Chapter 25 The Third Death

Tu Lanxun instantly realized that something had happened in the villa.

Tang Weining didn't have the chance to attack Tang Guangming, so he changed his target to satisfy his addiction. What a pervert!

She took two steps at a time and ran towards the villa. As soon as she reached the door, she said to N, "Open the door for me. Don't wait for me. Go in first!"

N actually stood still, crossed his arms, and glanced lazily at the second floor of the villa, not very interested: "You want me to help you catch him, what's the benefit?"

Tu Lanxun's head suddenly flushed with blood. He suppressed the urge to bite and tried to be gentle, "What do you want? As long as I can do it, I can do it. I promise to do what I say!"

Hearing her promise, N's expression was still indifferent, but at least he moved. His movement was a big deal. The door suddenly opened, and the tall and dark figure disappeared from Tu Lanxun's sight. Only a dark shadow rushed upstairs like lightning.

Tu Lanxun sped up. A faint smell of blood wafted from the first floor of the villa. Before she reached the stairs, she heard a muffled thud from the back of the villa, followed by the sound of a car starting. Tang Weining had run away!

She gave up going upstairs and rushed out the back door. The yard was quite large. A car swerved across the lawn and crashed into the wall, panicking like a blinded mad bull that had been whipped.

Just before a loud "clang" sounded, N's figure appeared in front of the car. The next second, he stood still with a fierce look in his eyes and raised his chin slightly. The car stopped at an impossibly short braking distance, and the whole body of the car was thrown forward.

Tu Lanxun seemed to hear the brake pads screaming, and someone in the car kissed the steering wheel hard with his forehead.

Tang Weining was shivering in the driver's seat, his body and lips covered in blood, which was caused by his own biting. The blood mixed with his nosebleed dripped onto his nightgown, staining the delicate silk.

Tu Lanxun didn't let her guard down. Even if the man in front of her was fleeing in panic, he was still a murderer. She kept some distance from the car and picked up her phone to call the police. N, standing opposite the car, said, "He's the only one on the second floor."

"What about the new victim? Is he gone?" It wasn't clear whether he'd been transported or had escaped. Tu Lanxun looked up at an open window in the corner room on the second floor. Tang Weining had just jumped from that building.

The sound startled Tang Weining, who was stunned by the collision. He hid in the car and didn't dare to get out. He even pressed the anti-lock button. Then, Tang Weining turned on the car's smart screen and wanted to call the police.

However, these are all jokes in front of N.

The car was like a chicken that suddenly spread its wings. The doors on both sides popped open automatically with a bang, forming a right angle. No matter how hard Tang Weining pulled, he couldn't close them. He was scared, but still curled up stubbornly in the driver's seat, even pulling at the seat belt with one hand and honking the horn with the other to call for help.

This scene made it seem like Tu Lanxun and N were the ones preparing to commit murder.

The horn was muted, and Tang Weining's car was rendered mute by the interference. The seat belt he had pulled automatically retracted from his palm and slithered back to its original position like a snake. Tang Weining still refused to get out of the car.

Without warning, N suddenly appeared in the passenger seat, leaning over Tang Weining in a twisted posture, staring coldly at him. N's pale and broken eyes seemed to stir up bad memories for Tang Weining. He screamed and crawled out of the car.

Tang Weining didn't stand up for half a minute and started flopping on the ground, using his hands and feet to get as far away from N as possible, screaming in pain.

Tu Lanxun walked up to him and frowned - the collar of Tang Weining's nightgown was ruffled, and more blood was seeping out from inside, with a fishy smell. It was actually his own blood.

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Tang Weining was bound to a chair with two ties, a third blindfolded, his robe half-undone. A vertical wound ran across his chest and abdomen, shallow and quickly clotted with medicine. The curtains he had hastily drawn earlier were now being used to shield himself from the outside world. Tu Lanxun stood up with relief.

"Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me? I have money. I can give you whatever you want... I won't call the police."

Tang Weining spoke in a low and hoarse voice, he was very anxious, his voice trembling, and he mistook the newcomers for kidnappers.

Tu Lanxun ignored him and took a quick walk around the villa. There was indeed no trace of the suspected victim. Tang Weining should have only hurt one person today, himself.

The scene of the injury was shocking. It was a large study room, the floor covered in plastic sheeting, a human anatomy diagram hung on the wall, and even two large pieces of pork, still with the skin, had been chopped into strips by a knife. Tu Lanxun poked at it, "The cuts varied in depth. Some were very shallow, but from left to right, each one got deeper, until it finally reached the bottom layer of lean meat. It was like practice."

Tang Weining is practicing cutting meat. Today he uses pork, but he doesn’t know what he will use tomorrow.

Perhaps he knew a little bit, because he practiced on himself in the end, but he was quite careful in his approach, only slightly breaking the dermis by a few millimeters, not much deeper than a scratch by a cat.

Two knives lay side by side on the ground: one for cutting pork, the other bloody from having just cut Tang Weining himself. Tu Lanxun tugged at his mask and, muffled, began interrogating, "Will your next target be your nephew, your brother, or your new girlfriend?"

It could also be my younger brother's sister-in-law Liang Wei. Now that I think about it, Liang Wei returned to her hometown because she noticed something was wrong with Tang Weining, but for some reason she didn't bring her son with her. Maybe they didn't have a deep relationship.

Tang Weining was shocked, his mouth opened wide, and he stuttered: "You...what are you talking about?"

He became furious. "Don't spit bloody words at me! Who asked you to come here? Was this a prank by a fan? You...you're breaking the law. Do you understand?"

Tu Lanxun counterattacked: "How funny! You hid Bai Chao in the cold room of the laboratory building. Isn't that illegal?"

