Chapter 44: I’ll Be Waiting for You in the Room (1/2)

“There’s one thing that not only did you not expect,” Huang Xiaotao said, “it was something that none of us could ever imagine at all.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Bai Yue’s motivation for killing people had nothing to do with the hatred he had for his mother!” said Huang Xiaotao.

Bai Yue said in his confession that his mother often had extreme mood swings, sometimes she would humiliate and swear at him, yet sometimes she was gentle and loving like a doting mother. Because Bai Yue was both a burden to his mother, and at the same the only family she had, the way she treated him was often contradicting and ambivalent.

Naturally, the feelings Bai Yue had for his mother was also that of both love and hate!

Because of his inability to consume normal food, his mother bought some chickens and ducks to let him suck their blood. He had been sucking blood ever since childhood, and over time, his pair of fangs grew sharp and long, and when they closed their mouths, they could see one from their lips. In other words, he looked just like a vampire.

His mother kept him in the house all day, perhaps out of shame, and never let any outsiders know of his existence. Such a childhood made Bai Yue socially inept and unable to hold a normal moral concept that most people did, and he was completely indifferent to the concept of life and death!

One day, his mother was treated very badly by her ‘client’. After returning home, she vented this anger and frustration to Bai Yue. They ended up in a quarrel, and in the heat of the moment Bai Yue’s animalistic instinct was triggered, and he ended up biting his mother’s neck. He said that he just wanted to tell her to shut up and make her stop saying those ugly words. The mother struggled, and then after a while she stopped moving. Her body slowly became cold, but Bai Yue didn’t know that it was because she was dead. He even curled up in his mother’s arms for a night.

When he bit his mother, Bai Yue tasted her blood and thought that it was inexplicably delicious. He could never forget how good his mother’s blood tasted for the rest of his life, and that was why he bit the nun at the orphanage—he wanted to taste that sweet, delicious blood again. But alas, no one else tasted as good as his mother.

And so, when he grew up, he targeted women who were like his mother, just so he could taste their delicious blood!

“When he told us that during the questioning,” said Huang Xiaotao, “he said it with a terrible smile on his face, he even licked his lower lip and scared us all! I don’t think he should be sent to prison, but to the mental hospital instead!”

“Holy shit, that’s abominable!” Dali blurted out. “His heart has totally been distorted, he’s barely human!”

Huang Xiaotao gave Dali a look.

“Song Yang, does human blood really taste different from person to person?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“The composition of the blood is the same, with very little variation, so I think this is mainly psychological,” I said.

As for what kind of psychological reason? In Bai Yue’s whole childhood, his mother was the only member of opposite sex that he knew. Over time, he developed a perverted attachment to his mother, the so-called ‘Oedipus Complex.’ When he embraced his mother’s neck, it was like taking possession of her, which greatly satisfied an urge that grew out of the Oedipus Complex, which made him feel that he just tasted the most delicious blood.

I kept my analysis to myself, of course, otherwise I couldn’t imagine what kind of nonsense Dali would say afterwards.

“Bai Yue was called a vampire by other children in the orphanage,” Huang Xiaotao added. He then learned from books what a vampire is. From then on, he thought that he was actually a descendant of Cain and believed that he was different from other ordinary people.”

“His life was actually very tragic,” I said. “He was born into an abnormal family. He was regarded as a monster from an early age. Don’t people say that hateful people often have sad beginnings?”

“Yes, that’s true,” agreed Huang Xiaotao. “Come on, let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s celebrate an end to the case instead! Let’s all have a drink, all three of us.”

Huang Xiaotao then poured three glasses of juice. We clinked our glasses before drinking. Then, Huang Xiaotao leaned over to me and whispered into my ear.

“By the way,” she said, the warm breath that was brushing my ear made me feel all funny, “wait for me in Room 1204 upstairs after the party. You’re in for a pleasant surprise…”

My face reddened instantly and looked at Huang Xiaotao with surprise. She winked naughtily at me and said, “But don't tell anyone! It’s a secret!” Then she got up and went back to her table.

“What did Xiaotao-jiejie tell you, dude?” asked Dali.

“N-Nothing…”

“What the hell? Why are you keeping secrets from me? Aren’t we friends?”

“It’s really nothing!” I said, blushing. “She was just teasing you.”

The food at the celebration feast was luxurious and delicious, but the Huang Xiaotao’s words completely ruined my appetite.

What was the pleasant surprise that she was referring to? She even booked a room for me. These words were spoken by a glamorous and sexy policewoman, hell, how could you expect a virgin who’d never even held a girl’s hand like me to not take off with my imaginations?

At the end of the meal, I told Dali I had to go to the toilet. At this time, he was already drunk, and he was beginning to call police officers that he didn’t know brothers and sisters.

“Go ahead,” said Dali, waving his hand.

I arrived at the door of Room 1204 with a restless heart. The door was closed; I hesitated to knock on the door. At that moment, Huang Xiaotao came over from behind and said, “Why didn't you go in? Waiting for me?”

“B-But I thought you were inside!” I said, completely confused.