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At half past twelve, we finally arrived at Zhang Mingliang's home.
"Let's see what a transgender person's house looks like," I said, closing the entrance door behind us.
"That's superficial. From a medical perspective, it's called Gender Dysphoria," Guan Zengbin said while taking pictures of the room. "It's a kind of psychological condition where individuals cannot identify with their gender and subsequently wish to undergo Gender Reassignment Surgery to change their gender. However, in our country, such surgeries are performed very rarely due to significant societal pressure."
"Is this something innate or developed over time?" I asked as I surveyed the furnishings in the room.
It was a very ordinary residential apartment, consisting of two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and balcony. The rooms were not large, and the decor was quite plain. The living room was small, dominated by an L-shaped sofa that took up most of the space, facing a cabinet with a large television on top.
"There are both innate and acquired factors," Guan Zengbin replied.
I nodded and turned on the television with the remote. It seemed that Zhang Mingliang had not completely turned off the TV on the night he died. This might have been a habit of his; many people nowadays simply use the remote to turn off the TV instead of switching off the power.
"The competition is fierce right now; James with a slam dunk—what a play..." The sound came from the television.
It appeared that before turning off the TV last time, Zhang Mingliang had been watching a sports channel.
Leaving the TV on, the three of us walked into the first bedroom. Inside was a large wardrobe and a bed, with a small bookshelf beside it. The bookshelf held various books—some serious literature, some online novels, romance novels, and even a copy of "Murder Case," suggesting that he was a fan of mysteries.
I picked up a few books and casually flipped through their pages.
"What is a transgender person's sexual orientation?" I asked.
Guan Zengbin continued taking photos. "They might like men or women; it's hard to say. Gender Dysphoria only indicates a dislike for one's reproductive organs; analyzing sexual orientation is quite complex."
In another bedroom, there was a yoga mat and a computer nearby.
In today's society, if you want to know a person deeply, you basically need to know his computer deeply. But none of the three of us could do this, so I had to ask Mary to come and help. After Mary heard what I said, she just asked me to log in to my QQ on this computer. "You go check other rooms, I will guard this computer." I said to Guan Zengbin and Gu Chen. While I was waiting for Mary's results, I was thinking about some important things. The timing of Zhang Mingliang’s choice of gender reassignment and plastic surgery is too coincidental with the timing of Murderer’s threat to Hu Jiajia. The coincidence was as if the two people had discussed it, and why did Zhang Mingliang appear at the construction site that night? Just when I was thinking hard and couldn't figure it out, the computer of Zhang Mingliang suddenly heard the sound of "um uh ah ah" from the island country movie. I was startled and hurried to look at the screen, only to find that A love action movie from an island country was actually playing on the computer. Two women were lying on the bed, helping each other. The excitement of the scene made people's blood rush. "Damn, Wu Meng brother." Gu Chen appeared behind me: "You are too thirsty, we are still Investigate the Case, if you have any needs, can you go home and solve them? ?" Guan Zengbin also stood behind me with a red face and said: "Shameless~" "I was wronged!" I shouted. Immediately, I remembered one thing. This was all Mary's fault. She was one of the best hackers in the country, and it was not difficult to remotely operate a computer. I quickly sent a QQ to Mary: "Damn it, sis, stop playing. Have you found anything?" At this moment, a hidden folder popped up on the computer, which contained many documents with dates marked on them. . The documentation is from four weeks ago. When the three of us finished reading the entire document, we were all silent. Seventeen years ago, a first-grade child was kicked to the ground: You are like this at a young age, how can you grow up and dare to steal girls' skirts? Call your parents over. "We must strictly monitor our children, and the teacher will give him a chance." The child's parents said. "Little rascal, little rascal." The other children called this child so.
The child's parents felt a sense of relief, as they had once again managed to cover up a lie. They would rather label their child as a delinquent at such a young age than reveal the truth to the world.
"Why did you steal the little girl's dress?" his father asked, pretending to be serious.
"Our son is quite mature for his age," his father whispered to his mother, his tone even somewhat proud.
His parents stifled their laughter; in the eyes of these two farmers, it meant their son was becoming a man.
However, one statement from their son silenced their laughter forever.
"I’m a girl, and I want to wear a dress," the child said.
From that moment on, the child's parents had to repeatedly fabricate excuses. They claimed that their son stole women's clothes because he was a delinquent.
Finally, one day, his father became angry. He took off his pants and pointed at his lower body, saying to his son, "I have what you have; how can you not tell whether you're a boy or a girl?"
