Chapter 579 Sharing Death

The owner of the head was Teng Yanrou. The coffee table was completely covered in coagulated blood. Judging by the dryness of the blood, the killer must have left less than half an hour ago. There was candlelight next to the coffee table, and it extinguished just as we lingered. If I guessed correctly, there must have been a power outage here.

The group first searched the scene, hoping to find other parts of the deceased. Xie Chuchu, Zhang Keying, and I focused our attention on the head. Excluding any preservation methods, this person had been dead for at least an hour, which was about the same time the killer left. The time of death should not have much error. The victim's face had whip marks and knife wounds to varying degrees. The nose and ears were cut off this time, and the eyeballs were dug out and placed in front of the coffee table. Most of the hair was shaved off, leaving only a few strands. It was evident that the killer seemed to hate the victim's appearance, wanting to personally "remodel" her.

No other body parts could be found at the scene. This time, even when we opened the victim's mouth, we found no clues. However, as we approached the television, the TV suddenly turned on and began to play some horrifying scenes.

First, Teng Yanrou was watching TV alone at home. Then, someone suddenly entered. Teng Yanrou must not have known this person. She stood up in terror and asked what the intruder wanted. The person did not answer but directly raised a dagger and pointed it at her, muttering something unintelligible. The video had no sound.

Then, Teng Yanrou became extremely frightened, her body shrinking. She retreated to the front of the sofa. It was clear that her threat was a man. He approached Teng Yanrou step by step, spewing abusive language. I deduced this from his lip movements and facial expressions. Teng Yanrou shook her head incessantly, as if trying to explain, but the man wouldn't listen. He had come to take Teng Yanrou's life that day.

In the end, the man stood in front of her and stabbed her directly in the heart with a dagger!

Teng Yanrou let out a scream and should have died on the spot. But the man repeatedly pierced her body. At that time, all of Teng Yanrou's blood splattered onto the man's body. In less than a minute, his clothes were stained red. The scene was simply unbearable, bloody and mangled. Yet, the man let out a chuckle at this moment, as if he was excited and enjoyed doing such things, completely intoxicated by the joyful slaughter.

It wasn't until the man stabbed Teng Yanrou's intestines, dug them out, and threw them on the ground like garbage that he took out another weapon, a chainsaw, and began to dismember the victim.

After the man severed the victim's limbs, he made a cut at her neck. Besides the chainsaw, the man also used surgical knives, cleavers, and other tools. Gradually, meticulously, he completely separated Teng Yanrou's body.

And these endlessly bloody scenes were presented on her home television without any concealment.

Watching these extremely disturbing and terrifying scenes, even the experienced old detective Xiao Yuande couldn't help but blink his eyes a few times. It was the first time I had seen him react like this, let alone the rest of us.

At this moment, Liu Yuning angrily walked to the bottom of the television and found a DVD player still on. She pressed the eject button, and a DVD slid out.

The television screen suddenly stopped. It seemed that the killer had recorded the scene of him killing Teng Yanrou and dismembering her on this DVD and then brazenly played it for us to watch. This was simply an undisguised provocation. He seemed to know that we wanted to understand the process of the murder and deliberately demonstrated it for us.

This was the first time I had encountered such a killer. He was indeed a bit frightening, giving us the impression that he was completely unafraid of us and rather wanted to "share" his murderous pleasure with us.

I had heard before that some people liked to share all sorts of beautiful things, such as food, travel, books, or movies. However, some strange people liked to share death, or rather, the process of killing.

Just like this killer, wasn't he sharing his killing process with us, the police?

Thinking about this, I could only describe this killer with four words: utterly insane.

No useful evidence such as footprints, fingerprints, or hair was found at the scene. There were no signs of the window being pried open, but the door lock was broken. This killer was ruthless, even skipping the steps of disguising himself as a delivery person or repairman and directly breaking the door lock to enter.

Coupled with the secluded environment near this residential house, even if a stranger visited and killed the homeowner, their body might have gone cold before anyone knew. If it weren't for the tip from Guan Song this time, and I had found Teng Yanrou, her body might not have been discovered for some time.

