PDLP Chapter 47 Confession
Chapter 47 Confession
It was a rainy day.
Seven days after Luo Zhenbang saw Li Xiumei off.
He drove his taxi as usual.
After seeing Li Xiumei off, he repeatedly told himself that it was all over.
Li Xiumei leaving me is her own problem.
It's because he didn't work hard enough and didn't provide his wife with a better life.
I'm just a taxi driver, and even driving day and night only earns me a meager living.
Luo Zhenbang had almost hypnotized himself, but the appearance of that woman completely shattered that illusion.
The woman whose name I don't know got on the bus with her friend.
After getting in the car, the two women kept talking about relationships.
At first, Luo Zhenbang was unwilling to listen to such things.
As a taxi driver, he had heard far too many of these mundane family stories and was completely desensitized to them.
But today was different; the two people in the back seat were talking very loudly, so much so that Luo Zhenbang couldn't help but hear them.
Why didn't your coachman come to pick you up today?
"Ugh, don't even mention it. He caught me on my last date with the guy who pays the bill, so I'll have to find a different driver. By the way, was that guy you were dating last time your 'soulmate'?"
"No way! If he didn't give me gifts every holiday, I wouldn't go on dates with him. My Mr. Right isn't some fat pig."
"Hey, why didn't you say so sooner? You made me worry for so long for nothing."
Although a long time has passed, Luo Zhenbang still clearly remembers the conversation between the two of them that day.
"Four or five men appeared in just a few words! What do those two sluts take us men for?!"
If it were someone else, they would doubt the veracity of what Luo Zhenbang said.
But for Gu Huai, this kind of thing was nothing new. Given the current level of development in Pengcheng, where everything seemed to be on the rise, such situations were to be expected.
It's not that there aren't gold diggers in poor areas, but rather that gold diggers in poor areas are easily fed, so they don't seem as gold diggers.
The number of gold diggers and their appetites are directly proportional to the level of social development.
Luo Zhenbang suddenly shouted, "Why?! I work so hard to earn money, why isn't she satisfied! She must think the same way that woman: I'm just a cashier and a driver, I'm just a cashier and a driver, I'm not the chosen one! I'm not the chosen one! Hahahaha..."
Luo Zhenbang seemed to have gone mad, rambling incoherently.
Gu Huai got goosebumps from watching that crazy look.
"So you killed her?" Gu Huai asked coldly.
"She deserves to die! They all deserve to die!" Luo Zhenbang shouted, feigning madness. "God told me to kill her! Yes! God told me to kill her."
As he spoke, Luo Zhenbang looked at Gu Huai with bloodshot eyes, "Officer, do you know what? After I killed that woman, I was terrified. I was afraid you would come looking for me, afraid that bitch who got out of the car first would call the police to arrest me. I hid in the car for a week, and I stayed with that bitch for a week."
"A week later, it just stank so badly, that bitch stinked, you know? Officer, I realized no one called the police, no one wanted to arrest me, so I knew God had sent me to deal with these bastards. So I cut off that bitch's head and put it in a jar..."
Gu Huai barely managed to understand these incoherent words, then turned to look at Wu Feilin, wanting to confirm the situation.
Wu Feilin shook his head slightly, indicating that he was unaware of the matter.
In Shenzhen during the late 1980s and early 1990s, there was a huge flow of people, and countless cases of missing persons were reported every day.
Furthermore, due to poor communication, many people who were returning to their hometowns normally would be reported missing, resulting in situations where the police had been investigating for a long time, only for the missing persons to suddenly reappear.
Gu Huai even suspected that no one had ever reported the case at all, that the deceased was likely a prostitute, and that the so-called best friend was just a superficial friend.
Regardless of the specific reasons, the final result is that because he was not tracked down when he killed the first person, Luo Zhenbang's already somewhat abnormal psychology, which was affected by the incident, was given a so-called metaphysical support.
This led him down an unstoppable path of crime.
Seeing that Luo Zhenbang was not in good spirits, Gu Huai turned and walked out of the interrogation room.
In the corridor, Wu Feilin followed Gu Huai out of the interrogation room.
