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Dezi moved his hands and feet, nodding at me. I took out the remaining nylon ropes from my black backpack, examined them, and confirmed that there were enough for us to conduct this live simulation. The deceased had used four ropes in total: three were tied to the beam, and one was tied around his ankle.
I calculated that Ma Youshan was about 1.75 meters tall, significantly shorter than Dezi. When Dezi stood on the stool, he could almost reach the low beam with his outstretched hand. I directed from the side while Dezi executed the task. First, he wrapped the three ropes around the low beam, twisted them into one, and tied a knot.
With the ropes secured to the beam, Dezi first tied one around his ankle, then began to follow my instructions by alternately binding the two upper ropes around his body. When he reached his wrists, I instructed Dezi to pause and instead grab the third rope.
Due to gravity, the rope hung straight down. With a slight tug, Dezi threaded this rope through the previous two ropes and then wound it up from his hips. At this point, all three rope ends were in Yan Junde's hands. Dezi tied a slipknot with the previous two ropes around his wrists; aside from not being suspended in mid-air, it looked identical to what Ma Youshan had done.
“How does it look?” I asked Mary. “Based on your understanding of knot tying, there shouldn't be any issues, right?”
Mary glanced briefly and replied, “Not a big problem; just a slight discrepancy in the order of tying. However, that doesn't affect the final outcome. The slipknot on the wrist is different, but that's not crucial; a slipknot will suffice. I just wonder how he managed to lift himself up like this.”
I smiled and said to Dezi, “Dezi, you still have one rope in your hand besides the slipknot's end.”
“That's right, the third rope,” Dezi nodded instinctively but found it tightly constricted by the ropes and had to stop.
“Pull that rope,” I instructed Dezi.
Dezi acknowledged with a sound and pulled on the rope. As he did so, the ropes around him tightened, and simultaneously he began to rise slowly into the air. With a firm push from his feet, the stool toppled over. At this moment, I instructed Dezi to hold onto the rope ends tightly; sure enough, he was now securely suspended in mid-air.
“Dezi!” I asked. “How do you feel now? Is it strenuous?”
Dezi held on for a moment before replying, “To be honest, it's not strenuous at all. The rope seems to create a subtle balance in my hands; when I pinch it against my wrist, it feels like even if I let go, I won't fall.” As he spoke, Dezi gradually loosened his grip on that rope end. However, since it was caught at the slipknot on his wrist at that moment, he wouldn’t fall unless he struggled violently.
“What sensations are you experiencing?” I continued asking. The most important aspect of this live simulation was to replicate Killer's mindset and state; of course, we were currently simulating the deceased's mindset and state. This method is quite useful in criminal investigations and often yields unexpected results.
Dezi attempted to lower his neck to feel what suffocation might be like. After trying it out, he said, “It feels like suicide is feasible; however, wouldn’t this method be too bizarre and perverse? Just now I tried it out—if I don’t actively lift my head up, the rope will automatically tighten around my throat.”
I nodded and continued questioning him: “Besides your neck, do you feel anything else on your body?”
At my question, Dezi blushed slightly as if finding it hard to speak but eventually said, “To be honest with you, since the knots are at my hips, any slight movement causes some friction down there.”
Dezi did not say anything further, but we understood what Dezi meant. Based on the white spots on the corpse's lower abdomen that we had seen earlier, we could conclude that this was likely a case of suicide. I said, "You can come down now and try to untie the ropes yourself."
Relieved, Dezi shaped his right hand into a claw and turned it toward his chest, hooking the rope's end with his palm. With just a gentle tug, the knot came undone. The third rope lost its support and quickly flew back, while Dezi fell from the air and landed steadily on the ground.
I looked underneath him; it was a bulging mass. As a man, I guessed Yan Junde probably had an idea of what was going on.
So it seemed that Ma Youshan did not commit suicide but rather engaged in this bizarre and complex form of autoeroticism.
Indeed, simulating the situation yielded significant insights, and at that moment, Juan Juan's phone rang. Juan Juan had mentioned earlier that she would give me an update in an hour or two. In the flurry of activity, I hadn't realized it had already been an hour and a half. I asked, " Juan Juan, what did the autopsy reveal?"
Juan Juan replied, "The cause of death was indeed asphyxiation, but not the usual kind; it has been determined to be sexual asphyxiation."
"Sexual asphyxiation?" This was a new term for me, and I instinctively asked for clarification.