Perhaps this was my luck. However, this luck of mine still couldn't save Teng Yanrou.

We could only take the head back for now. The on-site investigation was of no use. There were no cameras inside the house. If I guessed correctly, the killer had placed recording equipment before the killing. However, we did check the surveillance cameras near the road outside the house, but unfortunately, the cameras had been deliberately damaged. When Xiahou went to interview people, he learned that those cameras were damaged during a typhoon night a while ago and had not been repaired for a long time.

That typhoon was the one we encountered on the cruise ship earlier. It had been some time. Why hadn't it been repaired yet? I was speechless. If it weren't for this, the killer wouldn't have had such an easy time.

Although the road section nearby couldn't capture his tracks, to leave here, he would have to enter National Highway 107. Although there were many vehicles on that road, if we simulated the time of death, we should be able to find some suspicious vehicles. If the killer chose to walk at this time, it would be even easier to identify him.

When the head was sent back, just as Xie Chuchu was in the middle of the dissection, I arrived at the laboratory. Xie Chuchu wanted to hand it over to me, but I stared at the head and muttered to myself. The others knew that I liked to talk to corpses and didn't pay much attention.

After I finished "communicating" with the corpse, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Teng Yanrou, I will not let you be wronged. I swear by the mission of the He family's coroner, I will find the killer who murdered you! Rest in peace!"

After speaking, I picked up the scalpel from Xie Chuchu and completely separated the victim's skull. We worked together. This time, Ling Xiaotao also joined us. She was holding a forensic umbrella and rotating it. At this moment, I could perfectly see the internal nerves and blood vessels of the deceased. Through this special illumination, the world in my eyes was completely different from others.

As I extracted the victim's brain, I vaguely noticed something mixed inside her brain.

There was no choice but to explore her brain. After dividing the brain into several parts, a memory card appeared before our eyes again.

Another memory card!

This reminded us of the first victim.

I left the remaining autopsy work to Xie Chuchu and others and took the memory card to He Xin.

We had to decipher the contents quickly. Perhaps the other parts of the deceased could be found from it.

However, this time, no matter how He Xin tried to restore it, the memory card was still empty.

We were all puzzled in the technical department. Xiahou even said, "Perhaps the killer is fooling us this time? Aren't we caught in a rut because of the previous victim? So he determined that we would focus all our attention on this memory card."

"You mean, he plans to lure the tiger away from its den?" Liu Yuning asked.

"He is probably continuing to harm others. I investigated Teng Yanrou's husband. The killer is not him. He was on a business trip when his wife had an accident and only returned just now. He cried profusely after signing the consent form." Xiahou explained.

I knew all of this, but I still wanted to meet Teng Yanrou's husband, a man named Ye He, who was a salesman.

In the interrogation room, I said, "Mr. Ye, before your wife's accident, did you notice anything unusual about her?"

"She was just like usual, boohoo, how could something happen? I used to think such melodramatic plots only appeared in TV dramas, but I never expected it to happen to my family this time!"

"Mr. Ye, please don't be sad. What you can do now is to provide us with as many clues as possible so that we can solve the case quickly."

"I understand. Actually, I left home three days ago. We were still laughing and chatting then. I would never have dreamed that she would fall victim to such a perverted killer. What bad luck have we brought upon ourselves!"

"Perhaps it's not bad luck. Did you know Teng Yanrou participated in an S&M club?"

When this was mentioned, Ye He seemed very surprised. He asked curiously, "You mean that... abuse?" Before I could answer, he chuckled awkwardly, "My wife wouldn't do that. She's a very conservative woman!"

"Do you really think so?" I said, already flipping through her previous hotel records, as well as the photos and even videos recently investigated by Xiao Yuande for me, taken in the room at the time.

Seeing his usually gentle and virtuous wife licking another man's ankle and riding on them, Ye He completely broke down. He probably never dreamed that his wife would do such shameful things behind his back, yet she acted so conservatively in front of him. During their conjugal relations, she was always limp on the bed, without any other positions, but she acted so crazily and passionately in front of other men. Why was that?