Song Rongjiang's parents were not yet twenty years old when they had him. The two young people were not ready, and the child was born.
His father was not responsible, and his mother saw him as a drag.
His mother was weak and incompetent, like a dodder flower that would not be independent. She could not survive without a man. She always came back with a new boyfriend, and then lived on the aid of those men and odd jobs.
Song Rongjiang is very smart. Although his family is not rich, he has received a complete education, from elementary school to junior high school to high school junior college. In school, his grades have always been above the average.
Song Rongjiang is quiet and withdrawn when no one is around. Once he gets in touch with people, people will find that his heart is actually arrogant. He looks down on many people and feels that he is underappreciated. parents.
Song Rongjiang also lived with his mother when he became an adult, and it was his mother who took care of his daily life.
After her mother became old and degenerate, she turned to him and needed to rely on him to support her.
He had found a few jobs, but they were all over the place and couldn't fit in.
Later, Song Rongjiang became a taxi driver and drove a night bus. He slept during the day and avoided normal communication with other people. During his breaks, he would go to the bookstore to buy books, then copy some poems, and he would leave some literary Weibo on the Internet, and would complain like ordinary young people.
In the interrogation room of Huadu Baihushan Prison, an interrogation continues.
Su Hui's voice was low and slightly hoarse. He listened more often, and only occasionally asked some questions. Song Rongjiang felt that facing him was completely different from those of reporters, police officers, and judges.
Su Hui looked at him very indifferently, making him calm down involuntarily.
The teacher Su in front of him didn't seem to think that he was an abnormal person, and he didn't treat him as an outlier. There was no accusation against him in the tone of the conversation. Such an environment allowed Song Rongjiang to open his heart.
"My mother probably regrets having my son now, but if it wasn't for her, how could I have been born?" Song Rongjiang lowered his head and said, "I still remember when I was a child, if my mother wanted to do something in the room? Hers My boyfriend will give me a few dollars and let me go downstairs."
The interrogation room was small and poorly ventilated. The smell of smoke was too unpleasant. Su Hui coughed for a while before he stabilized his voice and continued to ask him, "What will you be doing downstairs at that time?"
"There is a bookstore downstairs in my house, of course, it has long since become a coffee shop. When I was a child, the bookstore had a lot of novels, comics, and some famous stories, poetry anthologies, and there was an old sofa in it, I could Sit on it and watch it for a long time. You can't imagine that I was the kind of kid who couldn't be better when I was a kid."
"That's when you got into the habit of copying those sentences down?"
"At first, the teacher said that adding some sentences like that in the composition can give extra points to the grades. Later, for a while, I felt that adult life was very boring, and I couldn't find the purpose of life."
When Song Rongjiang said this, he flicked the ashes, and his expression was a bit vicissitudes: "I realized that no matter how hard I work, I can't afford to buy a new house in this city. No matter how busy I am, no woman will love me. I may be so mediocre. After a lifetime. Then I occasionally opened a collection of poems that I had read as a child, and I recited those verses that I had recited and forgotten. At that moment, I suddenly felt that the words in the poem were right... Human feelings It is common, no matter the country, no matter the era, many things have never changed for thousands of years."
Su Hui looked at the people on the opposite side. There may be many people in this city who are as confused as him, but those people have not embarked on the road of breaking the law. He is looking for reasons for his evil.
Song Rongjiang paused and recited a poem: "Childhood, youth, friendship, and the brilliance of first love all fade away like a beautiful dream, making you sad."
Su Hui recalled for a while, and naturally said the title of the poem: "To Wordsworth."
Song Rongjiang smiled: "Mr. Su, you are really different from those mediocre people."
Su Hui looked at the serial killer who liked poems in front of him: "Now, let's talk about those victims."
He pulled out a photo of the first victim, a woman with short, shoulder-length hair, who died last winter at the age of 24.
"Last winter, on December 18, at two in the morning that night, she got into your car, and what happened?"
Song Rongjiang exhaled a cigarette and flicked the butt of the cigarette with his finger. He had smoked four cigarettes in a row, as if he hoped that he would be poisoned by those nicotines, so that he could avoid the death penalty.
"That woman was sold!" Song Rongjiang's expression was full of contempt. He recalled that winter night. It was very cold. A man was working alone in the car, afraid to turn on the air conditioner in order to save fuel, and then a woman came over and knocked on his window...
"She took a taxi that day probably after one o'clock in the morning. When she was in the car, she called her friends and talked about those guests recklessly. I couldn't listen. I once stopped her once, but she didn't restrain her in the slightest."
"When she got out of the car, I looked back and saw something red like blood on the back seat cushion. So I got out of the car and asked her if I had soiled my seat."
"She didn't explain, but said I was vexatious and wanted to blackmail me, and then she started scolding me, hitting me with a bag, kicking me with high heels, and she said she would report me to the taxi company so I couldn't drive. I was angry. , dragged her back into the car, pressed her on the back seat, and ripped off her clothes..."
The entire interrogation room was filled with smoke. Song Rongjiang kept reminiscing. He remembered that the woman was wearing thick elastic thermal socks and a leather skirt that only reached her hips. The woman wore earrings with long fringes, and her body smelled of inferior perfume. It was a street girl who lived in the lower floors of the city.
