C3 (2/2)
That morning, Zhang Ting saw a lot of police officers appearing in the small district, but she did not care about them until the afternoon when her door was knocked.
”What is it?” After Zhang Ting opened the door, he saw two policemen with serious expressions.
”Have you seen this bag before?” one of the policemen asked directly, holding up a black Dales handbag.
Zhang Ting was stunned, she was too familiar with this bag, it was something Du Mei bought when she first arrived.
”Have you seen it?” another policeman urged.
”I've seen him before. He belongs to my friend. What's wrong?”
”Alright, then come with us. Something happened to your friend.” The policeman then said into the walkie-talkie, ”The person has been found. Stop working.”
Along the way, Zhang Ting stared intently at Du Mei and asked him what had happened. The police only said that they would explain in detail after they had finished recording. Zhang Ting was helpless, she would let the police first tell her if Du Mei was dead or alive.
Zhang Ting felt like she had been struck by lightning, and tears immediately began to slowly flow down her face.
After arriving at the police station, Zhang Ting's expression was stiff, as she sunk into deep grief. A policeman told her to calm down, fill out forms, and answer questions.
Zhang Ting recounted the basic situation between her and Du Mei and highlighted the events that occurred on the day of Du Mei's disappearance.
After asking, the police took out a few items: a wallet, a bunch of keys, and a white underwear stained with blood.
Zhang Ting covered her mouth as she cried bitterly. Without a doubt, all of these belonged to Du Mei.
An old policeman said it was lucky that the key was labeled ”Feng Yu District” that allowed them to master the living quarters of the deceased, going from house to house in search of him, or else they wouldn't even know what he looked like.
Zhang Ting felt it was strange. Since she had found the body, how could she not know what it looked like?
Just as she was puzzled, the police officer who had made the statement told her to go to the office and explain to her in detail what had happened.
Zhang Ting did as she was told. Upon entering the office, a tanned police officer was sitting down and reading Zhang Ting's statement. Seeing that Zhang Ting had arrived, she went straight to the point.
”Zhang Ting, right? Sit down. You said that Du Mei and you quarreled that day, and then saw her walk away with a man in camouflage pants, and that man and his van, how much do you remember now? ”
”That's all I remember.”
”What about the license number? ”Do you have any idea?”
”Nope.”
Officer Zhao covered his chin with his hand and stopped talking.
”Can you tell me what happened to my sister and where her corpse is?” Zhang Ting finally could not resist asking.
”Killed, and miserable.”
”To what extent? Can I see it? ” After saying that, Zhang Ting once again used a tissue to wipe her tears.
”I don't think it's necessary. You can't accept this kind of thing either. ”Ugh …” ”How about this, I originally wanted you to inform her family, so I might as well tell you now. Wait until her family's mood has calmed down before telling them.” Officer Zhao showed an awkward expression.
”Mm, go ahead.” Zhang Ting sat up straight.
”We've already examined the body, so we can vaguely guess that the time of death was two or three days ago. However, while she was still alive, she had already been abused continuously for a few days. Also... This body is badly damaged, so we can't find any useful evidence. It's bad for the killer. ”
”What do you mean by badly damaged?” Zhang Ting asked anxiously.
”It means …” Officer Zhao paused for a moment, then said, ”This girl was cut by someone, do you understand?” It was a fragmented corpse. The whole body had been cut into dozens of pieces and cooked to perfection. We found the bodies in three places the day before yesterday morning. One was the entrance to the East Bridge Station, one was Garden Square, and the other was the third floor of the house on the construction site near your apartment building. ”
Officer Zhao took a sip of water and continued:
”The killer took three bags for the corpse, one of them was the girl's own bag, and inside the bag were her keys, underwear, and the like. It means the killer isn't afraid of us finding out the identity of the dead person, it's a bit provocative for the police …”
”Another thing. Until now, we haven't found the corpse's head, so you didn't show us the photo. We still don't know what she looks like …”
”To be honest, this little girl is pretty miserable. She must have met with some mental illness …”
The more Zhang Ting heard about it, the more she crumbled, and even had the urge to vomit.
