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When the nurse at the hospital asked Guan Zengbin for the third time if he wanted breast augmentation, just as he was about to break down, we learned the identity of the deceased.
Zhang Mingliang had undergone Gender Reassignment Surgery three weeks ago and had also had cosmetic surgery. As I suspected, this was the only hospital in the city capable of performing such procedures. Zhang Mingliang had pulled out a photo and told the surgeon, "Make me look like this."
The photo depicted a beautiful young woman, likely in her early twenties. Dressed in a lovely white dress, she sat on a rattan chair outside a street-side café, sipping coffee. The photo only captured two-thirds of her face from a distance, indicating it was a candid shot.
Some people strive with all their might to become someone else. When a man spends all his savings to become another woman, we cannot fathom the inner turmoil he endures.
The doctor could only try to make Zhang Mingliang resemble the woman in the photo but could not achieve an exact likeness. Even so, Zhang Mingliang was pleased.
"What do you want to do with this?" The doctor handed back the severed lower body to Zhang Mingliang.
Looking at what had been removed from him, tears suddenly welled up in Zhang Mingliang's eyes, catching the doctor off guard. In fact, what the surgeon feared most were those who regretted their decision immediately after surgery. He quickly said, "Being a woman is great; if I didn't have a wife and kids, I would have transitioned long ago. Look, I even gave you breast augmentation for free..."
"I don't need it anymore." Zhang Mingliang smiled as he looked at his severed body part and said, "Feed it to the dogs."
"It's still your own flesh..." Seeing Zhang Mingliang's serious expression, the doctor replied, "Alright then, come back for a check-up in three weeks."
However, what no one expected was that three weeks later, all that remained of Zhang Mingliang was his head.
"Find this person." I looked at the woman in the photo and said, "Since Zhang Mingliang chose to alter his appearance to look like her, who is this woman? Could she be connected to this murder case? Is it possible that the murderer killed the wrong person? Perhaps they intended to kill not Zhang Mingliang but the woman in the photo!"
"Could someone really kill the wrong person?" Gu Chen expressed doubt about my bold hypothesis.
"If someone were after an internet celebrity, it would be disastrous," I couldn't help but tease. "They all look alike after coming out of that cosmetic surgery clinic..."
With Mary's assistance, we quickly identified the woman in the photograph. This beautiful twenty-three-year-old woman is named Hu Jiajia, a graduate student currently interning as a language teacher at a high school in the city. When we found Hu Jiajia, she was in the middle of a class.
From the side, Hu Jiajia's face was indeed attractive, and her figure was impressive.
"Look at her; you’re about the same age," I said to Guan Zengbin beside me. "She has such a great figure, and you look like you’re fourteen..."
"Get lost, okay?" Guan Zengbin replied. "I don’t know you."
Hu Jiajia didn’t recognize Zhang Mingliang, but she had heard that Zhang Mingliang had undergone plastic surgery to look like her, which filled her with disgust.
Then Hu Jiajia told us something important.
In recent weeks, she had noticed some unusual occurrences. Someone had been following her, Hu Jiajia stated firmly. She did not live in the dormitory arranged by the school; in her words, she preferred to have her own private space.
She lived in a house not far from the school, and her monthly internship salary barely covered her rent.
A month ago, during her daily commute to and from school, she often spotted a figure behind her. The person always wore a hoodie with the hood up, obscuring their face. This individual was about 1.75 meters tall and appeared somewhat thin. Every time Hu Jiajia noticed him, he would hurriedly leave.
At first, Hu Jiajia was scared and considered reporting it to the police, but since the stalker hadn’t harmed her in any way, she chose to ignore it. However, things escalated over time.
Hu Jiajia lived in an open-plan apartment on the second floor, and recently several pairs of her underwear had gone missing. Sometimes she would find strange liquids on the underwear hanging on her balcony, which emitted a foul odor. Hu Jiajia felt that she could no longer tolerate this situation.
She reported it to the police, but it was of no use.
The police could not follow Hu Jiajia twenty-four hours a day.
