Chapter 62 Chapter 62 I want to torture him severely!

Ten minutes ago.

Tan Li, wearing a dashing uniform, and accompanied by her deputy Zhao Zhuoqun, personally sat in the provincial department's advanced interrogation room.

Except for Guan Ye, who was sent to the hospital for examination, the rest of the crackdown team members stood on the other side of the one-way glass, staring at the man curled up in the chair.

Everyone was very excited. They had finally caught the real culprit of the serial murder and dismemberment case. As long as they finished taking the statement, all the truth would come to light!

Tan Li clicked the recorder, interlaced her fingers, and looked at the man sitting across from her. "What's your name? What's your age and occupation?"

"...Luo, Luo Yong." The man's chin trembled as he spoke. "Forty-two years old, runs a chicken rack shop."

Tan Li nodded. "Why kill and dismember? Let's start with the first victim."

Luo Yong looked at the two policemen opposite him in surprise, "...the first deceased?"

"...Lin Qingliang. Do you remember?"

"What Lin... Liang?" Luo Yong's eyes widened. "I, I only killed one person!"

Tan Li in the interrogation room narrowed her eyes quickly. On the other side of the one-way glass, everyone who had been looking happy at first asked in surprise.

Ji Yinhe stood quietly in a corner, saying nothing.

They were so shocked when they found the body parts that they closed the case on the spot. But in fact, not only did Luo Yong's psychological quality not meet the requirements of a serial killer, but everyone also overlooked that the first three bodies had been burned or cooked, while the fourth one was found in a泔水袋, and its surface showed signs of freezing.

Now that I think about it, this detail may not have been disclosed in the news, so Luo Yong didn't know the details.

On the other side of the glass, these clues also flashed through Tan Li's mind.

She took a deep breath. As an old detective who had been on the scene for many years, even if she had doubts and panicked, she could not lose her aura when facing the criminals.

"Okay, let's start with the person you killed." She tapped her fingers slowly on the table.

"That man's name is Mao Xingsheng. He's my fellow villager, a good neighbor and brother to whom I once shared a close friendship... But ten years ago, he did something worse than an animal to my only son, Luo Xiaoming!" Luo Yong gritted his teeth, a look of deep sorrow on his face. "My son was only seven years old at the time, and he took him to the toilet... He's been unable to defecate since then! We went to the hospital to put in an artificial stoma, but he got a severe infection and died after lying in bed for several months! Then my wife couldn't bear the blow and jumped into the river in the middle of the night..."

"Fuck!" Sun Gaoge gasped, "What a beast, this little boy..."

Luo Yong grew increasingly agitated, his handcuffs clanging loudly, his sweat-soaked hair plastered to his forehead. "Two lives! I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs. Is that not okay?"

"..." Tan Li was shocked by the huge amount of information, but quickly calmed down. "Mao Xingsheng hurt your son. Did you call the police?"

Luo Yong gasped, "I reported it, but he said he was mentally ill. The police saw that no one was dead, and we were busy taking care of our children in the hospital at the time, so they let him go."

"If this is true, we will hold the police station responsible." Tan Li pinched her brows and said, "Then tell me about the crime."

Luo Yong burst into tears. "For the past few years, I've been looking for Mao Xingsheng. I heard he came to Jingzhou, so I opened a shop in the most crowded place in Jingzhou. In the end, I ran into him. I even followed the clues and found his home! Officer, do you know? He found a rich wife here, eating and drinking delicious food, living a prosperous life, and even gave birth to two big fat sons! I really don't understand, when he looks at his sons, doesn't he think of my Luo Xiaoming?"

Tan Li was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "...So you think that only killing and dismembering a person can offset the hatred in your heart?"

"Yes!" Luo Yong squeezed out a loud word through his teeth. "After I found him, I was thinking about how to do it. It just so happened that the news said that there was a serial killer in Jingzhou recently, and he even cut people into pieces! I thought that a beast like him didn't deserve to have a whole body... That day his wife and children were back home, so I went to his house, knocked him unconscious, and took him back to the chicken farm..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck and smiled grimly.

Zhao Zhuoqun coughed, "I have another guess. If you choose to kill and dismember the victims, wouldn't that allow you to shift the blame onto the real serial killer and get away with it?"

"You police are so cautious, you should verify whether what I said is true or not, right? And to be honest, I didn't think too much about it. Anyway, my family is gone, my enemies are killed, and there's no point in living alone..."

"From what you said, you shouldn't care about being discovered by the police..." Tan Li raised her eyebrows, "Then why did you kidnap Guan Ye?"

Luo Yong swallowed hard. "I didn't expect you police to show up so soon... To be honest, although killing someone is terrifying, I felt really good after I killed him. I wanted to torture him severely—chop his head into a pulp, remove his organs and feed them to the chickens, deep-fry his fingers, and burn his torso to ashes as a sacrifice to my son and daughter-in-law..."

He laughed twistedly. Tan Li stared at him silently for a long time before she opened her mouth:

"We found the fried finger. Is the rest still there? Where is it hidden?"

Luo Yong was probably tired of laughing, and said listlessly: "There is a hole under the chicken coop in the farm——"

Tan Li glanced calmly towards the one-way glass, and Sun Gaoge immediately understood, "I'll take people to look for it right away!"

Ji Yinhe also wanted to go, but Zhao Zhuoqun, who had just walked out of the interrogation room, asked her to stay in the office to contact the wife of the deceased Mao Xingsheng to identify the body, and to verify the truth of the confession with the police station in Luo Yong's hometown.

