After Yu Xingchuan returned to the office, he held Yu Qingyu in his arms and kissed him again and again, "Qingyu, you are really my lucky star."
Yu Qingyu half-closed his eyes and curled his mouth, he knew that Yu Xingchuan, despite his cold appearance, was still very kind to those little policemen, otherwise he wouldn't have taken out the spirit spring water.
After several days of visits and investigations, Yu Xingchuan and the others finally set their target on a permanent resident of the village.
Zhang Tuming, male, 38 years old, unmarried, earns a living by moving goods, that is, as the saying goes, standing at the bridgehead, if someone uses it, he goes to work, and if no one uses it, a group of people play poker in the corner
A co-worker said that he usually doesn't communicate with people very much, and mostly acts as the one watching from the sidelines.
Zhang Tuming's mother died early, and his father was violent. Since Zhang Tuming's mother died, his father has become an old gambler and old alcoholic.
He was often beaten by his father when he was a child, and the neighbors around him would persuade him at first, but then he beat him a lot every three days, and then a little beating every five days.
This is probably the main reason for Zhang Tuming's gloomy personality.
According to the villagers, Zhang Tuming's father died of drinking. After Zhang Tuming's father died, he made a living by collecting garbage and selling bottles.
No one wants a part-time job for teenagers. Grandparents died early, and grandparents were pissed off by his father long ago.
What his father did later offended all his brothers. His mother was an only child, and none of the other relatives wanted to take in a half-child.
In this way, Zhang Tuming grew up slowly, but because he always looked at people with a fierce look, he didn't have many friends.
Especially after he raised two big dogs, people didn't even think about him.
He rides an electric three-wheeler all day to pull some plastic bottles and cardboard boxes. Naturally, no one will match him up, let alone girls.
Yu Qingyu looked at the face on the computer and secretly remembered that he was going to kill him before the police found him, chop him up and throw him into the latrine.
In those photos alone, there were 28 victims. In fact, Yu Xingchuan and the others dug up no less than 50 corpses from that yard.
Most of the bones couldn't be put together, they were fragmented, and some of them had signs of being eaten by dogs.
And this is not counting those killed by Zhang Tuming outside and not brought home. The exact death toll may only be known when Zhang Tuming is caught.
If such a person left him a whole body, he would not even be able to see it.
As the deceased were identified one by one, the case caused a huge sensation across the country.
[Shock! An ogre appeared in a certain place, thighs were hidden in the refrigerator, and bones were buried in the courtyard!]
[Why did teenagers disappear like that? A certain newspaper analyzes the ugliness and evil of human nature for you.]
[May there be no demons in heaven, 18 youngsters, go well.]
[Is it the incompetence of the police, or the treachery of the criminals, why the police haven't caught the murderer yet, please give us an explanation]
All kinds of newspapers and the Internet reported this incident, and the oppression of public opinion on the police station became more and more serious all of a sudden.
Some parents of the dead children held a banner and sat in front of the police station.
The director slapped the table, "Who broke this matter out, didn't they say that they would announce it after the murderer was caught? What's the situation now, ah! Tell me what's going on!"
The police officer in charge of receiving the family members of the deceased looked at the chief with a livid face, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "We all told the family members that the murderer would be caught, and we would give them an explanation, but one of the family members was an employee of a newspaper. Editor, I can't stop him from scribbling when he goes back!"
(end of this chapter)