Chapter 30: The Meat of the Ostrich

A hundred years later, there is a topic that can arouse our interest in talking about - how did you tell us how you died?

Those who were killed on the battlefield despised those who were shot on the execution ground, those who died and those who starved laughed at each other, those who committed suicide by jumping off buildings and those who died in car accidents comforted each other, the giants embraced the charcoal people, and some people said with a wry smile: I died of murder.

The special case team found the relevant documents and belongings of the missing teenager Wei Guan at Zhang Youmin's house, and the criminal police who secretly monitored Zhang Youmin immediately arrested him. The police then excavated the old house of the Zhang family, and at that time, a cordon was drawn in front of the door of Zhang Youmin's house, and the outside was surrounded by a sea of people. Villagers saw that the police were carrying things out in 10-kilogram plastic bags, the first two bags were clothes, and the later dig-up items were wrapped in towels or packed in black travel bags.

The police dug in Zhang Youmin's house for 4 days, and dug in the vegetable field for another 3 days, and after sifting out the soil with a sieve, all that was left was bones.

Zhang Youmin buried only one body in the courtyard, the time of death was 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 through the one-way glass in the interrogation room to listen, Su Mei made a record, and Tulong and Bao Chu put mobile phones, clothes, pots and cans, hammers, kitchen knives, axes and other physical evidence on the table one by one, and then stood behind Zhang Youmin.

Zhang Youmin was an old man with gray hair, sitting on the interrogation chair with a wooden 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 painstakingly found.

Officer Mao said: You are a person who has been released from prison, you should know that these physical evidence is enough to punish your crime, let's talk?

Zhang Youmin's eyes were dilated, looking at one place in a daze, he didn't answer.

Professor Liang said: Give him a cigarette.

The picture dragon 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, smoked a cigarette and said: I don't remember how many people I killed, go to my house and count the clothes, underwear and shoes, how many sets there are, it means how many people have been killed. I don't want to say it now, I don't say that it's not even easy to write a verdict.

Professor Leung took out a photo of one of the victims and asked, "How did you kill him?"

Zhang Youmin glanced at the photo and said: He relieved his hands in the woods, I walked over to his front, and after walking to his side, I also pretended to relieve my hands, untied the belt tied around my waist, put it around his neck, and then circled it again, strangled hard, and when he was just strangled, he also used his hands to break my hands and belts, and then he didn't move.

Officer Mao took out another photo and asked: How did Li Chang get killed by you?

Zhang Youmin said: I really don't know that this child's name is Li Chang, when he was uphill, I went downhill, I reached out to pinch his neck, and then pressed it on the ground, pinched for about 3 to 5 minutes, and the person died.

Professor Liang pointed to the pot on the table and asked, "What is this jar for?"

Zhang Youmin said: Bloodletting.

Officer Mao asked: Why did you strip the victim of his clothes?

Zhang Youmin replied: What kind of clothes do people wear when they die?

Officer Mao asked: We found some hair in your house, why did you cut the deceased's hair?

Zhang Youmin replied: I have heard people say that when a person dies, everything will be transformed, and his hair will not be transformed. If you bury your hair together, you will be able to find out who it is in your hair in the future.

Officer Mao said: You put the hair

Isn't keeping it the same as keeping the evidence of the crime?

Zhang Youmin replied: I want to wait until I save more money to sell.

Officer Mao asked: Aren't you afraid of burying dead people in your yard?

Zhang Youmin replied: What are you afraid of, dead people.

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: To say that you are not afraid is false. Once I killed one in the vegetable patch and pulled it home in a rack cart...... The boy was so strong that I was afraid that he would not die, so I cut him on the neck with a knife a few times, and when I was tired, I went to sleep. After sleeping until the middle of the night, I heard a noise in the house, and it was plopping. I thought to myself, what's the matter, haunted. I got up and pulled the lamp, my hands were shaking, I looked, guess what, there was a rotten plastic sheet on the ground, the blood of the dead ghost dripped down, the sound of smashing the plastic sheet, scared me to death, I kicked the plastic bag aside, found a basin to catch the blood, I said in my heart: drain!

Professor Liang said: Those people have no grievances with you, you gouge out your eyeballs to make wine, make human legs into bacon, I heard that you have also sold "ostrich meat" in the vegetable market, don't you have a little humanity, don't you have a little regret in your heart?

Zhang Youmin said: I usually like to drink some wine and get a few snacks, I don't regret it, isn't this a society where one person eats people?

Zhang Youmin confessed to the details of the murder of six victims, among them, in the grove near Zhanghe Village, he killed four people, and there were several victims, and he said that he had no impression. Later, in order to let him continue to confess the facts of the crime, Officer Mao bought roast chicken to encourage him to reminisce, he ate a roast chicken, confessed a case, and finally the police announced that the number of missing people reported reached 17. The local police are noncommittal about the claims of corpses and cannibalism.

