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There are two types of people who choose to be lonely, one is voluntary and the other is involuntary. When you count how many leaves there are on the tree outside the window, when you figure out how many steps it takes to walk from the hut to the tunnel, when you wear the cover of Jin Ping Mei as thin as a cicada, you will know What does it feel like to be alone. Now let us walk into the day of a railway worker. At five o'clock in the morning, he woke up from the simple wooden bed in the simple hut. He flipped through the Jin Ping Mei and ate while reading. . There are oil stains on the books, pulp, saliva, and semen. His daily job is to check along the railway. He has to walk in this place where no one appears from morning to night, rain or shine. Because once there is a problem with a section of railway, it is very likely that all people on the train will die. It takes two hours to walk from the hut to the tunnel, and another two hours from the tunnel to the hut. He walks twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Five years after he started this job, his wife was discovered to be having an affair with someone else, and they divorced. After fifteen years of doing this job, his son turned seventeen and became a jerk. Now he had been doing this job for three days, which would have been twenty years, but he died in the passage under Railway. When my son was seventeen years old, I beat him for the first time. He looked at his son, who was a head taller than him, and was silent for a long time. This is the first time for him to be someone's father. He has not had a father since he was a child, so he doesn't know how to be a father. He doesn't know how to smoke, but his son does. He doesn't know how to drink, but his son does. He wrote this sentence in his diary: Hey, sometimes, he is his son. We have said that there are two types of people who choose loneliness. In the first fifteen years of doing this job, he was forced to choose loneliness, and in the next five years, he chose loneliness voluntarily. He stayed here from morning to night. He bought a week's worth of steamed buns at one time, and he bought a week's worth of vegetables at one time, even though the vegetables were wilted the next day. If you don't know how to face someone, the best way is not to face him. Luo Yongjun did this. For five years, except for putting money into his home on the first of every month, he never went back. Luo YongjunAfter the age of forty, I never saw my son again. If it weren't for the fact that someone took away the money he put on the table every month, he would even feel that he had never had a son. If you can live alone for five years without communicating with others, congratulations, you are either a madman or a genius. Everyone who faces loneliness must have a way to vent. Some people like to watch movies when they are lonely, and some people like to listen to music. Luo Yongjun also has his own way of venting. Three years ago, Luo Yongjun had a sudden idea. He tried to masturbate while walking on the Railway Track. During this period, one train after another passed in front of him, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night. Whenever the train roars past him, Luo Yongjun has a special sense of excitement. This is the bravest time in his life. At this time, he had the courage to beat up the adulterer and the adulterous couple, and he had the courage to slap his son and tell him who was the father. He became the most courageous person in the world. He yelled at everyone on the train: I am the mother of all of you. Then he lost his temper and became Luo Yongjun again. He banged on the railway and listened with his own ears to see if there was anything wrong with Railway. During these five long years, Luo Yongjun actually thought about Suicide. He knew how powerful the train was, and he knew that as long as he got on the Railway, it would be over. He thought about it for three minutes and gave up. He didn't dare to live, and he didn't dare to die. Last night, a woman appeared in the storm. Evil may be in a look, in an action, or after a woman gets wet. Luo Yongjun didn’t know what she was here for, Luo Yongjun didn’t know where he came from~ He had so much courage, he decided to rape this girl. He stayed here for twenty years, He knows every passage here and every detail of the road surface. He waited on the woman's only path, and then the woman came over. He opened the passage and pulled the woman in. A Thunder passed by, and Li Cunzhuang behind him lost Zhang Xutong, while Luo Yongjun was lying on top of Zhang Xutong. Zhang Xutong I struggled, but to no avail.
Thunder was the best cover; Li Cunzhuang could not possibly hear Zhang Xutong's cries.
At first, Luo Yongjun did not intend to kill Zhang Xutong, but he fell into madness, unleashing all his helplessness and cowardice from the past twenty years onto her. The true cause of Zhang Xutong's death was mechanical asphyxiation. Forensic experts speculated that the murderer likely covered her head with his own clothing.
After killing Zhang Xutong, Luo Yongjun hung her body at the top of a barbed wire fence.
Then, in a haze, he saw someone approaching. In his panic, he had no time to take the wooden board and chair with him and had to hide in the passage to observe. What he witnessed next would haunt him for the rest of his life. He saw a person standing in front of the corpse, devouring its viscera.
Luo Yongjun vomited; compared to this person, he felt like a child.