Tang Weining seemed to have been hit by a stick, and his whole body was drooping. Even a person like him could not refute this fact. He kept muttering to himself: "Bai Chao...Bai Chao is there...She is there alone...Wait for me to go see her...I am sorry for Xiaobao...Wu..."

As he spoke, Tang Weining actually started crying. Two lines of tears flowed down, making two wet dimples in the tie covering his eyes.

Tu Lanxun frowned slightly: "You also admit that you killed Bai Chao?"

Tang Weining burst into tears, his whole body trembling with sobs, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He hunched his legs and arched his back, trying to curl up, but was prevented by the restraints on his hands and feet. His posture was extremely distorted, and the nosebleed that had just stopped was washed out again by his snot.

Murderers often burst into tears when they confess. Tu Lanxun turned his back. Now that Tang Weining was captured and Bai Chao's body was in the university cold room, it was definitely enough to convict him.

But she always felt that she had forgotten something. Oh, it was Tang Weining’s girlfriend Xiaobao. Xiaobao was pregnant.

A chill crept up his back, and Tu Lanxun's gaze fell uncontrollably on the pork. Tang Weining had even used his own stomach to practice knife skills. What did he want to do?

Xiaobao is pregnant...

In the chat history, Tang Weining said to Xiaobao: I miss Xiaobao, I miss the child, and hope to meet him soon.

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After crying for two rounds, Tang Weining admitted that he killed Bai Chao.

Tang Weining confessed that he had a quarrel with Bai Chao that day, and afterwards he drank to drown his sorrows. Tang Weining, who was blackout drunk, accidentally killed Bai Chao, and then dismembered the body in a daze. When he woke up, his living wife had turned into pieces of corpses on the ground.

This account seems to be an attempt to shirk responsibility, but Tang Weining clearly described how he packed Bai Chao's body, how he smuggled it into the school cold room, and how he hid her for three years by replacing the advertising posters. He confessed everything.

His entire mood had collapsed, and no one could bear to confess a secret that had been kept to themselves for too long. Under such a collapse, it was difficult for a person to lie, unless he was an actor.

But Tu Lanxun thought it was outrageous. Not to mention killing someone while drunk, dismembering a body was difficult to accomplish even when one was sober, not to mention Tang Weining who had lost his memory due to drinking. He would have to cut eight pounds of pork before cutting his own abdomen. How could he dismember a body?

Even if it was Tang Weining who dismembered the body three years ago, shouldn't he have been familiar with the feel of the knife when cutting human skin and flesh? Why would he be practicing here foolishly? Could it be that his skills have become rusty after three years?

Or was it not him who dismembered the body, but his accomplices?

They say brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight in battle. Isn't Tang Peng'an a legitimate attending physician? He's more skilled with a knife than Tang Weining. Considering that Tang Weining had followed Xiaoguang with a knife, this guy... couldn't he be trying to kill his brother and accomplice's entire family?

"Tell me, was it Tang Pengan who helped you dismember Bai Chao back then?" Tu Lanxun asked.

"No, of course it's not Peng'an. How could it be possible..." Tang Weining seemed to have heard something absurd and gave a wry laugh. He was then interrupted by Tu Lanxun: "Then why were you following Tang Guangming with a knife?"

Tang Weining shook his head even harder: "I didn't! I didn't do such a thing!"

Tu Lanxun didn't understand why Tang Weining only admitted half of his guilt, as he was a university teacher and knew some law. At present, Bai Chao's body was the biggest evidence and was enough to send him to jail. Why was he still struggling?

She then asked, "Are you cutting up your own flesh and yourself here in preparation for killing Xiaobao?"

Tang Weining: "You... you're talking nonsense! How could I kill Xiaobao... I love Xiaobao the most... Ah, my Chaochao... Woohoo... I'm preparing for both of us..."

Tu Lanxun was a little confused: "What preparations?"

Tang Weining burst into tears again, uttering only fragments through his sobs: "It's... for our child... to bring the child into the world..."

"Did you ask Xiaobao for permission to do this?"

"Xiaobao will agree! It's all for the child!"

Enough, Tu Lanxun thought, this pervert is completely crazy.

If she guessed correctly, Tang Weining was practicing a deadly and rough caesarean section. For some perverted reason, he wanted to bring his and Xiaobao's child into the world with his own hands.

Tu Lanxun thought of Xiaobao again and felt a little worried. Xiaobao was still looking forward to having a child with Tang Weining. If she learned about Tang Weining's thoughts from the police after a while, and she was still pregnant, could she accept such a tragic fact?

She paused, recounting Tang Weining's actions and his plans -

Bai Chao and Xiao Bao were the victims he personally admitted to having attacked and was about to attack.

Tang Guangming was the person he suspected of having a criminal plan against.

Liang Wei is a potential victim who was suspected to have been scared away by him.

Tang Pengan, the only person in his network who had the technical ability to dismember bodies and was the most likely accomplice, was also the father and husband of the last two potential victims.

There was another one, Bai Xiaoju, who was held in her arms by her father the night before she was burned to death, and then she fell into a deep sleep and never woke up.

Tu Lanxun, like peeling back the curtain covering a horror movie, asked softly, his fingers trembling, "Bai Xiaoju's death...does it have anything to do with you?"

Tang Weining's face was covered in tears, and his expression was gloomy as if he was on the verge of death. He nodded: "Yes..."

brute.

Tu Lanxun closed his eyes and said, "You've killed two people, both of whom were close to you. Now, you're planning to kill a third one."

He is a psychopath who specializes in killing those around him.

Tang Weining gasped in despair, unable to do anything but accept.

At this moment, N suddenly appeared beside her and frowned, "No, three people have died in this house."