Chapter 8: Illicit Love

Erguotou! Zhang Fushun also revealed a smile on his face

It was only after the body was discovered that the police notified Zhang Dongcheng

The village chief turned around and said to us, "Alas, a good family of three, one has died, and two have gone in. Such is life!" Then, without looking back, he walked off into the distance, calling out as he walked, "Alright, I'll be there soon, but you mustn't drink first!"

It was a photograph of a young person, with Tiananmen in the background and a bustling crowd surrounding. This young person was none other than Zhang Dongcheng. Captain Shi slammed the photo heavily onto the table in front of him and said in a deep and powerful voice: "This is the only thing left by the father you killed"

On July 4th, Zhang Fushun learned that his son would be returning home for summer vacation. He had already purchased a ticket for the journey home. Having not seen his son for several months, Zhang Fushun was filled with excitement. He asked the foreman, a hefty man, for a day off, preparing to return home at the earliest opportunity to reunite with his son

Zhang Dongcheng sat in the back seat of the driver's seat, slowly pulling out a green-skinned jump rope from his pocket. He said, "It is unfortunate that you saw me that day." Li Tang was puzzled, and the jump rope was already tightened around his neck. Wang Guihua witnessed all of this; she snatched the jump rope from Zhang Dongcheng's hands and pushed him out of the car. Wang Guihua said, "Dongzi, your life is still long. Your mother has little education, and this is how it will be for her in this lifetime." Wang Guihua witnessed all of this; she snatched the jump rope from Zhang Dongcheng's hands and pushed him out of the car. Wang Guihua said, "Dongzi, your life is still long. Your mother has little education, and this is how it will be for her in this lifetime."

The book that Zhang Dongcheng brought back, I later read many times. There is a sentence in the book that says

When the brothers in the bureau inquired about it, Zhang Dongcheng provided the ticket for the second return trip, thus avoiding disaster, and no one suspected him. However, they were unaware that he had actually been in Yuzhou City before and after the victim's death. A comparison of the murder weapon revealed that Zhang Dongcheng's finger length matched, and he was not left-handed.

This garment was later torn by him; that night, Guihua was wearing this very piece of clothing as she held him down, who was still struggling in the pigpen

However, when he arrived at the foot of Niulan Mountain, a person approached him, and he recognized this individual

Guihua said: "I know you have a taste for this, but you should drink less in the evening"

I trembled slightly and forced a smile; the child shrugged and ran away. I do not know how Zhang Fushun has managed all these years, nor am I aware of how many times such things have happened. Furthermore, I cannot fathom how many times Zhang Fushun contemplated the word "divorce" over the six years it took him to utter it.

This simple worker, gazing at the vast Tiananmen Square, exclaimed: "My goodness, it is truly enormous!"

The interrogation work was difficult to carry out at the beginning. In the face of questioning, Zhang Dongcheng kept smiling foolishly and did not utter a single word, no matter how much we "coerced and tempted" him, Zhang Dongcheng remained tight-lipped. Meanwhile, since learning of Zhang Dongcheng's arrest, Wang Guihua has been crying continuously, her eyes swollen and her face extremely haggard.

"His third uncle, Erzi has returned, and he is looking for you to go drink!" someone shouted from a distance towards the village chief

The two carried him into the pigpen. Half an hour later, they heard Zhang Fushun's cries. Zhang Fushun's head, covered in seasonings, was regarded by the old sow as a delicacy. When they arrived, the sow was gnawing on his head. Without hesitation, Zhang Dongcheng put on the white gloves provided by the school and, with a fruit knife, viciously stabbed Zhang Fushun.

A university student, a young man who was once looked up to in the village, has become a murderer. Perhaps all his pride stemmed from his insecurities, and all his courage was born from his cowardice. At this point, the case was completely solved; Zhang Dong became the principal culprit, while Wang Guihua was the accomplice. They conspired to kill a person, who was both a father and a husband. To cover up the act of murder, they killed another innocent person. At this point, the case was completely solved; Zhang Dong became the principal culprit, while Wang Guihua was the accomplice. They conspired to kill a person, who was both a father and a husband. To cover up the act of murder, they killed another innocent person

Zhang Fushun walked to the station and got on Master Li Tang's vehicle. Zhang Fushun usually does not like to talk, but today he unexpectedly took the initiative to converse with the driver, mentioning that his son, who is studying at university out of town, would be coming home tonight. He estimated that his son would also take this bus. His wife at home has already prepared the ingredients for hot pot, and they will be having hot pot for dinner tonight

Six years ago, Zhang Fushun began to indulge in alcohol.

Zhang Fushun had his back turned to Zhang Dongcheng, who struck with all his might at the back of Zhang Fushun's neck. Zhang Fushun fell to the ground, and the condiments on the table were knocked over, splattering half of Zhang Fushun's head. He fell into a state of unconsciousness, leaving the two of them at a loss. Wang Guihua said: "I do not want a divorce"

That night, Zhang Dongcheng did not know where to go, so he walked along the highway towards the city. The sky was dark, and there were no streetlights on the road; he cried out loud. The drivers who drove at night that evening would later boast, saying: "There were no streetlights on that road, and while I was driving at night, I heard someone crying in the dead of night! It was ethereal! It was truly ghostly!"

Life is nothing more than an alternation between waiting and enduring; sometimes there is waiting within enduring, and hope within despair. When there is nothing left to wait for, one can simply endure a little longer; at worst, it is death, and thus complete liberation.