Then Song Rongjiang's expression changed, and that expression was disgusting...
Su Hui looked up and asked him, "When you took off her clothes, you should have found out that you were wrong."
Afterwards, the forensic autopsy report showed that the woman was not in her menstrual period. She was forced to have a relationship by Song Rongjiang, and then she was brutally killed.
Song Rongjiang squeezed the cigarette in his hand and said, "Maybe I was wrong. I didn't see until the next day that the red spot on the seat was not blood, it might be the juice trace left by an unknown guest. Maybe it's her lipstick mark. But that doesn't matter, that woman is damned, she's constantly insulting me, kicking me, hitting me. She's a dirty whore, a bitch, like It's a mad bitch..."
He kept insulting the woman who died under his hands with all the words he knew.
Song Rongjiang took another breath and said, "I didn't want to kill her at first, I wanted to scare her."
Su replied: "Her words angered you..."
Song Rongjiang was silent for a while, then nodded.
He squeezed out the cigarette in his hand, took out another one from the cigarette case, and lit it.
Su Hui asked, "After the first murder, were you afraid?"
"I'm not too afraid." Song Rongjiang's hands trembled a little. At this point in the conversation, he finally showed a trace of remorse.
But Su Hui felt sensitively that this remorse was not for the victims who died under his hands.
"Are you afraid your mother will find out?" Su Hui asked tentatively.
Song Rongjiang was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry my mother..."
The man in front of him was undoubtedly influenced by his mother in many ways. He has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and has some Oedipus complexes. He is dependent on her, but because her mother has had many boyfriends, he also hates her, and he thinks she is dirty.
It was hard for him to imagine that he was conceived from such a dirty body, and even disgusted himself.
His childhood experiences had made him fearful of normal sex life. The first murder happened by accident, which made him eat the marrow and know the taste.
"Let's talk about the second victim." Su Hui pushed another photo to him.
The girl in the photo has a sweet smile, which is in stark contrast to the body photo after the incident.
It was a 23-year-old female bank clerk. When the bank was at its busiest, she worked overtime until eleven o'clock one night. Then she went downstairs and waited for a while before taking a taxi. Since then, no one has seen her again. Soon after, the girl's body was found in a dry well outside the city.
"It's her bad luck." Song Rongjiang said, "That night, I drove the car to a remote place. I told her that the car was broken and asked her to wait in the car for a while. I got out of the car and pretended to be Repairing the car, I took the tools out of the trunk. She was playing mobile games in the car and I opened the back door and controlled her very easily."
Song Rongjiang still remembered that the woman's voice was not small, she kept screaming and screaming loudly, so he panicked to cover her mouth, kept hitting her against the car door, and hammered her head with a wrench.
She was injured, her hands were covered in blood, and the girl lay desperately on the car window, leaving a bloody palm print on it.
This crime was committed one month after the first crime. If we say that the first crime was very accidental, the second crime was premeditated.
The first time the target of the crime was a woman in the service industry, Song Rongjiang quarreled with the other party again, but this time, he decided that the target of the crime was an innocent girl, and there was no conflict beforehand.
The girl was unprepared at the time and did not tell her friends about the driver's vehicle information, which made it difficult for later detection.
Fortunately, the serious crime team linked the two cases together. They tracked them down according to the clues and quickly found Song Rongjiang.
The police later found ropes and some tapes, knives and other tools in Song Rongjiang's car. They passed tests and checked the blood of the second deceased. The chain of evidence was complete and confirmed that he was the murderer.
Su Hui stared at the devil in front of him. After committing the crime for the first time, he realized very clearly that he could not escape the law and began to change his mode of attack.
Before, he was picking up passengers, getting money, and working to make ends meet.
And after the first case, he became a hunter.
He is constantly looking for his prey in the city, and regards hunting as his pre-doomsday carnival.
Song Rongjiang targeted the young girls who took a taxi alone in the middle of the night. He would use words to test them. When he found that they were not wary, he would wait for an opportunity.
Su Hui asked him, "How do you feel about this second crime?"
"Feeling? It feels good." Song Rongjiang smiled when he said this, the little guilt from a few minutes ago was gone, he looked at Su and said, "I feel that she really belongs to me, do this When the incident happened, I seemed to have suddenly found my purpose in life.”
The expression on the man's face caused a chill to rise in his heart involuntarily. The devil in his heart was completely released because of these two experiences. He began to go all out to kill, like a loose rope, suddenly tense with excitement.
Killing brought him pleasure, and he became unable to live well without killing.
A serial killer was born from these two murders.
This kind of process was terrifying, and it made Su Hui feel more and more sick.
"Other, what else do you want to know?" Seeing that Su Hui didn't speak for a while, Song Rongjiang actually asked himself.
Su Hui turned his head to cover his mouth and coughed a few times, then asked him, "Do you have an impression of the name Pei Weiwei?"
"The third victim suspected by the police?" Song Rongjiang squinted at Su Hui, his expression suddenly changed, like a ferocious beast.
