The question was redundant and disrupted Zhang Hongwei’s rhythm.
Zhou Ning frowned slightly. Any seasoned criminal suspect, or soone with a strong psychological constitution, would have imdiately shut up. It seed interrogation wasn’t their strong suit, probably related to their experience with handling cases.
However, Zhang Hongwei didn’t react much. After all, having said so much, there was no point in hiding anything now. He paused for a mont before continuing,
"I didn’t waste words. I just agreed to the breakup and didn’t cling to her. I simply picked up my things and left. My father helped contact Shen City, where I found a construction job and started working seriously. But I never lost track of Fu Chunyu, changed my number, and kept an eye on her at all tis.
After everything was arranged, on October 18, I rented a Volkswagen Passat and drove from Shen City back to Dayao City. After getting off the highway, I deliberately found a spot to cover the car in mud and even fixed the license plate with a magnet. On the 20th, I went straight to Fu Chunyu’s house.
She was startled to see when she opened the door. I invited her to dinner that evening and told her I had co back in a hurry, without ti to get a gift, so I would take her shopping at the mall after four. She didn’t refuse.
In the afternoon, I went to Yang Liang’s house first and poured two bottles of 95% dical alcohol into the liquor jar. I figured that even a small amount would be enough to knock out a donkey. Frankly, while adding the alcohol, I hoped Yang Liang would drink himself to death. It wasn’t that I hated him so much; I just didn’t want him to take advantage.
Around four in the afternoon, I went to pick up Fu Chunyu. She must have been watching from the window because she ca down to the car without making wait. I avoided caras as much as possible since, aside from the ones at intersections, few in Dayao City actually worked.
I drove her straight to Mackay Le in Qindao City. At a jewelry store, I bought her a bracelet. She was overjoyed, even shedding tears, saying I was too good to her. After dinner, as we were driving back, I added sleeping pills to the milk I had prepared for her.
After drinking it, she slept the whole way. Around eleven at night, we arrived at Yang Liang’s greenhouse. Once there, I opened the door of the greenhouse and then returned to the car to blindfold her before waking her. Fu Chunyu was a bit dazed at that mont.
She tried to reach for the cloth over her eyes, but how could I let her undo my carefully laid plans? All of this was in preparation for settling scores with her—to use and then dump , to make feel regret, to have rember her fondly. I’ve never encountered anything like this in my thirty years of life.
Leading Fu Chunyu into the greenhouse, I ripped the cloth from her eyes. Seeing her surroundings, she got scared, but she was very clever, not begging for her life or pleading with .
She said the baby was kicking her, as if it wanted to co out. She added that even though the baby wasn’t mine, it had been with since its conception and already liked the sound of my voice. She hoped I could be there with her to welco the baby’s arrival. For a mont, I truly wavered.
But I wasn’t there to talk. I approached her and grabbed her by the throat. I told her that I hadn’t realized how little I liked her until that night when she carelessly discussed with that man how to get rid of and made feel guilty, expecting compensation.
I talked a lot, not knowing if I was excited or agitated. With both hands around her neck, I watched her slowly collapse without even struggling. Finally, she lay motionless, her eyes as if bursting, a horrifying sight.
It took a long while to calm down. I checked the surroundings to ensure there was no activity. Then I returned to the car to get plastic sheeting, newspapers, a cutting board, knives, axes, and so forth. I put on gloves, shielded the area with cardboard, turned on an outdoor light, and started undressing Fu Chunyu.
All in all, fifteen pieces—head, hands, feet, and body. It might have been a bit awkward at first, but by the end, I even suspected that my technical education had all been applied here. Once I had finished sectioning, I got so large plastic bags commonly used at seafood markets from the car and packaged the pieces separately.
To be honest, when I put the head in the bag, a shiver ran through , the feeling of being watched finally dissipating, along with my panic and nausea. At around one in the morning, after cleaning up, I noticed blood had soaked into the soil, leaving a large stain.
I cleaned the items I had brought, quickly covered the bloodstains with dirt, tamping it down carefully, and smoothed over the area with a rake. From a distance, there were no noticeable traces. Only then did I begin placing the bags in the car.
Actually, I wanted to dump everything into the cesspool, but when I got to Yang Liang’s place, I discovered a problem: Yang Liang’s cesspool was shared with the household to the east and was nearly full. This thwarted my plan, but I had already thrown in the head and limbs.
Contemplating the remaining items, I was at a loss. I thought of Yang Liang, probably collapsed by now, and hurriedly entered his house. There were no dogs in the yard; the cellar had been sealed and the ground packed down. Who would have thought this old man was so ruthless—killing soone and burying them in the cellar without moving an inch.
I entered to check on Yang Liang. He was lying on the couch, his face purplish-red. Slapping his face only got a groan from him, and it didn’t seem he was faking. I parked the car in the yard and loaded the bags onto a tricycle.
I didn’t dare turn on the lights along the way, essentially groping in the dark until I reached a bridge over the Liu River. The opposite bank used to be a textile street; I really don’t know the na of the bridge. Standing on the bridge, I tied the bags and dropped them into the river.
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