Ji Yinhe nodded and sat down behind the table with the notes in his arms.

As it turned out, Mao Xingsheng's wife was indeed away with the child, and she also knew about her husband's less normal sexual orientation.

When she heard Ji Yinhe's tactful notice of identifying the body, she didn't cry. Instead, she seemed relieved, said "I know", and hung up the phone.

The police station in Luo Yong's hometown also found the case file from ten years ago and faxed it over.

Comrade Xiao Ji looked at the heavy documents in his hand and frowned.

If Luo Yong is indeed a copycat, then where is the real serial killer and dismemberment murderer?

Based on the rules she summarized from her conversation with Situ Feng that day.

——The next case should happen in these few days!

The heavy anxiety could not resist the physical fatigue. She stood up and yawned, only to find that it was already bright outside.

After tossing and turning for the whole night, I looked out the window and could still see Lu Zheng in the office opposite, wearing a white coat, concentrating on examining something under a microscope with his head lowered.

Perhaps he noticed her gaze, he turned around and his handsome eyebrows slightly curved towards her.

Ji Yinhe suddenly felt a heat in his ears. He turned around and found that all his sleepiness had disappeared in an instant.

She took the cup to the door, poured a glass of water and drank it slowly, then saw Guan Ye jogging along the corridor with a bandage on his arm.

"Why are you back now?" Ji Yinhe asked in surprise, "Is your head okay?"

"Very good! I definitely won't become stupid!" Guan Ye gasped, clutching his stomach. "Where's Captain Tan?"

"Still in the interrogation room downstairs, what's going on?"

"A homeless man came early in the morning, was stopped by the security guard, and was paged to me!"

"Homeless man?" Ji Yinhe raised his eyebrows. "Are you here to report a crime, or do you have evidence?"

"Xiao Ji, you're really smart!" Guan Ye said, leaning against the wall. "They said they saw the man who dumped Lin Qingliang's body in Tongrong River in the middle of the night. But that homeless man is crazy... I don't dare to make the decision on my own. Let Captain Tan decide whether to meet him or not!"

"...At this juncture, we can't miss any clues!" Ji Yinhe said immediately, "Call the guard and bring the homeless man up. I'll go find Captain Tan!"

Guan Ye agreed and immediately went into the office.

When Tan Li heard that someone offered clues, she immediately frowned and went to question them.

The homeless man looked crazy and stuttered. It was unknown how long it had been since he had washed. He exuded a strong stench and was crying out for hunger the moment he opened his mouth.

Guan Ye found him a meeting room, and Ji Yinhe brought water and meat buns bought from the cafeteria, asking him to eat before talking.

"My name is Zhao Liu," the homeless man said, his mouth bulging with gibberish. "I saw it in the newspaper. The police were investigating a case and dismembered a body! It was terrifying!"

"Okay." Tan Li stood opposite and asked anxiously, "What did you see?"

"No, no!" Zhao Liu hunched his shoulders. "It's scary, it's scary!"

"..." Tan Li saw him staring at Ji Yinhe, the only one who brought him food, and gestured, "You come and ask."

Ji Yinhe pondered for a few seconds, then walked over to him and squatted down, saying softly, "Comrade Zhao Liu, what did you see at Tongrong River that night?"

"People! I saw it, people!"

Ji Yinhe continued to ask patiently: "Can you tell us what the person you saw looked like?"

She took the mugwort cake that Ms. Lian had given her from her pocket and handed it to her with both hands. "If you tell me what I'll treat you to a special product from my hometown, okay?"

Zhao Liu grabbed the food and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling "delicious" a few times before hesitantly saying, "Wear, a red skirt!"

"...Red dress?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Liu nodded vigorously, "It looks good!"

Tan Li, Guan Ye and Ji Yinhe exchanged glances.

...Could the extremely brutal serial killer be a woman?

However, considering Zhao Liu's mental state, his words may not be credible.

Ji Yinhe said softly: "Is there anything else you can tell us?"

"Um..." Zhao Liu shook his head and said honestly, "No, no!"

"Okay." Ji Yinhe stood up and stuffed some food into his pocket. "Then I'll take you downstairs."

*

"...Boss, give me two buns."

In the alley opposite the provincial government office, a man, holding a briefcase, rubbed his hands while waiting for breakfast.

"Meat vegetarian?"

"Just vegetarian!"

The man took the bun from the breakfast shop owner, and in the blink of an eye he saw Zhao Liu and a female police officer walking out of the provincial department door side by side.

He was startled and quickly turned his back and hid behind a telephone pole.

The wind brought back the words from the provincial department door. All Zhao Liu could hear was the policewoman softly advising him to go to a hospital and not to keep wandering around. He had to earn a future with his own hands. If he needed money and help, he could call a welfare agency.

The man scoffed.

——What future can there be for that homeless man who can’t even speak clearly and has a confused mind?

He turned around quietly and observed that Zhao Liu had already nodded honestly and then ran towards him.

"……grass!"

The man cursed in Chinese. Zhao Liu had already run up to him, spreading his hands with a smile, "Give me some buns!"

He couldn't avoid it, but fortunately the policewoman had turned around and walked into the provincial department office building and didn't see anything.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Eat!"

Then he took a big step forward, stretched out his hand, and the two little buns fell to the ground and rolled away.

"Eat, I'll eat."

Zhao Liu looked at the man's leaving figure with grievance, then he squatted on the ground, picked up the dusty bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered:

"This game is not fun!"