After coming out, he immediately lit a cigarette, slowly walked behind Gu Huai, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Gu Huai didn't reply to his thanks, but frowned and said, "Captain Wu, I'll have to trouble you to verify the matter of Luo Zhenbang's wife."
Wu Feilin nodded, somewhat taken aback, and said softly, "Yes, I will report to the bureau."
"Captain Wu, do you think Li Xiumei is still alive?" Gu Huai suddenly muttered. "Is it possible that Li Xiumei is already dead, and Luo Zhenbang is just talking nonsense because he can't accept the consequences?"
Gu Huai said this because Li Xiumei's life and death had been on the line several times in the past few days.
Every time he confirmed whether someone was dead or alive, a contradictory message would pop up to refute his judgment.
This made Gu Huai a little stressed.
Wu Feilin, on the contrary, took it in stride. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "There's no use worrying about it now. We'll find out when the time comes."
Gu Huai nodded without saying anything.
He was thinking about something.
If Li Xiumei hadn't died, then every woman Luo Zhenbang killed was, in fact, killing the Li Xiumei in his heart.
At that moment, he suddenly longed to see Li Xiumei, if she were still alive.
He wanted to know who this woman was, that she could drive someone to this state.
In retrospect, Luo Zhenbang was not a born devil.
After being abandoned, he gradually turned into a demon.
Of course, this does not absolve him of his guilt.
But at least this allows Gu Huai to understand how an ordinary person can become a serial killer.
"Don't think about it anymore, let's give our statement." Wu Feilin patted Gu Huai on the shoulder. "The case is closed."
Gu Huai took a long breath, turned around, and walked back into the interrogation room.
In the interrogation room, Luo Zhenbang's mental state had stabilized considerably.
He sat there, looking as if he had aged ten years.
Gu Huai opened the notebook and picked up the pen.
Wu Feilin also came in carrying a teacup, glanced at Luo Zhenbang, and said, "Let's begin."
"Name."
"Luo Zhenbang".
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In the years that followed, Luo Zhenbang confessed to all his crimes.
从最初1989年11月开始，到1993年1月28日结束。
There were 12 cases in Guangzhou and 2 cases in Shenzhen, with a total of 14 victims.
Every single one of them happened on a rainy day.
In every case, the victims were women, except for Zhang Zhenhua.
Zhang Zhenhua was the only male among them, and the only one who wasn't killed because he hated women.
He was killed by greed.
According to Luo Zhenbang's confession, Zhang Zhenhua found his diary.
She then used the contents of his diary to blackmail him for money.
Initially, Luo Zhenbang chose to pay out of fear.
But Zhang Zhenhua was not satisfied. Whenever he was short of money, he would use one of the pages to threaten him.
It wasn't until the Chinese New Year that Zhang Zhenhua presented him with an entire diary and demanded 50,000 yuan from him.
In order to retrieve the evidence against him, Luo Zhenbang endured it.
But after receiving the diary, Luo Zhenbang discovered that the handwriting on the diary was completely different from his own.
Upon discovering this, Luo Zhenbang confronted Zhang Zhenhua, only to be met with the reply, "Luo Zhenbang, I'll eat your food for the rest of my life for this!"
During the argument, Luo Zhenbang knocked Zhang Zhenhua unconscious with a stick.
They tied him to the car, wanting to find out where the diary was.
"I really didn't want to kill him. He was disobedient, he refused to reveal the whereabouts of the diary. I knew Ahua had nowhere else to turn but to me. I really didn't want to kill him, but then it rained the next day, and I couldn't hold back! I really couldn't hold back!"
Listening to Luo Zhenbang's wailing, Gu Huai shook his head speechlessly. This man had really gone mad.
Outside the window, it was already daylight.
Gu Huai closed the notebook, stood up, and slowly walked to him.
"Luo Zhenbang, besides these, is there anything else you want to say?"
Luo Zhenbang raised his head and looked at Gu Huai blankly.
"My son... Xiaojun, he... he doesn't know... he doesn't know anything."
"I know." Gu Huai nodded slightly. "He won't know, and no one else will know either."
Luo Zhenbang's tears flowed again.
This time, he didn't wipe it.