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Jiang He sifted through the clothes like a professional designer, observing each piece slowly and carefully, not missing a single detail. After a moment, he spoke up, "The different styles of these clothes suggest they belong to people of various age groups."
He set the clothes down and continued, "Li Erdan is responsible for handling the corpses and placing them in Cold Storage. He is quite familiar with the crematorium and knows how to avoid Old Wei when entering. However, the only issue is that disposing of a body requires transportation. Although the Old Town District has few people, there is still a chance of being discovered. Without transportation, how could he dispose of a body?"
Wang Da chimed in from the side, "He must be that bold. We know from years of using that road that because it's near the crematorium, hardly anyone dares to walk through here at night. Even those living nearby take longer routes. With Li Erdan being so twisted, daring to take even dead people's underwear, what else wouldn't he do?"
Zhang De scratched his head and said, "That's quite a perverse hobby."
At that moment, Xu Yiman walked in from outside. She said, "If I'm guessing correctly, Li Erdan likely has necrophilia."
"Wow," Zhang De remarked disdainfully as he looked at the clothes on Li Erdan's bed. "What is necrophilia?"
Xu Yiman glanced at Zhang De and explained, "Simply put, it's an attraction or preference for corpses. However, different necrophiliacs may express their attraction in various ways. Some might just be fascinated by corpses and become obsessed with anything lifeless; sometimes this can blend with fetishism. Others have a strong desire to engage sexually with corpses, which is a perversion of sexual desire."
After pausing for a moment, Xu Yiman continued, "Then there are those who find corpses repulsive but cannot control their urge to get close or touch them. This type—who may say they don't want it but whose bodies betray them—also falls under necrophilia. Generally speaking, these individuals can be born with it or develop it later in life; once formed, it’s hard to correct."
Upon hearing Xu Yiman's words, everyone nodded in understanding as they looked at the clothes on the bed with a deeper comprehension.
Zhang De frowned and said from a distance to the others, "So this means Li Erdan combines necrophilia with fetishism since he brought back clothes from a corpse."
Xu Yiman nodded but then shook her head slightly as she replied to Zhang De, "Actually, if we were to categorize necrophilia further within the history of psychiatric studies, there are even more classifications."
Old Shao glanced at Xu Yiman and said, "Right."
Xu Yiman nodded again and added, "My mind is quite muddled right now; I’m not sure what exactly is going on with Li Erdan. I’ll leave it to you two—Old Shao and Jiang He—since your reasoning abilities are strong; perhaps you will have an answer."
Both Jiang He and Old Shao nodded.
Xu Yiman stated seriously, "As mentioned earlier, necrophilia can be divided into those who like corpses or are sexually attracted to them. The former won't engage sexually; they might caress or kiss the corpse or take personal items from it for self-gratification but won’t go as far as we might imagine."
"Does the Autopsy Report indicate that the corpse was not violated after death?" Jiang He asked.
Old Shao nodded and said, "That's right, the body was not violated."
Xu Yiman continued, "I was drawn to the latter, attracted by the corpse's physicality. Such individuals often engage in necrophilia, which we commonly refer to as necrophiliacs. However, there are many types of necrophiliacs. For instance, there are non-homicidal necrophiliacs who do not kill but will act upon encountering a corpse. Then there are homicidal necrophiliacs who kill to satisfy their twisted desires."
"The last type," Xu Yiman paused deliberately, drawing everyone's attention, "is the fetishistic necrophiliac. These individuals are more fixated on certain parts of the corpse rather than the whole body, such as the feet or abdomen..."
"Or perhaps the corpse's entrails?" Old Shao looked at Xu Yiman and added.
"Exactly!" Xu Yiman nodded. "But you should be able to see that the latter is a deeper level of obsession. To make it easier for you to understand, think of it like this: if you are an addict, you start with oral consumption and then move to injections. Once you reach the injection stage, oral consumption no longer has any effect."
Xu Yiman surveyed the group and said, "What I meant earlier is that if Li Erdan has progressed to the point of wanting to dig out a corpse's entrails to satisfy his desires, then taking away clothing would no longer excite him. However, what you saw on the clothing is something I find quite perplexing."
"That makes sense," Wang Da said thoughtfully from the side. "What you're saying is clear now. It's like smoking; you start with one cigarette and then move on to a pack. If you suddenly tell someone to only smoke one at a time, they wouldn't be able to handle it, right?"
"Exactly," Xu Yiman replied.