"Yes, sexual asphyxiation. In the words of foreign experts, it's referred to as 'auto-erotic asphyxiation,' which translates to death caused by control over breathing." Juan Juan explained: "Sexual asphyxiation refers to a state where sexual deviants use various methods to induce oxygen deprivation in the brain. Through this lack of oxygen, they experience mental excitement and pleasure to stimulate arousal and achieve satisfaction. However, due to improper execution, accidents can occur, leading to what is termed sexual asphyxiation death."
"I specifically consulted my professor," Juan Juan continued. "He is an expert in paraphilia and told me that such cases are quite common but often overlooked. When someone hangs vertically, blood stops flowing after death and pools in the legs. Once the legs are engorged with blood, it naturally leads to engorgement in the genital area, resulting in an erection. At the same time, smooth muscles and sphincters lose tension, causing semen or feces to be expelled."
"And those who die from sexual asphyxiation often present in this state, which leads people to believe it is suicide rather than recognizing that these individuals were merely seeking self-gratification without intent to end their lives. Therefore, many times these cases are misclassified as suicides," Juan Juan said. "However, these individuals do exhibit certain characteristics."
"What characteristics?" I asked.
Juan Juan pondered for a moment before responding: "Take Ma Youshan as an example; these individuals often wear tight clothing for better friction and stimulation of their genitals. They employ various methods for inducing asphyxiation—some use masks or plastic bags for suffocation—but most commonly resort to hanging with ropes. They frequently wear women's lingerie and display strong tendencies toward self-mutilation. By the way, ninety-nine percent of such cases involve males; instances involving females are extremely rare. Most of these males are aged between sixteen and twenty-two years old and are typically adolescents without sexual partners."
"Lingerie? Women's?" I inquired.
"Exactly," Juan Juan confirmed. "When we removed Ma Youshan's black bodysuit, we found he was wearing a set of women's underwear underneath, which tested positive for a significant amount of semen—DNA tests confirmed it all belonged to Ma Youshan himself. This indicates he had engaged in multiple acts of masturbation shortly before his death. It seems that due to repeated long sessions of masturbation, he was unable to untie the knot on his wrists and ultimately died."
"Moreover," Juan Juan added, "I suspect Ma Youshan may have tendencies toward dissociative identity disorder or may already have developed it. Such individuals can be both sadistic and masochistic; when their violent nature is triggered, they may exhibit aggressive behavior towards others but often act like masochists when alone, waiting for someone to abuse them."
Earlier, a small-time thug mentioned that Ma Youshan had brutally beaten one of his underlings; this appeared to be an outward manifestation of sadism. However, whether he also exhibited masochistic tendencies remains unknown at this point.
"Such people are often insecure yet arrogant, their minds extremely twisted," Juan Juan said. "In today's society, the amount of information is vast and incredibly complex. Ma Youshan has naturally outgrown his youth; my speculation seems too simple to satisfy him, so he chose a different path. When a person cannot control themselves and instead is controlled, they are not far from destruction."
"That's all I have for now. We'll meet up at the Police Department," Juan Juan said before hanging up the phone.
Looking back at everything in the room, the walls were peeling and mottled, weeds were everywhere, and spider webs hung thickly on the walls. All that could be done was to let out a sigh. In this day and age, there are simply too many channels for information, leading to a mix of good and bad flooding in.
In the age of the internet, new doors may often open for you, revealing things you have never heard or seen before. But behind these new and glamorous doors lie endless treasures, the wisdom of Stone Steps, or perhaps clawing demons, or even paths leading straight to hell. Others may not know, but only those who open these doors can truly understand. Therefore, many doors should remain closed; there are things you are better off not trying.
Because some matters cannot be controlled simply by your desire to do so.
We had originally planned to investigate Zhao Kaifang's death through Ma Youshan, but unexpectedly, Ma Youshan died in front of us in such a manner, severing our lead directly from him.
The punk who had come with us earlier mentioned that Ma Youshan often visited this Old House and did not allow anyone to follow him; he was likely here for something illicit. Yet despite Ma Youshan's numerous visits, he happened to die this time. Moreover, it occurred at a critical moment in our investigation into Zhao Kaifang's case. Is this merely a simple coincidence, or is there someone manipulating events behind the scenes? From what we can see now, it cannot be easily defined; there is still much work to be done.
With Ma Youshan's lead cut off, if we want to uncover the truth, we must find another clue to continue our investigation. With this thought in mind, I said to Captain Li, "Captain Li, you handle the aftermath here. We need to return to the Police Department and regroup with Juan Juan to search for other leads."
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