dhibooks Chapter 39 Does My Wife Smell Good?
Chapter 39 Does My Wife Smell Good?
At the police station.
As the exact address was given, Yang Siyan's voice on the other end of the phone became weak, with a slight cough, "Sigh, Uncle, you'd better pray for yourself. I've broken my vow and obtained the victim's information, so I'm bound to have some minor troubles in the next couple of days."
"For example, instant noodles without a seasoning packet, or phone companies charging extra fees for no reason..."
Before Yang Siyan could finish speaking, the call was abruptly cut off. He then saw a notification about his phone bill: "Your current balance is less than 0 yuan."
"..."
Throughout the entire conversation, Liang Youwei and the others felt a belated chill run down their spines.
He killed someone to transcend tribulation, and his corpse dissolved to become an immortal.
"But how do we calculate this now? Zheng Dayou committed all these serial cannibalism cases, so doesn't that mean we have to catch a... ghost?" A-Yi scratched his head helplessly, staring blankly. "How do we catch a ghost? Do we execute it after catching it? Or do we perform a ritual to send it to the afterlife?"
"Buzzing—"
Ye Yongzhao's phone vibrated. The screen displayed a message from Yang Siyan: "[If Zheng Dayou wants to commit a crime, he needs a vessel, that is, to possess someone else's body.]"
He forwarded the text message to other officers: "Those possessed by him must have committed murder or bloodshed themselves, or be born with a murderous streak and an extremely strong desire to kill."
Ye Yongzhao said, "Ghosts are not under our jurisdiction, but the actual perpetrators of these cases must be brought to justice."
Looking at the words "possessed" in the message, Liang Youwei asked, "Captain, do you think the person he possessed... might be Zhou Gangxun?"
"In the surveillance video just now, A-Yi said he saw his eyes turn into double pupils for a moment, and when his wife came to report the case before, she said he said the same thing, that eating meat can make you live forever..."
And then there were the details mentioned in the written record: chopping meat and dismembering bodies in the middle of the night, pressure cookers, cooking...
"That Zhou Gangxun is really weird..." Ayi couldn't help but recall the time Zhou Gangxun was almost impaled by steel bars at the construction site. "Wait, but I just finished processing his paperwork and released him..."
Ye Yongzhao glanced at the time and urgently ordered, "Everyone, head to Sunshine Residential Area first. As for Zhou Gangxun, we'll find out whether he's possessed or not when we get there."
Everyone immediately set off for Sunshine Community.
"Sunshine Community... 806..." The more A-Yi muttered it, the more familiar it seemed. Wasn't that the family of four who had just died from poisoning a while ago?
The house where someone died, it hasn't been vacant for more than a few days, how come it's been rented out so quickly...?
He was the one who led the team to handle the case at the time.
The husband and wife, who had been arguing for a long time due to mutual dissatisfaction, bought rat poison on the evening of July 7 and poisoned their food that night.
A family of four—the couple and the husband's two elderly relatives—died from poisoning.
When they arrived at the scene, the family had been dead for two days. The four members of the family were sitting neatly at the dining table, vomiting black blood all over the table, and the dishes had been pushed to the ground and scattered all over the place.
But in front of each person was a bowl of white rice, with chopsticks stuck in the rice bowl, the pointed end up and the thick end down.
When they're inserted upside down, they look just like the offerings made when worshipping the dead.
Who would make a meal like a sacrificial offering, or feed themselves to the dead?
So the police officers who went with him said they felt something was off, and that if they got close, they could see that each of the four family members was smiling.
However, the forensic doctor later said that it was probably caused by muscle relaxation after their death, followed by rigor mortis.
But now, after hearing about Zheng Dayou's attempt to possess a corpse and become an immortal through murder, and recalling the scene at the time, it does seem quite sinister. Moreover, the scene of the third case of cooking a corpse is now right upstairs from room 806.
Ayi couldn't help but get goosebumps. He now suspected that Zheng Dayou chose to commit the crime in room 906 upstairs because someone was living in room 806.
Who would be so bold as to live in a haunted house where someone has just died?
Ye Yongzhao's phone vibrated again: [If Zheng Dayou wants the complete ascension ritual, then there's one deceased person you haven't found yet.]
He glanced at it, turned off the screen, and asked, "Have you found out who the tenant of 806 is? Contact them."
The officer in the back seat said, "We found it. The information the real estate agency provided for the tenant is... Zhou Gangxun."
A sudden silence fell over the car.
So in the end, it was his wife who died.
Sunshine Community.
As the police exited the elevator and entered the building, they saw a man whose face they couldn't see standing directly at their door. Their lingering gazes had just shifted from him as they were about to leave.
He brushed past the other person, then stopped. "Are you a resident here? I've never seen you before."
"I'm new here," the man replied in a low voice without avoiding the question.
