Volume 3 My Conversation with Baozi (9)

The following is from Bao Ziqiang's interrogation transcript and

Date: January 3, 1998

Location: Dafang Town Psychiatric Hospital

Interviewee: Bao Ziqiang

Inquired: Wang Xiu

Recorder: Zhang Bo

(Omit the introduction of personal information)

Q: Do you know the reason for this admission?

A: Yes, some people suspect that I killed Zheng Xiaopang.

Q: Could you please tell me exactly what Zheng Xiaopang's name is?

Answer: I forgot everything about Zheng, he is the son of Zheng Yaozu.

Q: Where were you between 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. on December 31, 1997?

A: I cook at home at 4 p.m., I leave home at 16:30 p.m., and I arrive at the Tofu Hotel before 5 p.m. Zheng Xiaopang was inviting friends to dinner in the restaurant, including Bai Saihua, I walked into the living room and asked Bai Saihua to come out to chat alone, Bai Saihua didn't do it, Zheng Xiaopang stood up, and couldn't help but say that he slapped me in the mouth, and the two of us scuffled together, and somehow he suddenly choked. And as soon as he died, his whole body suddenly stinked, and his face was covered with corpse spots.

Q: How did you talk at the time?

Answer: Bai Saihua said that she is free in love, and she doesn't need to report to me who she is good with. Zheng Xiaopang came over and said that Bai Saihua was his horse, and said that I didn't even have ten yuan in my pocket, so what kind of pickle girl to take, and then everyone laughed. I just stood and didn't speak, I ignored Zheng Xiaopang, his speech was a fart in my eyes. I just talked to Huahua, and I told her that Zheng Xiaopang was a hooligan, and he made a fortune by contracting the reservoir project left by Lu Guang, do you remember when they blocked you in front of the school? They're not good stuff. Before I could finish speaking, Zheng Xiaopang slashed my face with an electric cannon, and I felt a numbness on my face, and I couldn't see anything, so I felt my fists hit me in the face one after another.

Q: Let's confirm, are you going to find Zheng Xiaopang or Bai Saihua?

Answer: White Saihua

Q: How many people beat you

A: Several, I feel that the men who ate were all involved, and some people kicked me in the stomach and kicked my legs at the same time.

Q: Don't ask rhetorically, let me ask you who you are

Answer: Zheng Xiaopang, Li Jian'an, Liu Tonghe, there must be these guys, I don't know the others.

Q: Which part of the area did you hit him?

A: They were the ones who beat me. I hugged Zheng Xiaopang and didn't hit him in any part.

Q: Does Zheng Xiaopang have any symptoms?

Answer: He grabbed me by the collar and hit me, but suddenly he clutched his chest, rolled on the ground in pain, and then stopped moving.

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A: I have read the above transcript, and it is consistent with what I said. (stamped)

After pressing the handprint, I flipped through the transcript and placed it in a leather briefcase.

Baozi said lightly, "Zheng Xiaopang has been dead a long time ago, and he has been dead for ten years." ”

"Brother Bao, let's not joke like this, are you saying that a corpse contracted four reservoirs, became a big profit and tax collector in our town, snatched your girlfriend, and fought with you?"

Baozi said: "This corpse was turned into a living ghost when he was in prison. Do you remember Lu Guang's death in prison? ”

"I remember that a few days after being imprisoned, Lu Guang suddenly died for unknown reasons." I said, "It was 1988, and I was just in junior high school. At that time, the whole town knew that there was a handsome guy Lu Guang. Later, for some reason, he died, and his home was destroyed. ”

"I told you about the process. Zhang Wenju's life soul fell in love with Zheng Xiaopang in prison, so he changed the host, threw away Lu Guang's body, which was beaten to a thousand holes, and got into Zheng Xiaopang's body. Zheng Xiaopang's soul was swallowed by him at that time. ”

"How do you prove it?" I asked, "These things can't be written down." In the world of law, only the flesh can be traced, you know. ”

"Actually, when I was fighting against Zheng Xiaopang, my Yuan Shen was fighting against Zhang Wenju's Yuan Shen, and in my eyes, there was only Zhang Wenju, and I didn't see Zheng Xiaopang."

"You already knew that Zheng Xiaopang was Zhang Wenju, why did you wait for ten years, and you didn't kill him until he pried Huahua away, which is inevitably incredible." I immediately asked.

"He is very hidden, since I came back from the Six Demon Gates, I have been killing living ghosts, from the mouths of several living ghosts, I sorted out the clues, and locked my eyes on Zheng Xiaopang. And I found the basis for him to absorb people's yang energy. ”

"On what basis?" I asked.

"He went to the sun god to bathe and prostitute the young lady, and I followed him all the way and found that he was sucking the young lady's yang energy in the private room. The ladies are all outsiders, and they can't see the light of day when they do the next three indiscriminate things, and they are sucked by yang qi for a few days at most, and it is difficult to be discovered. ”

"The last time you were accused of soliciting prostitution?"

"Yes, Zhang Wenju is very cunning, and when he found out that I was following him, he called the police to discredit me, and he was so angry that Huahua dumped me."

"Killing two birds with one stone."

"Well, I earn three hundred a month, and I usually don't have enough money, so Huahua will give me pocket money, and Miss Prostitute wants a hundred yuan, how can she not be angry?"

"It's a lot of money"

"It's not about money"

"So you're determined to get rid of Zhang Wenju. And you didn't go to the hotel yesterday to find Bai Saihua, but to find Zhang Wen to report revenge, right? ”

"What revenge, it's my task to get rid of him."

"But you took advantage of Sister Hua. You've disguised getting rid of Zhang Wenju as an emergency," I added, with an evaluative statement.

"But you still made a transcript of what I said." He said a little slyly, "I told you the story of the ghost gate, and you believe that living ghosts exist. ”

"No, I don't believe it"

"You believe it. Because you believe in me. ”

"According to your logic, there will be floods this year." I reminded him, "But as far as I know, there have not been a few major floods in the northeast, after all, this is not a low-lying area of the Jianghuai River." Are you right? ”

Baozi smiled: "Did the Soviet Union collapse in 1990?" ”

I scratched my head helplessly, "But you only told me your story in 1997, you can make up a historical story and tell the future you foresee." ”

Baozi shook his head helplessly and asked, "Zheng Xiaopang's matter is big this time, right?" ”

I nodded, "First, after the treatment last year, the official believes that you have recovered from mental illness and are not listed as a person who causes accidents above the third level, but you have also lost your immunity, if you commit a crime, it is impossible to let you go like last time; Second, Zheng Xiaopang is almost the biggest God of Wealth in the town, if you kill him, someone will hate you to death. ”

Baozi corrected me and said, "It's not that I killed him, it's that he's already dead." ”

I was just about to snatch him a few words, when the door suddenly opened, and the doctor poked out half of his head and motioned for me to come out quickly. I hurriedly asked my colleague to take care of the buns, followed the doctor to the door, and asked, "The results are out?" ”

"Come out," the doctor nodded, "I'm afraid no one can save him this time, all the test indices of schizophrenia are normal, and he is not crazy." ”

"Are you sure? After all, human life is at stake," I was a little anxious.

"You can apply to the municipal hospital for a re-examination." The doctor explained.

"After so many years of old psychosis, how can you say it's good?" I almost revealed what I really meant.

The doctor seemed to read my thoughts, and he snorted, "Maybe the detection technology is better than it was more than ten years ago!" In fact, mental illness is just a definition given by the majority to the minority. Perhaps, we are all patients, and mentally ill people are normal people, who knows. ”