Chapter 295: Someone Like That Deserves to Be Dragged Out and Shot

In that kind of dark, damp environment, if a person could heal on their own, that would be a miracle.

But this also lined up exactly with the contents of the autopsy report.

In the report, the cause of death of the unidentified body was cardiogenic shock caused by myocarditis.

In Fang Peng's description just now, Zhang Xinyue first caught a cold, after which she had a persistent high fever and difficulty breathing.

This was clearly myocarditis triggered by a cold.

Seeing Fang Peng stop, Yu Dazhang urged him on:

"Keep going. After you discovered Zhang Xinyue was dead, what did you do?"

"I-I moved her body." A flustered tone crept into Fang Peng's voice, and his eyes darted about:

"If I'd buried her on the spot, it would inevitably breed germs. After all, there were other people in the basement, and I had to be responsible to them."

Ditching a body is ditching a body—what's with calling it 'moving the body'... Yu Dazhang felt Fang Peng was being a bit too shameless.

At a time like this, he was still making excuses for himself.

He even tried to paint himself as a good person. For someone with that level of intelligence to keep three women under control really wasn't easy.

Afterward, Fang Peng also gave the location where he'd dumped the body, which matched exactly what was recorded in the case file.

"Who was the first person you imprisoned in the basement?"

Both Ru Yao and Shu Rujia had specific times of disappearance. Yu Dazhang wanted to compare the timeline against Fang Peng's account.

Most importantly, he wanted to know Fang Peng's motive for choosing his victims.

"Shu Rujia," Fang Peng answered:

"I ran into her on the very second day after I'd finished setting up the basement."

"Do you remember the exact date?" Yu Dazhang pressed.

Fang Peng thought for a moment, then said:

"I can't remember the exact date, but it should have been June 2011. Yes, June."

"The weather had just turned warm back then, and she was wearing a very thin dress..."

When he said "dress," he unconsciously licked his lips.

It was precisely that gesture that made Yu Dazhang suddenly clench his fist, his heart stung as if something had jabbed it hard.

A beast unfit to be called a beast!

Ma Jian immediately noticed his agitation and hurriedly patted his thigh, signaling him to calm down.

Even Fang Peng across from him sensed something was off. A wary look crossed his face, and he didn't dare continue.

It wasn't that Yu Dazhang lacked self-control; rather, his imagination and deductive ability far surpassed those of an ordinary person.

From Fang Peng's words and gestures, he had already pieced together what happened afterward.

"So many people rode in your car—why did you pick her specifically?"

Yu Dazhang took a deep breath, calmed the fury inside him, and said slowly:

"There were plenty of young women around."

He felt Fang Peng wouldn't have imprisoned someone for no reason.

If it were truly random, he wouldn't have picked only three girls.

Driving a taxi meant encountering all kinds of people every day, and it was easy to win their trust—both of which worked in Fang Peng's favor.

If he wanted to, imprisoning one person a day wouldn't have been any trouble at all.

"Because she looked a lot like my homeroom teacher from middle school."

Fang Peng's answer completely shattered Yu Dazhang's worldview:

"Back in middle school, the first woman I ever liked was our homeroom teacher. Unfortunately, I was too young back then and never got to have anything happen between us."

"So, the moment I laid eyes on Shu Rujia, I was deeply drawn to her."

This pervert... Yu Dazhang cursed inwardly.

Incredibly, it was the same as his own experience—back in middle school, he'd also had thoughts about his beautiful homeroom teacher.

He was right in the throes of puberty, an age when hormones were running wild; some risqué fantasies were inevitable.

Even earlier, Yu Dazhang had once seen a classmate's older sister walk through the house in her underwear, and that single image influenced his entire student years.

But he only thought about it—a normal person wouldn't actually act on those fantasies.

"What about Ru Yao?" Yu Dazhang continued:

"Why did you grab her?"

This was the criminal motive—it had to be clarified.

"She looked like my mom."

It was clear that Fang Peng no longer had any reservations and didn't intend to hide anything.

A strange smile hung on his face, one that made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Like your mom?" Yu Dazhang was stunned for a moment, then caught on:

"She's so young—several years younger than you, even. How could that be?"

"Like my mom when she was young," Fang Peng explained:

"When my mom was dying, I wasn't by her side. That's always been my biggest regret, so I wanted to make up for it."

A pervert among perverts... Yu Dazhang was at a loss for words.

He had regrets about his own mother, so he kidnapped other girls to impersonate her...

Both perverted and bizarre—someone like that deserves to be dragged out and shot.

Yu Dazhang rubbed his temples and, summoning patience, continued asking:

"What about Zhang Xinyue? Who did she look like?"

He had already figured out the pattern — this Fang Peng specifically targeted girls who resembled people from his memory.

"She looks like my old boss's daughter-in-law."

Fang Peng's face took on an expression of endless aftertaste:

"She was the most perfect woman I've ever seen — tall figure, fair skin, beautiful looks, especially long legs… and she had a unique air about her; no matter which angle you looked from, she made a man unable to resist wanting to claim her for himself."

Hearing all this, Yu Dazhang was already certain — this was a pervert with broad tastes.

Not sticking to one flavor; as long as he thought someone was good, he wanted to find a substitute.

This kind of crime is also the most troublesome.

Because Fang Peng had no connection whatsoever to these three girls in real life, it was very hard to trace it back to him.

Strictly speaking, this could also be considered a type of crime of passion.

Yu Dazhang looked at Fang Peng across from him, always feeling he had missed some key point, yet unable to grasp that flash of insight no matter how he tried.

The confinement case was no problem.

Time, place, people — everything matched up.

The criminal motive had also been drawn out.

Evidence was not lacking either; once Ru Yao and Shu Rujia were found, it would be ironclad proof.

Add to that Fang Peng's confession, and even if he didn't admit it now, it was already too late.

What was still missing?

Yu Dazhang turned his head to look at Ma Jian beside him, wanting to see if he had any ideas.

Last time, the "abandoned school" had been Liu Miao's idea.

Many times when one has gotten oneself stuck on a single track, asking a colleague's opinion is very necessary.

There are a hundred Hamlets in a hundred people's eyes — this shows that different people often have different understandings of the same thing.

But this time he was destined to be disappointed.

Ma Jian's eyes were as clear as a college student's.

Seeing such a look, Yu Dazhang could only give up helplessly. Just as he was about to ask another question, Liu Miao pushed open the door and nodded at him.

They found the people!

The three of them had been together for this stretch of time and had already developed a tacit understanding — between them, just one gesture was enough to know what the other wanted to express.

"Let's stop here for today." Yu Dazhang said, looking at Fang Peng across from him:

"Go back and think carefully too — is there anything you haven't confessed? The sooner the case wraps up, the better it is for you."

This remark was not only tactful but carried multiple meanings.

An early verdict also means getting to prison sooner; as for serving conditions, prison is much better than a detention center.

Even if sentenced to death, dying sooner means being reborn sooner, suffering less.

Didn't Zhou Zizhe leave in quite a hurry too?

Leaving the interrogation room, the three walked quickly outward.

As they walked, Yu Dazhang asked:

"How are the people?"

"They're all alive." Liu Miao answered quickly:

"Captain Li says both girls are very weak — probably from mental pressure and physical malnutrition. He wants you to get over there as soon as possible."

(End of chapter)