Chapter 30 Ostrich's Meat
A hundred years later, there is a topic that can arouse our interest in talking about it - everyone tells us how we died?
Those who were killed on the battlefield despise those who were shot on the execution ground, those who were slaughtered and those who starved to death laughed at each other, those who jumped off the building and those who were killed in a car accident comforted each other, the giants hugged the coke people, and some people smiled bitterly and said: I died of murder.
The special case team found the relevant documents and personal belongings of the missing teenager Wei Guan at Zhang Youmin's home, and secretly monitored Zhang You [31     Update Quick] The criminal police immediately arrested him. The police then excavated the old house of Zhang Youmin. At that time, a cordon was pulled on the doorstep of Zhang Youmin's home, and the outside was surrounded by crowds. The villagers saw that the police carried things out in 10 kilograms of plastic bags. The two bags he picked out were clothes at the beginning, and the things he dug out were wrapped in towels or in black travel bags.
The police dug at Zhang Youmin's home for 4 days and in the vegetable field for another 3 days. After sifting out the soil with a sieve, the remaining bones were left.
Zhang Youmin buried only one body in the yard. He died three years ago, and the rest of the bodies were buried in puddles, wells and vegetable fields.
Professor Liang and Officer Mao interrogated Zhang Youmin. Leaders at all levels stood by the one-way glass in the interrogation room. Su Mei took the record, Hualong and Baozhanjiang's mobile phones, clothes, basins, hammers, kitchen knives, axes and other physical evidence were placed on the table one by one, and then stood behind Zhang Youmin.
Zhang Youmin is a gray-haired old man. He sat 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 interrogation transcript found by the author of this article through great difficulty.
Officer Mao said: You are a person who has been released from prison. You should know that these physical evidence are enough to cure your crime. Let’s talk about it?
Zhang Youmin's eyes were distracted, and he looked at a place in a daze, but he did not 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 have you killed?
Zhang Youmin tilted his head and smoked and said: I don’t remember how many people I killed. Go to my house to count the clothes, underwear and shoes, and how many sets there are, which means how many people I killed. I don’t want to say it anymore, and I don’t even say it is difficult to write a verdict.
Professor Liang took out a photo of a victim and asked: How did you kill him?
Zhang Youmin took a look at the photo and said, "He was in the woods. I walked towards him and walked to his side. After walking to his side, I also pretended to untied my hands, untied the belt tied around his waist, put it around his neck, and then walked around again and strangled hard. When he was strangled, he used his hands to break my hands and belt, but then stopped moving.
Officer Mao took out another photo and asked: How did you kill Li Chang?
Zhang Youmin said: I really don’t know that the child is called Li Chang. When he went uphill and I went downhill, I reached out to pinch his neck, then pressed it on the ground, pinched it for about 3 to 5 minutes, and the person died.
Professor Liang pointed at the basin on the table and asked: What is the purpose of this jar?
Zhang Youmin said: Bleeding.
Officer Mao asked: Why did you peel off the victim's clothes?
Zhang Youmin replied: What clothes do you still wear when a person dies?
Officer Mao asked: We found some hair in your house, why did we cut the deceased's hair?
Zhang Youmin replied: I have heard that when a person dies, he will melt everything, and his hair will not melt. If he is buried together, you can check who it is from his hair in the future.
Officer Mao said: Put your hair
Isn’t keeping the evidence of guilt?
Zhang Youmin replied: I want to sell it after I save too much.
Officer Mao asked: Are you not afraid of burying the dead in your yard?
Zhang Youmin replied: What are you afraid of? You are dead.
Professor Liang said: You are also afraid, so you only buried one body in the yard, and the others were buried outside.
Zhang Youmin replied: It is fake to say that it is not afraid. Once I killed one in the vegetable field and pulled it home with a cart... The child was so powerful that I was afraid that he would not die, so I cut his neck with a knife a few times. When I was tired, I fell asleep. I heard a sound in the house in the middle of the night, and I thought to myself, what's wrong, I got up and pulled the lamp, my hands trembled. I saw, guess what happened, it turned out that there was a piece of rotten plastic cloth on the ground, and the blood of the dead ghost dripped down, and the sound of smashing the plastic cloth was scared to death. I kicked the plastic bag aside, found a basin to collect the blood from the drain, and I said to myself: Drifting!
Professor Liang said: Those people have no grudges with you. You dig your eyes and soaked wine, and make human legs into bacon. I heard that you have sold "ostrich meat" in the vegetable market. Do you have no humanity? Do you have no regrets in your heart?
Zhang Youmin said: I usually like to drink some wine and make some food, but I don’t regret it. Isn’t this a society where people can eat people?
Zhang Youmin confessed to the details of the six victims' murders. Among them, in the grove near Zhanghe Village, he killed four people, and there were several victims. He said he had no impression of them. Later, in order to make him continue to explain the crime, Officer Mao bought roast chicken and encouraged him to recall it well. He ate a roast chicken and explained a case. In the end, the police announced that the number of missing people who received the report reached 17. The local police did not comment on the statements of dismemberment and eating people.