"Can we identify necrophiliacs from their usual behavior?" Jiang He asked. "Is it possible that he was just trying to steal underwear without any connection to necrophilia?"
Wang Da responded, "That's impossible. I've seen him; his gaze at the corpse was unsettling."
Xu Yiman remained silent for a moment before saying, "That’s not necessarily true because many people can disguise themselves as normal individuals. However, if someone becomes particularly obsessed to the point where it affects their daily life, it will definitely show. For example, this person might avoid interactions with living people, speak very little, and enjoy torturing animals."
"Honestly speaking, if such a person appeared in real life, everyone would consider them mentally ill and they would quickly be sent to a psychiatric hospital," Xu Yiman said. "But humans are social creatures; they cannot avoid social interactions. Most necrophiliacs hide among the crowd; some may even be humorous and talkative or have their own partners."
"However," Xu Yiman made a turn that sent shivers through those around her, "behind others' oblivion, these individuals can be extremely perverse."
"I read a paper stating that people who frequently come into contact with corpses often have tendencies toward becoming necrophiliacs. The likelihood of being a necrophiliac is much higher among those who work in funeral homes and crematoriums," Jiang He asked seriously.
"No," Xu Yiman shook her head. "It's because necrophiliacs have a strong desire to come into contact with corpses that they often seek jobs in funeral homes and crematoriums. Since most people are unwilling to work in these places due to superstition or discomfort, these individuals can easily find employment there. It’s because they are already necrophiliacs that they end up working in crematoriums, not that working in crematoriums makes someone more likely to become a necrophiliac."
With her eyes closed, Xu Yiman gently rubbed her temples and said, "The vast majority of necrophilia patients are quite timid and passive in life. They are very introverted, struggle with social interactions, face ridicule, and lack control. They cannot find a sense of existence among the living, so they turn to the dead."
"In the realm of the dead, they are kings!" Xu Yiman continued.
She laid out various aspects of necrophilia, making it hard for anyone to accept. From the current evidence, Li Erdan was undoubtedly a necrophiliac, but had he reached the point of wanting to dig up human entrails?
"What did he use those entrails for?" Jiang He asked, standing on the littered ground and posing a crucial question. "How much do human entrails weigh?"
"Approximately one-third of a person's weight," Xu Yiman replied.
"That would be at least forty pounds," Jiang He said. "Even after dissection, without moisture and blood, it would still weigh around twenty pounds. Six corpses would amount to about one hundred twenty pounds—equivalent to the weight of a human body. He couldn't have taken all of that at once, so clearly he disposed of those entrails. What did he use them for?"
Everyone fell silent.
Suddenly, Yuan Jun shouted from outside, "Come take a look; there's something here!"
"What did you find?" the others asked as they walked out.
Yuan Jun stood in the bathroom and said, "Just now, Guan Deng and I found bloodstains in the toilet, and we also discovered some things in his kitchen pot."
He pointed to faint bloodstains in the gaps between the bathroom floor tiles.
"You observed very carefully," Shao the Elder remarked.
Yuan Jun nodded and said, "Having been on this project for so long, my eyes have become sharper. But that's not all; let's check out the kitchen."
They moved into the kitchen.
On the countertop lay a pile of unwashed pots and bowls, with several bottles of soy sauce and vinegar tipped over haphazardly. The countertop was littered with remnants of food, creating a very dirty and chaotic scene. Among these bottles and jars, several dark cockroaches scurried quickly across before disappearing into the cracks in the wall tiles.
"Even a pigsty is cleaner than this kitchen," Zhang De couldn't help but say upon seeing the state of it.
"The hygiene situation is indeed terrible," Old Shao had already walked in. "What's the problem here?"
Yuan Jun picked up a pot, and as he lifted the lid, he said, "You all need to brace yourselves for this."
The others leaned in to take a look, and inside the pot was a pile of something that looked like intestines, now rotting away. Maggots and cockroaches crawled all over it, as if the bugs were having a meeting inside the pot.
Wang Da only took a quick glance before covering his mouth and running outside, clearly disgusted.
"God!" Zhang De also struggled to suppress his nausea. "What on earth is this?"
Xu Yiman frowned, examining the contents closely. "This seems to be human intestines, but we need to confirm that back at the lab."
"Human intestines?" Zhang De stood frozen in place, seemingly unable to believe it.
"Exactly," Old Shao said slowly. "This guy might have eaten those entrails."
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