Pei Weiwei, a girl who disappeared after Song Rongjiang's second crime, is a 20-year-old female college student who is studying at a well-known university.
Pei Weiwei lives in the city, and she often takes a taxi home on weekends.
She disappeared after a class reunion after school started, a little more than three months ago.
According to Pei Weiwei's classmates, they finished dinner that day, chatted for a while, and dispersed a little late. They finally watched her get into a taxi. The taxi driver was a man.
Everyone drank too much back then, and no one remembered the license plate of a taxi.
In the taxi, Pei Weiwei sent a text message to her mother: "I'm in the car, I'll be home later."
At that time, everyone thought that this kind of thing was too ordinary, too ordinary. This is a metropolis with a population of tens of millions, and this kind of scene will be staged in every corner of the city every day.
But no one thought that after that, the girl disappeared, and this text message became the girl's last sentence, and she never appeared again...
The police called for surveillance, but they did not take pictures of her getting into the car, nor did they find out which taxi it was.
Late night, taxis, young girls.
The police naturally linked this case to the two previous ones, which also looked like a series of crimes by the same serial killer.
Later, the serious crime team intervened and Song Rongjiang was arrested. He quickly confessed to the previous two murders.
But he has always denied that he killed Pei Weiwei.
The police found traces of the first two cases in the car, but did not find traces related to the third case. Under their constant pressure, Song Rongjiang never let go.
Until the final trial, the police did not find new evidence.
In the end, Song Rongjiang was sentenced for killing the first two victims, and Pei Weiwei's disappearance became an unsolved case.
"Why do you ask me?" Song Rongjiang stared at Su Hui and asked back. He had obviously seen those news reports and was already familiar with the name.
Su Hui did not speak.
Song Rongjiang frowned, shook his head unpleasantly, and denied, "I don't know where she went, I only killed two people, not the third one, there are so many murderers in this city, why are you holding on? I won't let go?"
Feeling Song Rongjiang's resistance, Su Hui nodded politely and turned the topic away naturally.
However, Song Rongjiang's reaction just now caught Su Hui's attention. He was like a leopard whose tail had been stepped on, and was hit on a sore spot. He was eager to argue and could no longer be calm. He's also like a cheating husband who rushes to cover up when asked about his fidelity.
Such a sensitive reaction is definitely not the impatience of being asked too many times or the anger of being blamed for no reason, but a manifestation of psychological guilt.
Although there are many murderers in the city, each murderer has its own range of activities and behavior.
And different murderers have different necessary conditions for choosing a victim. According to the victim, you can see the murderer's preferences.
Arranging the three girls together, you will find that they have similarities, short hair, tall, fair complexion, slightly collapsed nose bridge, small eyes, and very thin body. This is not a beauty in the traditional sense, but it is in line with Song Rongjiang. aesthetic.
What particularly attracted the police's attention was that Pei Weiwei used to be a member of the school's literary club and had also participated in some school club performances.
Pei Weiwei finally got into a taxi by herself, which happened to be within Song Rongjiang's daily activities.
According to the description of the witnesses, the car and the driver on it were very similar to Song Rongjiang.
Song Rongjiang's income was very small that night, and he could not explain his whereabouts that night when Pei Weiwei disappeared.
Based on various clues, it is very likely that Song Rongjiang is the murderer, and he has always been listed as the first suspect in this case.
But one thing is very strange. Song Rongjiang is a death row prisoner on the verge of execution. Killing two people or three people can't change the result. When describing the first two victims, he was even triumphant and unrepentant, but he has always denied it in this case.
If Song Rongjiang was the murderer of Pei Weiwei, why would he lie about this issue
While thinking about it, Su Hui asked some other questions. In a blink of an eye, the conversation had been going on for two hours.
A pack of cigarettes, smoked to the last one.
Song Rongjiang breathed out his last breath of white smoke.
The conversation is finally over.
Su Hui picked up the information and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. I'm here today." He pulled out the photo of the dry well in the second case, handed it over and said, "This photo is for you as a souvenir."
He must give the cruel murderer in front of him a little "sweetness" so that he can get more information from him.
Su recalled the forensic documents he had read. The forensics judged that the second victim might still be breathing when he was thrown into this dry well. They found traces of the girl's fingers scratching in the well. She had shouted and tried to save herself. Seriously injured, she was alone in the cold winter, in this dry well, her blood was drained, and she gradually died.
No one heard the girl's cry, what would she think at that time, how helpless she would be...
It was a dry well in winter. The whole photo was only gray, surrounded by fallen withered grass. The photo revealed a sadness and despair.
Song Rongjiang took the photo, as if he had obtained some treasure, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Mr. Su, I had a great time talking with you." He paused and said, "I haven't been so happy for a long time, it seems that I saw A friend I haven't seen in a long time."
Su Hui looked at him, he couldn't see the expression on Song Rongjiang's face, but listening to the tone, he should be smiling.
He has no such friends.
For a moment, Su Hui hoped that there were really resentful ghosts in this world. If the girl's soul was still there, he hoped that she could climb out of the well in the photo and punish the man.
He thought so in his heart, but his face was calm: "I will visit again in a few days."