Seventeen people, seventeen roast chickens.
The biggest horror is this - you are walking on the road all the time, and a strange man is approaching quietly behind you. He has no grudges and grudges with you, but he suddenly puts a belt around your neck and tightens it quickly. You have difficulty breathing. You try to grab the belt at your neck with both hands, wanting to ask him if he has recognized the wrong person, but he increases his strength, holds the belt with both hands, turns around, bends down, and uses back strength to make your body flow into the air, and eventually strangle you to death.
People often relax their vigilance against the elderly. Crime statistics show that the crime phenomenon of the elderly is rising year by year.
Yang Zongyong is a boy with excellent character and academic performance. On the day of his murder, he passed by Zhang Youmin's vegetable field. Zhang Youmin lied that he asked Yang Zongyong to help lift the tree. He accidentally strangled Yang Zongyong's neck from behind him. Yang Zongyong's legs kicked on the ground a few times and soon stopped moving.
At that time, a van came over. Zhang Youmin was a little panicked and thought, "Oh, there is no one on this road, so why did a car come over?" The car got closer and closer. Zhang Youmin was ignorant and sat on the ground, holding the dead boy's neck, opening his mouth, and pretending to have artificial respiration.
His teeth were black and his tongue coating was yellow and greasy, and he kept blowing the stench from his mouth into the mouth of the man's corpse.
The van slowed down, and the driver poked his head out and asked: What's wrong?
Zhang Youmin said: It's okay, epilepsy, relatives are here, you don't have to worry about it.
The van drove away, and the driver was worried that the old man would ask to help him send to the hospital, so he had already figured out how to refuse.
There is a small hut next to Zhang Youmin's vegetable field. The vegetable field is very close to Zhanghe Village where he is. It is obvious that such a simple hut is not to facilitate the planting of vegetables, but to hide the corpse. There are also some brightly colored woven cloth next to the vegetable field, which also serves as a shield. After dark, Zhang
The right civilian transported the body from the hut home in a flatbed truck.
He put the body on the bed and took off his clothes. At this time, night was coming and the stars were bleak.
He pulled the light, coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, put it in his mouth, and quickly walked out of the door and spit it on the ground. The fifteen-watt light bulb emitted a dim light, and he squatted down to calm his excitement from the murder. The light shone on his white hair and the open space in front of the door.
It was a yard where there had never been a laugh and joy, and only the dogs from the village had visited his home.
It was the ground where firecrackers had never fallen. For him, killing people could bring him the joy of the New Year.
There has never been a ridge where dandelions floated by, a low house where no cats walked by, and a bright and warm heart.
There were many grass growing on the walls, and the big red moon rose, and some wine bottles were placed in the corridor. Under the ground, the first boy he killed after he was released from prison. For him, who was extremely vicious and despicable, killing was not because of anger, but out of stimulation. He squatted and smoked cigarettes, pressed the red cigarette butts into his phlegm, stood up, and entered the room.
The police did not announce Zhang Youmin’s motive for crime and the purpose of murder.
We ignited the torch and walked into his twisted heart, and we could see two words at the end: ** and appetite.
This old man who has never been married spent eighteen years in prison, which was a closed world without women. After being released from prison, if he vented anger and killed people because of dissatisfaction with society, he would not consciously choose his target, but would not distinguish between men, women, young and old, kill innocent people indiscriminately. Although he killed people randomly, he chose teenage boys, and there was a sexual component in the motive for murder.
When he was five years old, he was in a state of "three years of famine", and he witnessed the cannibalism in his childhood.
At that time, he was still a child, following his parents to a meeting in the production team. The brigade cadres read newspapers under the oil lamp. The villagers listened around. A woman sitting in the corner kept lowering her head to smell her sleeves. The child felt very strange. Then, the child was surprised to see that the woman was quietly gnawing on the little feet hidden in her sleeves.
The woman saw a child staring at her, and the woman smiled miserably at the child.
That was the earliest memory of his life. He thought about that smile for many years.
When Zhang Youmin stood in court for trial, it became the focus. Many media published his photos. One detail did not attract everyone's attention. A careful villager pointed out that Zhang Youmin might have worn the victim's clothes at that time. A green round neck and long-sleeved top with a pattern of dove flying around the tree on the front of his chest. Obviously, the color and pattern did not match his age, and the police ignored this irrelevant detail.
In court, the defendant Zhang Youmin did not express any guilt or regret, and refused to apologize to the victim's family.
To this day, there is still a rumor 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 ate people, soaked his eyes and made bacon into his legs. He also made pickled peppers with palms. He bought a bottle of pickled peppers and poured them into a basin. He cooked his palms and poured them into a basin. Soaked them for a day and a night, and then you can eat them after they are tasting.
Villager B said: Then why did he sell human flesh? Do you make money by making money?
Villager C said: Selling meat to make money is not the purpose. With this ruthlessness, there are so many ways to make money, so how can you make money by selling human meat?
Chapter completed!