Chapter 157: Not for the Faint of Hear (2/2)

Some necrophiliacs might not actually have sex with actual corpses, but they would instead make their partners or prostitutes dress up and pretend to be dead bodies. Others would even cool their partner’s body with ice packs and use makeup foundation to paint their partner’s skin as white as a corpse. And if their partner moved even a little bit during sex, they would be violently furious!

Some necrophiliacs, like the man Lao Yao found for example, worked in the morgues or in funeral homes where they could easily satisfy their darkest desires secretly.

Some extreme necrophiliacs would go so far as digging up dead bodies from the graves. They would dress the corpse up meticulously, then live with them and treat them just as they would their real lovers. There was a man in Russia who dug up twenty-six female corpses from the cemetery, all aged between 15 and 26, and dressed them up like dolls and slept with them every night. The sight of this ghoulish ‘harem’ gave the police the fright of their lives when they discovered it.

Lao Yao found another post by a member who went by the name Blooming Spring who said he’d just obtained a piece of ‘fresh meat’ and was getting it ready. The posting time was about an hour after the black Santana escaped. The same forum member also posted several photos of a female corpse lying on the bed with the face blurred out.

Xiaotao asked Lao Yao to enlarge the photo. The female corpse wore a pink dress and was barefooted. Her body was pale and stiff, just like an inflatable doll.

“The blood has been wiped clean,” I said, “and the clothes have been changed. I guess that’s what the guy meant by ‘getting it ready.’”

“Can you pin down the IP address?” Xiaotao asked.

“It’s from an apartment complex near a post office in the south of the city according to the LAN unit used,” replied Lao Yao. “That’s the best I can do.”

Xiaotao sprang up to her feet and shouted, “Let’s go!”

We hurried there, and by the time we reached the apartment complex it was already 3.30 am. I was worried that the murder had already occurred. There were about four or five blocks in the apartment complex. An officer reported that he found a black Santana parked nearby. The red cloth covering the license plate had been removed. Xiaotao ordered the officers to track down the car owner’s information. I stared wordlessly at the car for a few seconds, then had an idea. I broke the car window with my elbow and opened the door, triggering the deafening car alarm. Lights in several houses were turned on as soon as the noise rang through the area.

“What the hell are you doing, dude?” asked Dali.

“Looking for clues in the car!”

I got into the driver’s seat and rummaged through the glove compartment, then found a fine ticket with the name Li Wei on it.

Soon, residents of the apartment complex ran down as they thought that there was a car burglar. The officers roughly explained the situation to them.

“Do you know where Li Wei lives?” I asked the residents.

“I’m a member of the neighborhood committee,” a middle-aged woman answered. “There are four people called Li Wei here. Which one are you looking for?”

“A single man, pale-skinned, not very tall, seldom talks or socializes, and has never missed a bill payment before.”

The woman thought for a while and replied, “Must be the guy from Unit 502!”

We hurried to that house, and on the way Xiaotao asked me, “How did you know what he looks like, Song Yang?”

“Just a guess!” I replied.

I explained that perverts like Li Wei generally seemed innocuous to the outside world in order to hide their dark secrets. They generally kept a low profile and had no social charm at all. Li Wei being a necrophiliac also meant that he certainly wouldn’t have a girlfriend or a wife. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to enter his house, so he would make sure to pay his water and electricity bills every month.

Xiaotao looked at me with admiring eyes after listening to my deduction.

When we reached the house, we found that the door was already wide open. We entered the house cautiously, but soon was met with the sight of a man lying in a pool of blood. He looked exactly as I had speculated.

“We’ve come too late!” sighed Xiaotao.

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