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The timeline of memories came to an abrupt halt just now, and the scene turned back like a revolving lantern to the Chaoshan beef hotpot restaurant. Sitting across from him, Liu Bing suddenly patted Wang Wenhao on the shoulder. He woke up from his memories and only then realized that a few plainclothes had somehow emerged from the corner and were now standing behind him.
"Sorry, you are suspected in a murder case. Come with us," Guorui said coldly, without hesitation, and immediately pulled the slender Wang Wenhao out.
Liu Bing, however, still sat there in a daze, watching as they took Wang Wenhao into the police car. Guorui noticed that Liu Bing hadn't gotten into the car, so he stopped halfway, ran back, and called out to Liu Bing: "Let's go, Bing ge."
During the interrogation, the first thing was to ask Wang Wenhao to confess the process of the murder. Liu Bing paced anxiously in the interrogation room, his throat feeling dry as if he were suffocating in water and unable to speak. Guorui was also infected by Liu Bing's impatience, impatiently tapping the table with a pen. However, Wang Wenhao remained very calm, narrating slowly and steadily as if describing something that had happened to someone else.
Wang Wenhao developed the idea of killing Luo Qian in April of this year, which was still in the rainy season. G City was damp every day, and his idea became increasingly urgent. However, Luo Qian remained unaware.
Moreover, they seemed to have erased the matter of Luo Zhizhong from their memories, as if this person had never existed in the world.
Wang Wenhao bought a bottle of sleeping pills at the pharmacy a day in advance and ground the pills into powder, making it easier to dissolve in water and less noticeable. After all the preparations were done, on May 13th, which happened to be a weekend, he made his usual arrangement to meet Luo Qian to study. It's quite strange that someone like Luo Qian, who has a low level of education, could develop a love for reading. The book Wang Wenhao recommended to her a few days ago, "Lost Paradise" by Junichi Watanabe, had captured her interest. The book tells the story of a middle-aged couple who both died for their extramarital affair.
The female protagonist of the story is the wife of a medical professor, and the male protagonist is an editor at a publishing house. They meet at a chance gathering and quickly fall deeply in love, but their extramarital affair is not accepted by their respective families and loved ones. This experience leads them to believe that there is no eternal love in the world. The only way to keep each other forever is to end their lives together, so they both take poison in the height of their love.
Because Luo Qian's company is a distance away from the city center, Wang Wenhao usually arrives early at the café to save a seat. However, they do not sit together, but rather several seats apart, facing each other.
Around 9:40 in the morning, she walked in. She was a bit later than usual today. So according to the plan, Wang Wenhao needed to shorten his reading time, and after about an hour, he signaled for Luo Qian to leave.
She seemed a little confused, but still put away the book "Lost Paradise" and left with Wang Wenhao. Around ten-thirty, they entered a hotel. This was their time alone together, and they didn't have to worry about anyone else peeking into their affairs. They immediately relaxed, she threw her bag onto the bed, took off her coat, and sat on the edge of the bed, lazily looking at Wang Wenhao. "Is this book good?" Wang Wenhao asked, pretending to be concerned.
"The writing is okay, I'm almost finished." Luo Qian took out this book from her bag and played with it.
"I remember that the male and female protagonists took a bath together, then hugged and committed suicide by taking poison, right?"
"Yeah, that's probably it."
"Even the most beautiful love will one day be destroyed, but death can preserve love eternally, making it the best way to elevate love. While death may end the physical body, the spirit of love can be transformed into eternity. When love is incompatible with social and ethical norms, death is the best choice, but it is also their reluctant choice. When love reaches its peak, individual strength and family ethical constraints cannot elevate or sustain love, so only by choosing the extreme path of death can love be made eternal," he said, looking at Luo Qian thoughtfully.
She was stunned, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
"You go to the bathroom and run the water first," Wang Wenhao said, then he pushed her aside and took out a small packet of medicine, pouring it into her cup.
After taking a shower at noon, she finished the water in her cup and then they embraced and fell asleep. Wang Wenhao looked at Luo Qian's face, she was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed and long eyelashes still. He reached out his hands, intending to strangle her. It's unclear whether it was because the sleeping pills hadn't taken effect yet or because the powdered medicine that was insoluble in water had sunk to the bottom of the cup. She suddenly woke up, looking at Wang Wenhao in horror, her eyes wide as if they were about to pop out. Her face was pale without a trace of color, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably.
She wanted to scream, but because her throat was being choked, she couldn't make a sound. Her slender arms pushed and shoved frantically, but it was all in vain. After a while, she ran out of breath, died, and her eyes still glared fiercely at the other person.
This time, just like the last time, using a rope to strangle Luo Zhizhong, Wang Wenhao was exhausted and collapsed on the bed, sweating profusely. It took a while for his heartbeat to gradually calm down. His mind also went from a blank state to gradually having some traces. At this time, the clock pointed to half past twelve...
Next, he walked out of the room and went to the store near the hotel to buy a kitchen knife and a suitcase. First, he dismembered the body, then stuffed it into the suitcase. However, he miscalculated Luo Qian's body size, and in the end, her head just wouldn't fit in.
So Wang Wenhao came up with a solution, which was to put the head into a black plastic bag. But a new problem arose: it would be very inconvenient for him to carry the plastic bag and the suitcase, and he would easily be noticed by others.
So he went downstairs again, crossed several streets, and threw the black plastic bag containing Luo Qian's head into the trash can. The head that had once been embraced and kissed was now instantly turned into garbage, and Wang Wenhao felt extreme self-disgust.
By the time he returned to the hotel, Wang Wenhao was completely exhausted. He rested on the sofa for a while, then tidied up the room and checked out. Finally, he took a taxi and brought the heavy suitcase back home.
However, when Wang Wenhao returned home, he discovered that he had forgotten a very important detail. Prior to this, Luo Qian had brought back a package containing the leg of Luo Zhizhong that she had cut off, which was in her 904 dormitory.
Learning from the previous experience of being unprepared, Wang Wenhao took precautions to ensure he could enter their company dormitory. So, Wang Wenhao came up with a solution and cut off Luo Qian's finger...
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