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Old Xia tied up Li Danan with the rope he had used on me earlier, while I quickly sat by the stove to warm myself.
As my body warmed a bit, I asked, "Where are Captain Zhou and Gu Chen? Where did they go?"
Old Xia and Er shook their heads simultaneously. Er said, "It's not me, Officer Wu. Your physique is really a bit lacking. We have all sorts of supplements here; you definitely have some kidney deficiency. Captain Zhou and Gu Chen ran much faster than us."
After a pause, Er continued, "Li Danan ran too fast; we couldn't catch up at all. Only Gu Chen and Captain Zhou could keep up with him. They chased him all the way to the National Highway, and then we lost track of them. It was too dark on the road; we couldn't see anything, so we turned back."
"At this time, I noticed that the Second Market was actually lit up," Er glanced at the bound Li Danan and said angrily, "When I left, I locked the door and turned off the lights. I didn't expect this guy to find it."
With that, Er walked in front of Li Danan and slapped him several times, causing blood to flow from Li Danan's mouth. Li Danan glared at Er in fury but didn't utter a word of pain. If one were to only look at their appearances without knowing the context, they might think that Japanese Invaders were torturing a patriotic hero.
Er said, "You better tell me where Gu Chen and Captain Zhou are. Why did you come back? Where did they go? Let me tell you, the People's Police are watching here. You'd better confess honestly; otherwise, it will be severe for you."
But Li Danan spat a mouthful of blood onto Er's face and said, "If you want to find them, go ahead. I didn't expect to fall into your hands instead of the police's."
"Damn it!" Er was about to strike again.
I chuckled and said to everyone, "Hold on; let's not resort to violence just yet. Let me tell you a story. Sit down; Li Danan can't escape."
Er glanced at Li Danan but had nothing more to say and sat down by the stove. Old Xia also came over and took a seat.
As I warmed myself by the fire, I began, "There was once a woman who fell into the hands of many people. This was a team of five people; at least that's how it seems right now. This woman trusted others too easily and was taken by car to Tou Gou Zi Village."
As I spoke, I observed everyone's expressions, but none of the three showed any sign of emotion. Er looked at me with interest, wanting me to continue.
I casually grabbed a bag of chips from the shelf and munched on them while saying, "A few people discovered this woman with a specific purpose: they needed her dead. However, these people were just ordinary folks; they had no idea how to kill."
“At that moment,” I glanced at Li Danan and said with a smile, “a man suddenly remembered that while he was doing his business in his own bathroom, he had seen a newspaper that listed twenty perverse murderers. Thinking of this, he immediately went back to get the newspaper.”
I looked at Li Danan again and continued, “Oh, so it must be this grandson. How else could he come up with the idea of dismembering someone and disposing of the body? Normally, I really wouldn’t have guessed; just look at him, always acting so meek, but he has quite the audacity.”
Li Danan snorted coldly.
I continued munching on potato chips. “Yes, this villager ran back home and found that newspaper in his bathroom. But out of some subconscious instinct, he didn’t tear it all down. Because if he tore it all down, there would be a hole left behind, and then he would have wasted the newspaper on the wall.”
“Did you see that newspaper?” asked Er.
I nodded and set down the chips. “Yes, once when I went to the bathroom, I accidentally stumbled upon that newspaper. At that time, I tore it out and found information about it online. It’s quite interesting; if you had seen that newspaper too, you would discover something very coincidental.”
“What did that newspaper say?” Er asked curiously.
Seeing Er's curious expression, I smiled and said, “The latter half of that newspaper recorded the dismemberment methods of twelve murderers, which were exactly the same as the disposal methods used in Tou Gou Zi Village. One was a butcher, one was a hunter, and another was someone who made human dumplings.”
Er frowned and said, “It’s impressive that such things can come out in today’s newspapers.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “The original intention of writing about these people was to warn everyone. But who would have thought that someone would imitate these murderers to achieve their own goals? So at first, my criminal profiling depicted a butcher; later on, I described a hunter.”
“Criminal profiling?” Er clearly didn’t understand what that was.