His father thought this would clarify things for him, but the son replied with something that sent chills down his spine:
"Does that mean if I cut this off, I would be a woman?"
In middle school, he secretly wore his mother's clothes for the first time, dressing himself up like a woman. When his father discovered him, he beat him for over an hour. Exhausted and tearful, his father lay on the ground and choked out the question, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
Bruised and nearly unconscious, he stubbornly replied, "I’m a woman."
That was the first time his father hit him, and it was also the last.
Though he questioned his gender identity, he excelled academically and remained rational. As he grew older, he began to understand his parents' perspective. How could these honest farmers comprehend what gender dysphoria meant? They had no idea it was something innate. He knew his parents loved him; otherwise, they wouldn't have tolerated him for eighteen years.
On his eighteenth birthday, the three of them embraced and cried together. His father, who never drank alcohol, consumed three bottles of liquor alone while his mother finished one. His father told him, "Child, your life is yours; we cannot dictate it. Do whatever you want. No matter if you're a boy or a girl, you are still my child."
From that moment on, the child never mentioned being a girl again.
In the second half of his freshman year, his father passed away due to illness.
By his junior year, his mother also left him.
His parents did not leave him much. He saw his mother for the last time, and she told him: "All these years, you never said anything, but we understood. From now on, you don’t have to worry about us anymore. Just do what you want and be yourself, okay?"
He cried heartbrokenly.
After graduation, he moved to this city and fell in love with someone—a man.
This man was an intern teacher at a school named Gao Rui. Gao Rui met all his criteria for a partner: he was gentle and refined, well-built, handsome, a teacher who was both knowledgeable and skilled. He did everything he could to gather information about Gao Rui and discovered that Gao Rui had a girlfriend.
Trying to steal Gao Rui away from his girlfriend was not an easy task, especially since he had something unnecessary.
He could no longer hold back; Gender Reassignment Surgery was now on his agenda.
To learn more about Gao Rui, he began stalking him early on. He thought that even just seeing him from afar would be good. He followed Gao Rui for several months (his folder contained many photos, all taken secretly). But one day, he discovered that Gao Rui had moved into a woman's home.
That woman was none other than Hu Jiajia.
So three weeks ago, he finally fulfilled a wish he had cherished for over twenty years.
When Zhang Mingliang left the hospital, he had become her.
Zhang Mingliang looked very much like Hu Jiajia. She thought that once she fully recovered from the surgery, she would confess her feelings to Gao Rui. She was taller than Hu Jiajia, had larger breasts than Hu Jiajia, and was just as beautiful as Hu Jiajia. Gao Rui would surely like her. As long as she could win Gao Rui's heart, she would find opportunities later to tell him about her being transgender.
She continued to follow Gao Rui for several weeks when something interesting happened. Zhang Mingliang noticed that while she was stalking Gao Rui, it seemed someone was also following Hu Jiajia. She encountered this mysterious person with strange movements more than once, and he seemed even more extreme than she was.
Once, Zhang Mingliang saw this person walking into Hu Jiajia's apartment carrying a paint bucket. As for what he was doing inside, Zhang Mingliang had no idea. Suddenly, he thought that perhaps this person could help him get Gao Rui, because the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
So, Zhang Mingliang left a note in a place where the Stalker often appeared:
I am Hu Jiajia. Come to the abandoned construction site east of Yucai High School tomorrow night. I have something to discuss with you.
This was Zhang Mingliang's last document.
On the back of this document, Zhang Mingliang wrote: The Stalker will definitely come after seeing this note. At that time, I can cooperate with him; he helps me get Gao Rui, and I help him get Hu Jiajia. I'm so happy! It won't be long before I can be with Gao Rui.
“Zhang Mingliang doesn’t know that the Murderer has already sent a threatening letter to Hu Jiajia,” Guan Zengbin analyzed. “That’s why he dared to arrange a meeting with the Murderer under Hu Jiajia's name, and the Murderer thinks his threats worked, which is why Hu Jiajia would want to meet him.”
“Late at night, the Murderer might not clearly see Zhang Mingliang’s face; perhaps he really did kill the wrong person!” Guan Zengbin showed a look of surprise.
Gu Chen sighed and said, “It’s so dramatic; it feels like a movie.”
“Why did Zhang Mingliang choose to meet him near the abandoned factory close to Yucai High School? Why is Zhang Mingliang so confident that this collaboration will succeed? Why didn’t Zhang Mingliang consider whether this person might harm him?” I frowned and said, “I’m afraid there’s only one reason for all of this.”
“What is it?” both of them asked in unison.
“Zhang Mingliang might know this Stalker.”
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