The person ate for a while and seemed to be full. Then, Luo Yongjun watched in horror as the individual gouged out the corpse's eyes and consumed them. Luo Yongjun felt as if his heart would leap out of his chest; it was his first time killing someone and witnessing cannibalism. After a while, the person left.
Luo Yongjun knew that if he did not take the chair and wooden board away, the police would discover him. He cleared the surrounding footprints and buried the chair, wooden board, and the remaining viscera under a tree near the simple cabin. He thought long and hard about it; it was his first time drinking alcohol.
His makeshift home had plenty of liquor, but he had never drunk any before. He kept it because someone told him that one must drink when patrolling at night.
Confused, he asked why. The other person said there were evil spirits in the dark, and drinking would give him courage. Luo Yongjun chuckled; he was most afraid of people, not ghosts. The liquor remained untouched until today when he took it all out and drank it all.
He should have committed suicide because the last entry in his workbook read: "Today I finally dare to die."
Luo Yongjun had two workbooks—one meticulously recorded his daily work activities, while the other chronicled his emotional journey each day.
We learned about these events from the second workbook. If a person cannot share their thoughts with others, they will speak to themselves. Luo Yongjun recorded everything he wanted to say in this workbook. There is a saying that people would rather concern themselves with a mediocre actor's trivialities than understand an ordinary person's unremarkable inner world.
If it weren't for the murder case, Luo Yongjun would never have appeared on our radar; he was destined to be forgotten.
Following Luo Yongjun's workbook entries, we quickly found Li Cunzhuang’s unfinished viscera along with the chair and wooden board under the Sophora tree outside the simple cabin.
A police officer reviewed the workbook and said, "The sequence of events appears to be this: Zhang Xutong came here, was raped and killed by Luo Yongjun, then Li Cunzhuang discovered the body and ate its viscera. Afterward, Luo Yongjun tried to erase all traces but ultimately couldn't bear it and committed suicide?"
"It seems that way," Captain Shao replied. "I mean it looks that way."
"He is not the murderer," I asserted firmly.
Captain Shao glanced back at me and said, "Indeed there are many doubts remaining, but I cannot yet determine whether Luo Yongjun is truly the murderer. Many questions and motives do not align just yet. However, how did you arrive at such a definitive conclusion?"
Captain Shao’s question was clearly directed at me. I looked around at everyone and deliberately paused for effect: "If I said it was based on imagination, you wouldn’t believe me now anyway. How about this? Once we unravel all doubts and mysteries, I will explain why I am certain that Luo Yongjun is not the murderer. What do you think?"
Mary shot me a glance and said, "Your delusional disorder is unreliable; it has already been verified once before. I doubt this time will be any different."
Captain Shao found it quite interesting. He said, "It's intriguing. If it turns out that Luo Yongjun isn't the murderer, how about I agree to one condition of yours?"
"Deal!"
"Questions?" Officer Liu, however, was puzzled about what doubts there could be. "Luo Yongjun's account is crystal clear, including how he committed the murder, how he hid the viscera, and how he saw Li Cunzhuang. If there's still doubt about this, I really don't know what else could be questioned."
Captain Shao replied, "There are many doubts. If you can explain each of these doubts one by one, this case will be closed. First, why did Zhang Xutong come to this godforsaken place in such heavy rain? Second, what was Luo Yongjun's mindset when he hung the body on the barbed wire? Third, after burying the viscera so thoroughly, why did Luo Yongjun rush back to the passage? Fourth, why is the break in the wire located so close to the body? Is it a coincidence or was it done intentionally?"
A series of four questions left Officer Liu speechless. He mumbled for a while and finally said, "Maybe I should just keep quiet..."
Being able to ask such questions earned Captain Shao my respect. It seemed that the head of the Special Cases Unit was indeed not just a title; he had pointed out the most important doubts in this case. Without resolving these issues, this case could hardly be considered closed.
Luo Yongjun's superiors arrived late; they even seemed to have forgotten that someone named Luo Yongjun existed in their department.
Once they finally grasped the situation, a rotund leader scratched his head and said, "This Luo Yongjun is too foolish. Why hang the body on barbed wire? Just throw it onto the railway track and let a train smash it to pieces; that would solve everything."
Captain Shao and I both looked up at this leader simultaneously. He felt uneasy under our gaze and hurriedly explained, "I was just saying that casually..."
I shook his hand and said, "Leader, why not come join the Criminal Police Force?"
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