The world of Hu Jiajia has lost the sun, and Hu Jiajia wants to leave more than once, but this internship opportunity was obtained by Hu Jiajia through hard work, and Hu Jiajia cannot let this opportunity go. Yes, what a wonderful thing it is for a young teacher who graduated from a non-famous university to come to teach in this prestigious university. Hu Jiajia is very grateful to Principal Zhang who appointed her, the fifty-year-old gentle, elegant and even somewhat handsome Principal Zhang. Hu Jiajia I had no choice but to move out of that apartment and move further away. Hu Jiajia has spent a happy week. The feeling of being watched all the time has disappeared. She no longer has to look back all the time to see if anyone is following her. She can finally go about her life with peace of mind. The sun appeared again in her world, but that Stalker appeared again. Just like a dog-skin plaster, it always sticks in the right place. HuJiajia’s underwear started to disappear again. One night, when Hu Jiajia woke up from her dream, a person was standing in front of her bed. HuJiajia was so frightened that she even forgot to scream. Then Hu Jiajia reacted, Hu Jiajia is a very smart woman. She knew that if she yelled now, her life would probably be in danger. HuJiajiapretended to turn over in sleep and covered his face with his arms. In the quiet night, there is only the moonlight through the curtains. In this faint light, the person is looking at Hu Jiajia, and Hu Jiajia is also secretly observing the person in front of him. Hu JiajiaCan't see his face clearly, only the outline of this person. This person is facing Hu Jiajia's bed, holding a pair of Hu Jiajia's underwear in his hand, and putting his nose on it. The man was breathing heavily, obviously restraining himself. HuJiajiaLooking down, I saw this guy holding the guy in his hand doing some exercise. After a while, the man stopped what he was doing and shook violently. Then, the man wiped Lower Body's semen with Hu Jiajia's underwear and slowly backed away.
The door closed gently.
Hu Jiajia could no longer sleep.
How did he get in? Would he come back again? These were the questions that lingered in Hu Jiajia's mind the most. To address this, Hu Jiajia found a Male Friend to live with her, so that even if that Stalker tried to come back, he would think twice.
"Isn't that your boyfriend?" Guan Zengbin asked, his eyes fixed on Hu Jiajia's chest.
Hu Jiajia shook her head and replied, "No, he's just a Male Friend."
Then, as if recalling something, Hu Jiajia continued, "I am also someone who sets an example for others. I know this situation is not good, but I really have no other choice. The police have come several times but couldn't catch that Stalker. Besides, I trust his character; he wouldn't do anything to me."
"Has the situation improved?" I asked.
"Actually," Hu Jiajia said, "this is just the beginning of the nightmare."
Hu Jiajia continued her story.
A man moved into Hu Jiajia's house. Although they slept in separate rooms, this action deeply angered the Stalker. The next day, Hu Jiajia received a phone call from a payphone.
"I won't allow you to be with another man," the voice on the other end said angrily.
Hu Jiajia instinctively asked, "Who are you?"
All she heard in response was the busy signal.
Hu Jiajia knew that this was the Stalker.
This Stalker could not face himself and would not allow himself to see Hu Jiajia with another man.
Hu Jiajia's Male Friend proposed a plan. Since this Stalker did not permit Hu Jiajia to be with anyone else, she would have to live with this Male Friend, which would surely provoke the Stalker. Once provoked, perhaps the Stalker would reveal himself.
And once the Stalker showed up, this Male Friend could capture him.
Hu Jiajia could no longer endure such harassment, so she agreed. She knew that every move she made would be monitored by the Stalker, so she deliberately acted affectionately with her Male Friend to lure the Stalker out.
Sure enough, it worked; the Stalker was enraged.
On Hu Jiajia's wall were written these words: "Do not push me."
Hu Jiajia chose to ignore it.
Not long after, Hu Jiajia received a letter. It was brief: "One day, I will rape you and then cut off your head to write with it."
The letter was made from cut-out colorful letters from newspapers, seemingly to avoid revealing the writer's handwriting.
She received this letter three days ago and had already reported it to the police.
But since no murder had occurred, the case had not been escalated until yesterday morning when Old Zhang discovered an intruder at the construction site. By noon yesterday, we found a Head.
A clue connected everything.
But we still don't know where the body of the deceased has gone.
"Could it really be that they killed the wrong person?" Guan Zengbin continued to ask.
One Stalker threatened to kill Hu Jiajia, while another person transformed themselves to look like Hu Jiajia. This love-turned-hate Stalker killed a man who had undergone gender reassignment to resemble Hu Jiajia.
Zhang Mingliang was mistaken for Hu Jiajia.
This was Zhang Mingliang's greatest misfortune, or perhaps it was Hu Jiajia's greatest fortune.
Even during the day, we all believed Zhang Mingliang was a woman, let alone that night.
The murderer took Zhang Mingliang for Hu Jiajia.
So why did Zhang Mingliang choose to make herself look like Hu Jiajia?
The phone rang.
"Mary, what's wrong?" I teased. "What made you think of calling me? Missing me?"
"The body of the deceased has been found."
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