A hundred years later, there is a topic that can arouse our interest in talking about it - how did everyone die?
Those who were killed on the battlefield despised those who were shot on the execution ground; those who were stretched to death and those who starved to death laughed at each other; those who committed suicide by jumping off buildings and those who were killed in car accidents comforted each other; the giants embraced the charred people, and some people smiled bitterly
He said: I died of homicide.
The special case team discovered the relevant documents and belongings of the missing teenager Wei Guan at Zhang Youmin's home. The criminal police who secretly monitored Zhang Youmin immediately arrested him. The police then excavated the Zhang family's old house.
The police cordon was surrounded by a sea of people outside. Villagers saw the police carrying things out in 10-kilogram plastic bags. The first two bags they took out were clothes, and the things they dug out later were all wrapped in towels or packed in
In black travel bag.
The police dug at Zhang Youmin's house for four days and in the vegetable field for another three days. After sifting away the soil with a sieve, all that was left were the bones.
Zhang Youmin buried only one body in the yard. He died three years ago. The rest of the bodies were buried in puddles, wells and vegetable fields.
Professor Liang and Officer Mao interrogated Zhang Youmin. Leaders at all levels stood and listened through the one-way glass of the interrogation room. Su Mei took notes, and Hua Long and Bao Zhan collected cell phones, clothes, pots, hammers, kitchen knives, axes, etc.
The physical evidence was placed on the table one by one, and then he stood behind Zhang Youmin.
Zhang Youmin is an old man with gray hair, sitting on the interrogation chair with a dull expression, as if everything in front of him has nothing to do with him.
The following is the interrogation transcript that the author of this article painstakingly found.
Officer Mao said: You are a person who has been released from prison. You should know that these physical evidences are enough to convict you. Let’s talk about it?
Zhang Youmin's eyes were distracted and he looked in a daze. He didn't answer.
Professor Liang said: Give him a cigarette.
Hua Long lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Zhang Youmin's mouth.
Professor Liang asked: How many people have you killed?
Zhang Youmin tilted his head, smoking a cigarette and said: I don't remember how many people I killed. Go to my house and count the clothes, underwear and shoes. How many sets there are, that means how many people were killed. I don't want to say it now, I won't say it even
It is difficult to write a judgment.
Professor Liang took out a photo of a victim and asked: How did you kill him?
Zhang Youmin glanced at the photo and said: He was relieving himself in the woods. I walked towards him. When I walked to his side, I also pretended to relieve myself, took off the belt around his waist and put it on his neck.
Then he went around in a circle and strangled me hard. When he was first strangled, he used his hands to break off my hands and the belt, but then he stopped moving.
Officer Mao took out another photo and asked: How was Li Chang killed by you?
Zhang Youmin said: I really didn’t know this kid was called Li Chang. At that time, he was going uphill and I was going downhill. I stretched out my hand to pinch his neck and then pressed him to the ground. After squeezing him for about 3 to 5 minutes, he died.
Professor Liang pointed to the pot on the table and asked: What is this pot used for?
Zhang Youmin said: bloodletting.
Officer Mao asked: Why did you take off the victim’s clothes?
Zhang Youmin replied: What clothes do people wear after they die?
Officer Mao asked: We found some hair at your house, why did we cut the deceased’s hair?
Zhang Youmin replied: I have heard people say that everything changes when a person dies, except his hair. If you bury your hair together, you will be able to find out who they are from the hair in the future.
Officer Mao said: Take your hair off
Doesn't keeping it mean keeping evidence of guilt?
Zhang Youmin replied: I want to sell it when I have enough money.
Officer Mao asked: Are you not afraid of burying dead people in your own yard?
Zhang Youmin replied: What are you afraid of? Dead people.
Professor Liang said: You were also afraid, so you only buried one body in the yard and buried the others outside.
Zhang Youmin replied: It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid. Once I killed a kid in the vegetable field and took him home on a cart... The boy was so strong that I was afraid that he would not die, so I cut his neck with a knife.
After a few times, I felt tired and fell asleep. Later in the night I heard a noise in the house, a thump, thump, thump. I thought to myself, what's going on? It's haunted. I got up and turned on the light, but my hands were shaking.
Look, guess what, it turned out that there was a piece of rotten plastic sheet on the ground, and the blood of the dead man was dripping down. The sound of smashing the plastic sheet scared me to death, so I kicked the plastic bag aside and found a basin to catch it.
The blood shed, I said in my heart: Go away!
Professor Liang said: Those people have no grievances against you. You dug out your eyeballs to make wine, made human legs into bacon, and I heard that you sold "ostrich meat" in the vegetable market. Don't you have any humanity at all?
Don’t you have any regrets in your heart?
Zhang Youmin said: I usually like to drink some wine and make some dishes to go with the wine. I don't regret it. Isn't this a society where people cannibalize people?
Zhang Youmin confessed the details of the murder of 6 victims. Among them, he killed 4 people in the woods near Zhanghe Village. He said he had no memory of several victims. Later, in order to get him to constantly confess the crime
In fact, Officer Mao bought a roast chicken to encourage him to remember well. He ate a roast chicken and confessed a case. In the end, the police announced that the number of missing people reported reached 17. The local police did not comment on the claims of mutilation and cannibalism.
Seventeen people, seventeen roast chickens.
