Chapter 155: Necrophilia (2/2)

Every detail fell into place neatly now, and I could feel that I was close to finding out the truth. I almost burst out in laughter due to the excitement!

At that moment, a bright light flickered outside the window. It couldn’t have been the police yet. My first hunch told me that someone was probably stealing Xiaotao’s car.

I ran out in a hurry, but found Xiaotao’s BMW sedan parked there undisturbed. Then I saw a black Volkswagen Santana pulling up and leaving the place. The car’s license plate was covered with a red cloth. This car was just too suspicious. It was highly likely that it was related to the two murders.

I yelled for the car to stop but to no avail. I remembered how Xiaotao shot a car to mark an escaping car in an earlier case, so I picked up a stone and hurled it towards the car, smashing the rear windshield.

Xiaotao and Dali ran out, but at that point the car was already gone. I briefly explained what just went on to them. Xiaotao nodded and replied, “Right, when the police arrive, I’ll ask them to track down the car.”

“By the way,” I added, “I found out who the murderer is.”

“Who is it?” Xiaotao and Dali asked in unison.

“A female corpse!” I replied.

Cao Da was probably a necrophiliac. He was probably having his way with the corpse alone in the back room of the night club. He bathed her, dressed her up just like a child would dress up a doll, and then have sex with her.

Unbeknownst to him, the corpse suddenly came back to life during sex and stabbed Cao Da in the chest. The knife was either prepared in advance or it probably was something Cao Da carried with him all the time. After stabbing Cao Da, she forced the knife into his hand and continued to pretend to be dead.

Therefore, the murderer didn’t need to herself at all, because no one would ever suspect a dead woman.

When the gang members broke in, all they saw was their boss, stabbed multiple times in the chest while still holding a weapon in his hands. None of them would take notice of the corpse since they knew that she was dead all along. And that was why they insisted that there wasn’t a single living person at the murder scene.

Cao Da’s body was then sent to the funeral home together with the dead woman. The staff at the crematorium saw the young and beautiful dead woman, so he brought her to the crematorium during the night to have his way with her. The comb we saw at the scene was probably used to comb the corpse’s hair, the towel was probably soaked in hot water to soften the joints of her stiff body, and it was probably unnecessary to explain what he used the Vaseline for.

In fact, such scandals were not uncommon in funeral homes. Because of their profession, undertakers and those who worked in funeral homes were shunned by society in general and they were mostly isolated. So, whenever there was a young and beautiful corpse, some of them used it as an opportunity to vent their frustrations.

For some unknown reason, the dead woman came back to life again, and when she saw what was happening, she hurled the ashtray at the funeral home staff and accidentally killed him before escaping. Then she wandered around the funeral home, which was when we saw her. She even bumped into Dali in the toilet.

After listening to my explanation, Xiaotao sighed, “A dead woman who came back to life… What a horrifying twist!”

Dali’s face was as white as a sheet. In a voice that almost broke into sobs, he pleaded, “Dude, this case is just too scary! Let’s not investigate it anymore! We can’t fight a zombie!”

“No,” I said. “The murderer is definitely a normal human being. She just suffers from some kind of strange disease that puts her into a death-like state. Either that, or she uses some type of drug to induce that state. Dali, do you remember what she looked like?”

Xiaotao and I looked at him at the same time.

“No, dude,” said Dali, waving his hands. “My phone fell out of my hand and into the toilet when she appeared in front of me, so I didn’t see anything at all.”

Xiaotao sighed.

“Perhaps she had an accomplice?” she suggested. “Could she escape with someone else in that black Santana?”

I fell silent for a while.

“Let’s go,” I said. “I think we can find more clues from the dead body!”

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