In a trance, she suddenly remembered something. It was the mysterious figure on the night of her sleepwalking, at this moment, she was sure that it was Du Mei! Coincidentally, the murderer placed a portion of the body pieces on the third floor of the construction site. At that time, there was a bag in the corner, so it was obviously the corpse pieces!
She faintly felt that Du Mei must have wanted to see her that night, which was why she allowed her to sleepwalk to the construction site.
It was as if Du Mei's call from his dream rang in her ears once again: Tingting, I want to come back, I really want to come back!
Before leaving the police station, Officer Zhao told Zhang Ting that these kinds of cases were usually hard to solve. The murderer was cruel and calm, and had dealt with the matter cleanly without leaving a trace.
On the way back, Zhang Ting's mind was full of the scene of Du Mei being mistreated and her corpse being torn into pieces. She hated herself and Du Mei for quarreling that day, and forced Du Mei to run away.
After walking all the way to the elevator in the apartment, the cold air blew continuously towards Zhang Ting's neck.
During this period, Zhang Ting had been feeling the cold air in the elevator everyday, but today, the cold air was especially strong, causing her to feel a chill all over her body, and added to her sadness.
She decided that, at least until her mood gradually calmed down, she would tell the whole thing to the Du Mei family. For the time being, she didn't know what to say.
Most importantly, Du Mei's head was still missing. After all, in theory, since the corpses were all cooked and could not be taken as evidence, the reason the police decided Du Mei as the victim was only because the bag containing the corpse pieces belonged to Du Mei, as well as because they found her key and underwear. If the murderer used Du Mei's item, it would also make sense for him to hide the corpse of another person.
In short, Zhang Ting was hoping for a miracle to happen.
The next day, Zhang Ting took a leave of absence and laid on the bed for an entire day.
It wasn't until the evening, when the windows were yellow as dead leaves, that she realized she hadn't eaten for a long time, and she slowly got out of bed, ready to go downstairs and buy herself something to eat.
As she walked toward the elevator, she saw on the screen that the door was locked and the word ”Maintenance.” The elevator was temporarily out of service, so he had to take the stairs.
Zhang Ting thought, so today was the elevator's maintenance day. If she had known earlier, he would have asked them about the cold air at the top of the elevator.
However, she was in no mood for it at the moment, so the thought passed in an instant.
After packing a dumpling, the sky gradually darkened as she returned home. Even with the stuffy air and gloomy mood, Zhang Ting still did not have the slightest bit of appetite as she just sat there in a daze.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the door, as if something had come to her door.
Zhang Ting stared blankly for a moment, before standing up as well.
In the next moment, a voice sounded from outside the door, and it seemed as if all the blood in Zhang Ting's body had been frozen solid.
”Tingting, Tingting …”
Du Mei's voice! It was Du Mei's voice!
Zhang Ting was about to go crazy, the miracle she had been hoping for had finally happened, Du Mei did not die! It was someone else who had been dismembered!
But just as she was about to open the door, she felt that something was wrong. Although it was indeed Du Mei's voice outside, it sounded a little strange, as if it was even more hoarse and muffled than before.
Zhang Ting hesitated as she stood in front of the door. With trembling hands, she opened the small window on the door.
Through the small window, she looked out.
The result was Du Mei's highly rotten, swollen and swollen face!
Du Mei's eyeballs protruded out, and her lips started to expand. It was obvious that her head had been cooked before. What was even more surprising was that the head was actually floating in mid air, looking at Zhang Ting!
Their faces faced each other, separated only by a small window.
From Du Mei's nose, she gently exhaled a breath of air, it was precisely the cold air that was repeatedly exhaled towards Zhang Ting. Zhang Ting would never have thought that Du Mei's head was actually hidden in the lampshade. She had to take advantage of the day when the elevator was taking care of him and removed from the lampshade to clean himself, only then could she escape.
Zhang Ting could no longer hold on and fainted.
At the same time, Du Mei's floating head slowly opened her mouth, while spitting out maggots, and calling out softly:
”Tingting, I want to come back!” I really want to come back! ”
Oh no!