The greatest horror is this - you are walking on the road calmly, and a strange man approaches quietly from behind. He has no quarrel with you, but he suddenly puts a belt around your neck and tightens it quickly.
You had difficulty breathing, trying to grab the belt around your neck with both hands, wanting to ask him if he had identified the wrong person, but he tightened his grip on the belt with both hands, turned around, bent over, and used the strength of his back to lift your body into the air, finally choking you.
Damn you.
People tend to relax their vigilance towards the elderly, and crime statistics show that crimes committed by the elderly are increasing year by year.
Yang Zongyong was a boy with excellent morals and academics. On the day he was killed, he passed by Zhang Youmin's vegetable field. Zhang Youmin lied and asked Yang Zongyong to help lift the tree. When he didn't expect it, he suddenly strangled Yang Zongyong's neck from behind. Yang Zongyong's legs kicked on the ground several times, and he was very injured.
It will soon stop moving.
At that time, a van drove over, and Zhang Youmin was a little flustered. He thought, Oh no, there are usually no people on this road. How could a car drive by? The car was getting closer and closer. Zhang Youmin was so anxious that he sat on the ground and held his arms.
The dead boy stretched his neck, opened his mouth, and pretended to perform artificial respiration.
His teeth were black and his tongue was greasy and yellow. The stench from his mouth was constantly blowing into the corpse's mouth.
The van slowed down, and the driver stuck his head out and asked: What's wrong?
Zhang Youmin said, "It's okay. I'm crazy. My relatives will come right away. You don't have to worry about it."
As the van drove away, the driver was still worried that the old man would ask for help in sending him to the hospital, and had already thought of how to refuse.
There is a hut next to Zhang Youmin's vegetable field. The vegetable field is very close to Zhanghe Village where he is located. It is obvious that such a simple hut was not built for the convenience of growing vegetables, but for hiding corpses. There are also some brightly colored huts beside the vegetable field.
The woven cloth also serves as a shield. After dark, Zhang
Right: A civilian flatbed truck carries the body home from the hut.
He put the body on the bed and took off his clothes. At this time, night fell and the stars were dim.
He turned on the light, coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, held it in his mouth, and quickly walked out the door and spit it on the ground. The fifteen-watt light bulb gave off a dim light. He squatted down to calm down his excitement over the murder. The light illuminated
His white hair illuminated the open space in front of the door.
It was a yard where there was never any laughter or laughter, and only the village dogs came to his home.
It was a ground where firecracker crumbs had never fallen. For him, perhaps killing people could bring him the joy of the New Year.
There has never been a roof where dandelions floated, a low house where a cat has never walked, and a bright and warm heart.
A lot of grass has grown on the wall, and the big red moon has risen. There are some wine bottles in the corridor. Under the ground, the first boy he killed after being released from prison is buried. For the extremely evil and unscrupulous man,
For him, killing was not out of anger, but out of excitement. He squatted down to finish smoking, put the red cigarette butt out in his own spit, stood up, and entered the house.
The police did not announce Zhang Youmin's criminal motive and purpose of killing.
We light the torch and walk into his twisted heart, and we can see two words at the end: sexual desire and appetite.
This old man who has never been married spent eighteen years in prison. It was a closed world without women. After he was released from prison, if he killed someone because he was dissatisfied with society, he would not consciously choose the target.
He killed innocent people indiscriminately, regardless of gender. Although he killed randomly, he only chose young boys, and there was a sexual element in the motive for the murder.
When he was five years old, during the "Three Years of Great Famine", he witnessed a cannibalistic tragedy in his childhood.
At that time, he was still a child. He followed his parents to a meeting in the production team. The brigade cadres were reading newspapers under the oil lamp. The villagers gathered around to listen. A woman sitting in the corner kept lowering her head to smell her sleeves. The child felt very strange.
, then, the child was surprised to see the woman quietly nibbling on the little feet hidden in her sleeves.
The woman saw a child staring at her, and the woman smiled sadly at the child.
That was the earliest memory in his life, and he thought about that smile for many years.
When Zhang Youmin stood in court for trial, he became the focus, and many media published his photos. There was one detail that did not attract everyone's attention. An attentive villager pointed out that Zhang Youmin was wearing clothes that may have been the victim's. A piece of clothing.
The green round-neck long-sleeved top had a pattern of pigeons flying around a tree on the front. Obviously, the color and pattern were not consistent with his age, and the police ignored this insignificant detail.
In court, the defendant Zhang Youmin did not express any guilt or regret, and refused to apologize to the victim's family.
To this day, there are still rumors in Zhanghe Village about the murderous demon Zhang Youmin selling ostrich meat. There are different versions, but each version has one thing in common, ostrich meat is human flesh!
Villager A said: He eats people, soaks his eyes in wine, makes bacon from his legs, and makes pickled pepper palms. He buys a bottle of pickled peppers and pours them into a basin. He boils the palms and pours them into the basin. He soaks them for a day and night to get the flavor.
Then you can eat it.
Villager B said: Then why does he sell human flesh? Does he make money from this?
Villager C said: Selling meat to make money is not the purpose. With this ruthlessness, there are many ways to make money. How can anyone make money from selling human flesh?
A villager said: He sells human flesh not to make money, but because he wants others to be like him.