Seventeen people, seventeen roast chickens.

The greatest horror is nothing more than this - you are walking on the road in a dignified manner, there is a strange man quietly approaching behind, he has no grievances with you, but he suddenly puts a belt around your neck, quickly tightens, you have difficulty breathing, both hands try to grab the belt around your neck, want to ask him if he is the wrong person, but he increases his strength, holds the belt in both hands, turns around, bends down, uses the strength of his back to make your body volley, and finally strangles you.

People tend to let their guard down on the elderly, and crime statistics show that crime among the elderly is on the rise year by year.

Yang Zongyong is a boy with excellent character and learning, on the day of his murder, he passed by Zhang Youmin's vegetable field, Zhang Youmin lied that he asked Yang Zongyong to help carry the tree, and suddenly 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 drove over, Zhang Youmin was a little flustered, thinking, oh no, there are usually no people on this road, how can a car come over. The car was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Youmin was in a hurry, sitting on the ground, holding the dead boy's neck, opening his mouth, and pretending 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 man'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 crazy, the relatives are coming, you don't have to care.

The van drove away, and the driver was worried that the old man would ask for help to get him to the hospital, and he had already figured out how to refuse.

There is a hut next to Zhang Youmin's vegetable field, which is very close to Zhanghe Village, where he is located, and it is obvious that such a simple hut is not built to facilitate the cultivation of vegetables, but to hide the corpse. There are also some brightly colored woven cloths on the side of the vegetable patch, which also play a role in shielding. After dark, chapter

The right civilian flatbed truck transports the body home from the hut.

He laid the body on the bed and took off his clothes, and at this time, night was falling and the stars were dim.

He turned on the light, coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, took it in his mouth, walked out the door and spat on the ground. The fifteen-watt bulb glowed dimly, and he crouched down to calm his excitement at the murder, the light shining on his graying hair and on the open space in front of the door.

It was a yard where there had never been laughter, only the village dogs had ever come to his house.

It was the ground that had never fallen with firecracker crumbs, and for him, perhaps killing people would bring him the joy of the New Year.

There has never been a roof ridge where dandelions have floated, there has never been a low house where cats have walked, and there has never been a light and warm heart.

There was a lot of grass growing on the wall, a big red moon had risen, and in the aisle were some wine bottles, and beneath that ground were buried the first boy he had killed since he had been released from prison. For him, who is extremely vicious and has lost his conscience, he kills not out of anger, but out of irritation. He squatted down and finished his cigarette, extinguished the fiery red cigarette butt in his phlegm, got up, and went into the house.

The police did not disclose Zhang's motive for committing the crime and the purpose of the killing.

We light the torch and walk into his twisted heart, and we can see two words at the end: ** and appetite.

This old man, who had never married, spent eighteen years in prison, a closed world without women. After being released from prison, if he kills people because he is dissatisfied with society, then he will not consciously choose his target, but will kill innocents indiscriminately, regardless of gender, old and young. Although he killed people randomly, he chose all teenage boys, and there was a sexual component in the motive for the killing.

When he was five years old, during the "three-year famine", he witnessed the tragedy of cannibalism in his childhood.

At that time, he was still a child, following his parents to a meeting in the production team, the cadres of the brigade read the newspaper under the oil lamp, the villagers listened around, a woman sitting in the corner kept looking down to smell her sleeve, the child felt very strange, and then, the child was surprised to see that the woman was quietly nibbling on the little feet hidden in the sleeve.

The woman saw a small child staring at her, and the woman smiled miserably at the child.

It was the earliest memory of his life, and he thought about that smile for many years.

When Zhang Youmin stood in the courtroom for trial, he became the center of attention, and many media published his photos. One detail that did not attract everyone's attention was that an attentive villager pointed out that Zhang Youmin was probably wearing the victim's clothes at the time. A cyan crewneck long-sleeved blouse with a pattern of a dove flying around a tree on the chest. Obviously, the color and pattern did not match his age, and the police ignored the inconsequential detail of the devouring.

In court, the defendant Zhang Youmin did not show the slightest guilt or remorse, and refused to apologize to the victim's family.

To this day, Zhanghe Village is still circulating the murderous demon Zhang Youmin selling ostrich meat, and the versions are different, but each version has one thing in common, ostrich meat is human flesh!

Villager A said: He eats people, his eyes are soaked in wine, his legs are made into bacon, and he also makes pickled pepper palms, buys a bottle of pickled peppers and pours them in a basin, cooks the palms of his hands and pours them into a basin, soak them for a day and a night, and then eat them after they are flavored.

Villager B said, "Then why does he sell human flesh?" Do you make money on this?

Villager C said: Selling meat to make money is not the goal, with this ruthlessness, there are many ways to make 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.