths beside the vegetable field, which also play a role of shelter.After dark, Zhang Youmin used a flatbed truck to transport the body home from the hut. He put the body on the bed and took off his clothes. At this time, night fell and the stars were dim. He turned on the light, coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, held it in his mouth, walked out the door quickly and spit it on the ground.The fifteen-watt light bulb gave off a dim yellow light. He squatted down to calm his excitement about the murder. The light shone on his graying hair and illuminated the open space in front of the door. It was the yard where there had never been laughter and laughter, only the village dogs had been to his house. It was the ground where no firecracker crumbs had ever fallen. For him, perhaps killing people could bring him the joy of the New Year. There has never been a roof over which dandelions float, a low house where cats have never walked, and a heart that has never been bright and warm. A lot of grass had grown on the fence, and a big red moon was rising, and there were some wine bottles in the alley, and under the ground, the first boy he killed after he was released from prison was buried.For him who is vicious and devoid of conscience, killing people is not out of anger, but out of excitement.He squatted down to finish smoking, put out the red cigarette butt in his phlegm, stood up, and entered the house. The police did not disclose Zhang Youmin's criminal motive and murder purpose. We light a torch and walk into his twisted mind, where we can see two words at the end: lust and appetite. This old man who never married spent eighteen years in prison, a closed world without women.After he was released from prison, if he killed people because he was dissatisfied with the society, he would not consciously choose the target, but kill innocent people indiscriminately, regardless of gender.Although he killed at random, he chose only teenage boys, and there was a sexual element in the motive for the killing. When he was five years old, during the "Three Years of Famine", he witnessed cannibalism in his childhood. At that time, he was still a child, and he followed his parents in the production team meeting. The brigade cadres read the newspaper under the oil lamp, and the villagers gathered around to listen. A woman sitting in the corner kept lowering her head to sniff her sleeve. The child felt very strange , Then, the child was surprised to see that the woman was quietly nibbling on the little feet hidden in the sleeves. The woman saw a child staring at her, and the woman gave the child a miserable smile. That was the earliest memory in his life. He had thought about that smile for many years. When Zhang Youmin stood in court for trial, he became the focus, and many media published his photos.One detail did not attract everyone's attention. A careful villager pointed out that Zhang Youmin might be wearing the clothes of the victim.A cyan round-neck long-sleeved top with a pattern of doves flying around trees on the chest.Obviously, the color and pattern were not suitable for his age, and the police ignored this insignificant detail. In court, the defendant Zhang Youmin did not express the slightest guilt or regret, and refused to apologize to the victim's family. So far, in Zhanghe Village, there are still rumors about the murderous demon Zhang Youmin selling ostrich meat. The versions are different, but each version has one thing in common, ostrich meat is human flesh! Villager A said: He eats people, soaks his eyes in wine, makes his legs into bacon, and makes pickled pepper palms. He buys a bottle of pickled peppers and pours them into a basin. He also pours his palms into the basin when he cooks them. Soak them for a day and a night. Then you can eat it. Villager B said: Then why does he sell human flesh?Do you make money from this? Villager C said: Selling meat to make money is not the goal. With this ruthlessness, there are many ways to get money. How can anyone make money by selling human flesh. Villager Ding said: He sells human flesh not to make money, but because he wants others to be like him.