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interrogation room In the silence, the sound of wind and rain outside the window grew louder, as if it were about to engulf the entire interrogation room. Liu Bing and Wang Wenhao confronted each other, neither speaking, but instead looking at each other. At that moment, Guorui suddenly called him: "Brother, something has happened. It's Wang Wenhao's family..."
"I'm coming over now." Liu Bing hung up the phone in a hurry, glanced at Wang Wenhao before leaving. Meanwhile, Wang Wenhao twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking out the window with a strange expression, remaining silent.
Before long, Liu Bing arrived at the door of Wang Wenhao's home, a small layout staircase house, not very lively around. Several police cars were parked on the opposite street, and the entire street was cordoned off. At the entrance, Guorui pointed inside, signaling Liu Bing to go in and check. Liu Bing nodded and stepped into the room.
Upon entering the room, there is a small living room, with the balcony to the right. A person, with their back to Liu Bing, is sitting slumped in a wheelchair, facing the balcony. Liu Bing walked over and, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The man in the wheelchair is the pitiful Luo Zhizhong, who has been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable. If it weren't for the faint sound of breathing, one might think he was already dead. What's even more nauseating is that his legs have been sewn together haphazardly with needle and thread. Although they have healed, the seams still faintly reveal the wounds from the cuts. The left leg appears slightly dark, while the right leg is paler. These two severed legs, having been exposed for a long time, have dried up like the cured meat we eat, wrinkled and lacking any luster or elasticity. These two severed legs dangle from Luo Zhizhong's body like the prosthetic limbs of a puppet.
He must not have eaten for a day or two, and he is unable to move. He has starved to the point of passing out. Police officers are coming in and out, searching for evidence and questioning the neighbors and passersby. Before long, the doctor arrives to provide medical treatment.
Liu Bing came out of the living room and ran into Guorui. Guorui said, "We found the rest of Luo Qian's body, in the freezer of this room. It's missing a leg, which should be around here somewhere." Guorui then looked towards Luo Zhizhong not far away and said, "It's quite twisted and cruel, if our deductions are correct. Luo Zhizhong seems to have been living here for a while, with Wang Wenhao taking care of everything. Due to Luo Zhizhong's inability to walk and being confined to a wheelchair, and with Wang Wenhao having no relatives or friends, it's strange that no one noticed anything suspicious for such a long time."
Liu Bing lowered his head, lit a cigarette, patted Guorui on the shoulder, signaling him to continue with his work. He planned to continue checking the room.
Wang Wenhao's bedroom was very simple and tidy, with a bed in the middle covered with a clean, embroidered bedspread. Since the bedroom had no windows, it was likely often shrouded in darkness, more resembling a tomb than a bedroom. Across from the bed was a computer desk with some books and an unfinished cup of instant noodles scattered on top.
Liu Bing dragged a chair in front of the table and sat down heavily. It was as if he had transformed into Wang Wenhao, lost in thought. He imagined scenes in his mind.
Wang Wenhao had always admired his father, but his sudden death and his mother's remarriage left deep marks on his heart. He enjoyed studying psychology and learned from books that everyone has conscious and subconscious thoughts. Consciousness is tangible behavior and thoughts, while the subconscious is a hidden secret buried deep within. Oedipus complex is a subconscious feeling that one is often unaware of and ashamed to admit. Over the years, he had only read about daughters having an Oedipus complex towards their fathers, but coincidentally, he had a twisted and abnormal love stronger than anyone else's.
Luo Zhizhong is Luo Qian's father, and their presence completely released Wang Wenhao's stubborn love. Luo Qian resembled his mother, which initially attracted him to her. As their relationship deepened, it intensified his longing for his father. However, Luo Zhizhong and Luo Qian were in irreconcilable conflict. Luo Qian wanted to leave and even seek revenge on him. Wang Wenhao became entangled in this complex relationship. Perhaps, Luo Zhizhong lost his left leg in an earthquake while trying to save Luo Qian, and his right leg was amputated as punishment for Luo Qian's childhood abuse.
However, as a result, a powerful emotion deep within began to rebel. He couldn't allow such a thing to happen, so he pathologically took care of Luo Zhizhong in his own home, and compulsively forced Luo Qian to be hunted down, eliminating the only threat to Luo Zhizhong in the world, and then sewed Luo Qian's right leg to his own left leg. Just thinking about it made Liu Bing shiver. Perhaps it was Wang Wenhao who brought Luo Zhizhong back to his home, like bringing home a pet and feeding him every day, tying him up when going to work, and then sitting in the living room after work, quietly enjoying everything to satisfy his inner father complex. Until this inner pleasure reached a threshold and could not be further satisfied. So Wang Wenhao thought of a more exciting and perverse way. That was to make this father even more perfect and complete. So, he decided to let Luo Qian's body compensate for his father, to make up for his shortcomings. First, he amputated Luo Qian's right leg, then went back to Luo Qian's dormitory to find Luo Zhizhong's left leg.
It can be imagined that in the next few days, Wang Wenhao should be wholeheartedly engaged in the work of suturing every day. He must have consulted many medical books or online materials. He didn't know where he found the needles and thread, as well as some hemostatic and preservative agents. Then he was like a primary school student playing with new equipment, determined not to give up until he achieved his goal. His whole body was sweaty, constantly trying various methods, either tightly tying the blood vessels and needle mouth with a thread, or trying a different approach, in short, he tried all the methods, the more effort he put in, the easier it was to damage the needle and thread, and the cut wound became larger and larger. As a result, when he completed this amateur surgery, it was already late at night. What an amazing effort! From the afternoon, nearly ten hours, wholeheartedly doing only this thing. He began to clean up the bloodstains at the scene and organize the tools. When he washed his hands with the water in the bucket, the sleep demon took advantage of his disappointment and entered. He had not slept for two consecutive nights, and had been in an extremely excited state for two days, his body and brain were overloaded, no matter how much stimulation the whole thing gave him, but after all, every last bit of strength was drained, and he collapsed to the ground, and thunderous snoring rang out in an instant, sleeping heavily.
As for the poor Luo Zhizhong, apart from meaningless screaming and twisting of the upper body, there was no way to accept this disgusting farce. He even collapsed to the point of wanting to commit suicide, but he had become a guinea pig in the laboratory. The doctor conducting the experiment was Wang Wenhao himself, and he dedicated this intense and distorted love, along with both legs, to Luo Zhizhong.
The dim light in the living room reflected Wang Wenhao's pale face, which looked like that of a dead person, with a layer of grease on the tip of his nose. His mouth was wide open, snoring heavily, contrasting with Luo Zhizhong sitting paralyzed in the wheelchair, still under his control, creating a bizarre contrast in the hellish scene...
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