"I just moved in." Zhou Gangxun nodded slowly, but his cold eyes naturally fell on the man's neck, as if looking at a dead man. "But why did you come from my house?"
Ah, so this is the new adulterer who just finished with his wife and bumped into him.
A cold smile suddenly appeared on Zhou Gangxun's gloomy face, "Does my wife smell good...?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a wooden chopstick pierced straight into the man's eye socket.
The man seemed to have never expected to be attacked so suddenly; he froze, but did not utter any of the expected cries.
He stiffly twisted his head and neck toward Zhou Gangxun, his pupils twitching rapidly inside his eyes.
Four pupils.
Zhou Gangxun stared silently with his dark eyes, pulled the chopsticks out of the man's eye socket, raised them, and inserted them into the man again, this time aiming for his carotid artery.
The man finally came to his senses, reached out his arm to stop him, and grabbed Zhou Gangxun's right arm.
But before he could react, Zhou Gangxun stabbed him in the eye socket with his left hand, then slammed him to the ground, head and all.
It seems that Zhou Gangxun's original intention was not to stab his artery.
The man was being dragged by the hair, his knee pressing against the nerves in his lower back, slamming his head against the ground repeatedly with dull thuds. His nose broke in a few blows, and blood gushed out.
He's gone mad! This man is completely insane!!!
He tried to kill me!
Zheng Dayou clearly felt the tearing pain coming from his soul, but he could not control this body to make any resistance. It was fierce and too ferocious. The murderous aura on this man was even stronger than his own. If he died in vain, he would surely become an evil ghost after death.
No, we can't hit him anymore! If we keep hitting him, his body will break, he'll be forced out, and the ascension ceremony won't be completed! Damn it! Damn it!
"You...you might have mistaken me for someone else," Zheng Dayou said to Zhou Gangxun, coughing up blood.
Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense. There's only one side to the story: the man who hit him was like a mad dog whose bowl had been kicked, chasing after him relentlessly.
Or did he run into a fellow murderer?
"Admit your mistake?" A chilling, murderous sneer escaped Zhou Gang's lips, forced through clenched teeth. "I said, isn't my wife delicious? Her flesh is as soft as a puddle of water..."
"I...haven't..." Zheng Dayou, who was half-beaten to death, spoke weakly, but he still held the cleaver that had been used to commit several cases. He twisted his arm and viciously swung it backward, aiming to slash at Zhou Gangxun's face and neck.
Die! Die, all of you!!!
"Pfft—"
The wooden chopsticks decisively pierced the man's carotid artery. Zhou Gangxun didn't even try to dodge; the knife cut a bloody gash on his brow bone, revealing the white bone underneath.
Blood dripped onto the ground with a "plop, plop".
Before Zheng Dayou could say anything more, he felt several of his fingers being broken.
The two extra pupils simply vanished, "..."
Zhou Gangxun stood up, crushing his foot on the man's severed finger, and glared at him, saying, "Do you know why we use wooden chopsticks, not knives, screwdrivers, or wrenches?"
A calm, low voice rang out in the hallway, "Because knives are controlled tools, screwdrivers and wrenches are not controlled but are very dangerous, and metal chopsticks are subject to stricter regulations than wooden ones..."
"Therefore, for the same amount of harm, the lower the threat level of the weapon, the lower the sentence."
"Moreover, chopsticks are readily available and not premeditated," Zhou Gangxun chuckled. He had left some of his leftover trash at his doorstep that day, including chopsticks.
"So if I seriously injure you with chopsticks, I might only get a one-year sentence."
He looked down at the cleaver that had slipped from the man's hand on the ground. "But now, it's self-defense."
As Zhou Gangxun spoke, he raised his foot and kicked the man, who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud, cleanly and decisively.
The man suddenly arched his back like a shrimp in scalding water, "Ah—!"
He seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream, finally showing the reactions a human being should have. He began to cry out weakly for help in the stairwell, "Help... me...! Help me... someone is trying to kill me... he's gone mad..."
"He's a madman... Quick... Call the police...!"
Zhou Gangxun slowly turned his neck, his gaze fixed on the knife. His cold, hard lips twitched slightly involuntarily, pointing upwards. "What, you want to kill me today, wife? We haven't received the compensation yet."
Blood from the wound on his brow bone seeped into his right eye, and the pupil suddenly split open, creating an extra eye that clung to the original one and struggled outwards.
"My compensation of 50,000 yuan is not even one-tenth the price of the watch in the cabinet."
"Use those two lumps of meat to seduce me, they're all yours anyway..."
Zhou Gangxun, his face grim, slowly bent down, picked up the boning knife from the ground, and stood up again. His pupils had already silently overlapped.
Now, it's time to settle accounts with his slutty wife.
He took out his key, went to his front door, opened it, and went inside.