Zhang Fushun smiled without saying a word

Six years ago, he was still a child of about ten. That day, he went to find his brother Zhang Dongcheng to play. When he pushed open the courtyard gate, he saw Zhang Fushun standing blankly in the yard, expressionless, as if he had become a living dead person. He looked inside through the window and saw Wang Guihua and Zhang Dongcheng lying naked on the bed, with Zhang Dongcheng on top of Wang Guihua, moving back and forth.

Zhang Dongcheng has been a sensible child since childhood. He has forgotten when his father started drinking excessively and when he began to physically abuse his mother. His sensibility also signifies his obedience, which is often accompanied by weakness. His mother could endure, and he has endured for many years, but today he does not want to endure any longer. Every time he returns home, the harmonious atmosphere eventually turns into a complete domestic violence incident. His mother could endure, and he has endured for many years, but today he does not want to endure any longer. Every time he returns home, the harmonious atmosphere eventually turns into a complete domestic violence incident

Zhang Dongcheng, the son, has finally returned, and he is riding in Li Tang's car. Li Tang noticed this young man with a suitcase and had previously spoken to Zhang Dongcheng: "Your father also took my car this morning..." Li Tang was unaware that it was precisely because of this remark that he would later invite a calamity of bloodshed.

The village chief said: "Zhang Fushun has been drinking excessively for five or six years. He originally did not drink, and it is unclear why he suddenly became an alcoholic, and he always gets drunk whenever he drinks. This shows that alcohol is truly not a good thing."

Zhang Fushun does not speak in any flowery language about the passage of time; he simply squats in the yard and says: "It gets dark late in summer"

During the interrogation, Wang Guihua said, "Zhang Fushun is a good husband"

In order to save money, Zhang Fushun did not choose to take a vehicle; instead, he walked to a commercial street, where he saw a dazzling array of goods in the shop windows and various types of clothing. He clenched the salary he had received over the past few months in his pocket and thought to himself that he had not bought clothes for his spouse in a long time

With each stab, he recalled the years of Zhang Fu and Tu Shu's violent assaults on his mother after drinking, and he remembered the nights he was awakened by nightmares. Everyone harbors a beast within, and today, Zhang Dongcheng's beast finally broke free from its cage. The two of them worked through the night to dispose of Zhang Fushun's body in a dry well, covering it with large stones. Afterwards, Zhang Dongcheng was careful to erase any traces, appearing quite rational. Subsequently, Zhang Dongcheng purchased a ticket back to school.

Guihua complained to him: "What were you thinking, buying this piece of clothing? This is something only young girls wear. If I put on this outfit, the people in the village would surely laugh at me. Besides, can I even feed pigs in this outfit?" Guihua's tone was full of complaint, yet she could not hide the smile on her face. She said, "Look at this!"

Zhang Dongcheng understood that the police would eventually investigate Li Tang, so the first thing he did upon returning to Yuzhou City was to kill Li Tang, and then pretend as if nothing had happened when he arrived at the Public Security Bureau. That night, Wang Guihua got into Li Tang's car, and until they drove past the last street with surveillance, no one else got in the car.

Li Tang teased with a smile, "It's only morning now, your son won't be back until tonight. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Once the criminal suspect has been identified, the process of finding specific evidence related to them, commonly referred to as "from person to object," becomes relatively easier. We investigated Zhang Dongcheng's ticket purchase records and found that on July 2, he had already purchased a ticket back to Yuzhou City. On July 5, he bought a ticket to return to the city where his university is located. When we informed his father, Zhang Fushun, of his death, he purchased another ticket back to Yuzhou City.

Zhang Dongcheng was startled by Captain Shi's actions, and then slowly lowered his head to look at the photo. He cried, sobbing uncontrollably. This was a photo taken after the college entrance examination, when his father took him on a trip. It was the first time in his father's life that he had traveled far, and he appeared even more nervous than Zhang Dongcheng.

He said somewhat shyly: "Do you have that in the largest size?"

I sighed as Captain Shi prepared to disband the team and return. At that moment, a child of about fourteen or fifteen tugged at my sleeve. I was puzzled, and he quietly said to me, "Uncle Police, I want to tell you something! I've been thinking about it for a long time!" This story, I have not told anyone, not even the person involved.

This situation continued until Captain Shi took out a photograph

The expenses for his son's college education were overwhelming, and all the money had to be squeezed from the couple's mouths. He saw the fashionable young salespeople in the store and suddenly recalled that over twenty years ago, Guihua was just as beautiful as they were. Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he unprecedentedly spent 200 yuan to buy a piece of clothing for Guihua

In the evening, the family of three joyfully enjoyed hot pot together. Halfway through the meal, Zhang Fushun picked up the deadly poison—the bottle of Erguotou. As the drinking became more spirited, Zhang Fushun forgot what day it was and casually picked up the farming tools standing nearby, ready to take action.

What kind of person is Zhang Fushun? The villagers call him a good man, the workers on the construction site say he is an honest man, and Wang Guihua claims he is a good husband. All of this is based on his behavior before he drinks. The truth is revealed, and the villagers can hardly believe it: the only university student in Niulan Village for hundreds of years is also the only murderer in hundreds of years.

Zhang Dongcheng understood that his mother intended to take all the blame upon herself

Until Zhang Fushun said: "Divorce"

Subsequently, Zhang Dongcheng confessed without reservation; let us restore the situation at that time

He has kept this matter to himself for six years