I shook my head with a smile. “It’s a method for solving cases; you don’t need to ask too much about it. The key point is why I think this murderer is both a butcher and a hunter. Could this person really be both? These two professions are actually quite close because hunters must learn how to handle their prey.”
“Indeed,” Er continued my line of thought. “I’ve seen hunters in the animal world.”
I shrugged and continued, "But when the Human Dumplings appeared, I felt something was off. According to my Criminal Profiling, the person making these dumplings must be meticulous. The dumpling skins are thin, and the filling is generous, looking exceptionally appealing. This clearly indicates that this person is an excellent cook. Moreover, their knife skills are impressive, surpassing many others."
"And then?" Er asked, puzzled.
"That's where it gets strange," I said, casually grabbing a bag of Plum Candy from the shelf. "If I could still somewhat connect the first two Disposal Methods, then I absolutely cannot convince myself that this last method belongs to the same person."
I munched on the preserved plums. "A person's character is quite hard to change. If they were to choose a method of killing, they would subconsciously select one that aligns with their personality. Habits are difficult to alter; it's like someone who is rough around the edges finding it hard to pay attention to details."
Er remained silent, merely nodding.
"This Plum Candy is quite tasty," I chuckled, casually picking up a large bottle of Carbonated Drink without opening it. "So how does it work? These individuals decide on a method to brutally murder this woman, and now we see three methods."
Holding the bottle of Carbonated Drink, I added lightly, "No, it should actually be four methods. It's just that we haven't had the chance to see what the fourth Disposal Method looks like before we rushed here. Sometimes I think I should trust myself more; I don't know when I started feeling so hesitant."
"What do you mean by that?" Er scratched his head, looking at me.
I smiled and replied, "Well, I've suspected this possibility for a long time. But I've never dared to make a guarantee because this theory of mine is just too insane—so insane that it's hard for me to accept myself. You know, in this world, there are very few cases of such brutal Murder and Dismemberment committed by multiple people."
"Is that so?" Er shook his head.
I nodded and said, "Yes, because multiple Murderers will always fall apart due to suspicion among themselves. But what if that situation doesn't arise?"
"Then how did they manage it?" Er slowly poked at the coals in the stove with a Fire Hook.
I scratched my head and replied slowly, "Well, I'll tell you about that later. For now, let me continue with this story."
"Go ahead," said Er Dao.
I nodded and continued, "So these individuals began their bizarre disposal methods, leading us to lose ourselves in one Disposal Method after another. With each body part they discarded, they felt a bit safer. The more complex and strange the case became, the fewer clues we had."
"In fact," I lightly tapped the Coal Stove with a bottle, "these people have no idea what method will be used for the next disposal. Each of them chose a particular dismemberment technique, and this body of Russell Mei was like a doll; when a piece was missing, it would simply pass to the next person."
"It is precisely because of this," I looked at the two of them and said, "that even the Murderer doesn't know what the next disposal will entail, making it even harder for the police to investigate."
I sighed, "Such a seamless plan, yet it was only because I saw that newspaper."
"So these people became anxious," I said with a smile. "Their motive for killing Russell Mei wasn't merely to torment her; sometimes, killing someone doesn't necessarily mean you want to kill them—it could also be an attempt to save someone else."
Er shook his head, seemingly unable to accept my reasoning. "What do you mean by killing someone to save someone?"
I didn't answer but continued, "The more I know, the closer I get to uncovering the truth. So these Murderers decided to deliberately expose one person and direct all suspicion towards them. They pretended not to know this person while being fully aware that this individual would appear."
Er slowly gazed at the glowing Fire Hook and asked, "What do you mean?"
I chuckled softly. "Because once the case is closed, the investigation will stop here. To confuse me, these individuals have gone to great lengths. Sacrificing one person can save so many lives; Li Danan is a person who values loyalty. But isn't your heart just a bit too ruthless?"
I surveyed the three of them and said calmly, "The Sacrificial Strategy you performed was quite convincing, but it won't escape my eyes."
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