Capítulo 2: Life-threatening nannies: seven people died in two years of care, and one woman had two husbands who died before and after her.
We had been at Xi's death scene for more than ten minutes, and while Fyren was searching the rooms, I heard a rattling under a cabinet in the corner of the living room, crouched down and shone my flashlight in, and with pairs of glowing highlights floating in the darkness, I found Xi's murderer-a king cobra curled up in a ball with its head held high.
We stepped back gently, and before we left, Fyren put on gloves, wrote "Viper inside" on a piece of paper with his left hand, taped it to the door, and opened the door to the house and yard.
In the condition of the body, someone will smell the stench and call the police first thing in the morning. The car drove up the dirt road, the windshield crashing through the rain drops, the rain forked and diverted to the sides, the illuminated sandy road and weeds ahead of us, twenty minutes before we saw the hazy orange light and the car traveled down the highway.
On both occasions, we found people in a short time, but all we found were corpses, so it's hard not to feel depressed. And the identified suspect FuBian is still nowhere to be found.
"What's next?" Returning to the hotel and collapsing into my own bed, I didn't even have the energy to wash up and asked in Fyren's direction, and after a period of silence, I heard him say, "We'll see tomorrow."
I woke up to my cell phone ringing.Rong called and said the police found Xi's body this morning. I said uh, I know. I was debating whether to tell her about last night, Fyren took the phone and told Rong that Xi was also murdered, and that your husband's murderer was most likely not Xi. "We'll go on to help you with the investigation, no need to add money for now."
Revealing this information to the victim's family not only won't ease Rong's hurt, it could add fuel to the fire, and I don't understand Fyren's intent, "Why no charge this time?"
"FuBian isn't much to look for, I don't have a clue." Fyren said.
The investigation went as far as Xi's body and the trail was basically closed. We were clueless as to what to do next, I took a shower and came out to see Fyren sitting on the edge of the bed looking at a piece of paper.
"See what?"
Fyren handed me the color-printed paper, a Christian doctrine flyer he'd picked up from Xi's dry goods store drawer.
The above is a chicken soup story: a man was taken by God to visit heaven and hell. He first came to hell and saw a group of people gathered around a big pot, each holding a spoon that could only reach the pot, but the handle was longer than their arms, so they could not drink the soup. Everyone here was skinny and bony, racking their brains to find a way to eat, but still they could not eat, and felt very miserable.
Then he came to Paradise, where the people also gathered around the cauldron, also with long-handled spoons, but all smiling because they knew how to share and knew how to feed each other with their own long spoons.
"The propaganda is aimed at the likes of Xi who've been in there, to get these inmates to join Christianity, reform, and help each other, and the address on the flyer is Xi's store, so it's not a place where they can meet." When I finished reading it, Fyren said.
"Let's go look again." I suggested.
Now is the Jinzhou Farmers Market business, a sea of people, Xi store door closed. The surrounding vendors said that the police came in the morning, should be found Xi body after review.Fyren think, Xi printed that a large stack of leaflets, the target is to get out of prison, if someone address over, find him to talk about it, may be on the next investigation will help.
I pouted at Fyren, opposite Xi's store was a busy fruit store with a camera in front of the store to monitor the two-wheelers parked outside by customers. The stores are so close together that Xi's store is also within range of the camera, and there's a sign outside the fruit store that says, "Please take care of your vehicles and lose them at your own risk," which Fyren understands.
I rented an electric car and parked and locked it outside the dried fruit store. Go to the store to try nuts, ask the store manager the price, stay half an hour, let the clerk wrapped a large box of nuts gift packs, outside the door of the electric car, long ago by Fyren drive away, out of the door, I pretended to go back and forth to look for, folded back to the store, anxiously told the store manager parked outside the electric car is missing, under the seat of the car to put the valuables.
The store manager took me to a room in the store and pointed to the computer, "The store is quite busy, the surveillance videos are all in there, so you can see for yourself."
I clicked on the video folder and realized that the surveillance only retained a month's worth of records, I copied the contents onto a USB drive and left the market, Fyren was already okay with the electric car and parked under a banyan tree waiting for me. On the drive back, I imported the footage into my computer and fast-forwarded through it, identifying the suspicious people who had been in and out of the Xi store during the period.
Ex-prisoners, who have been isolated from society for a long time, will behave differently when they come to a "popular" place like the market after their release from prison; they will be afraid to move their arms and legs and probe their heads; some of them will carry an outdated bag or wear out-of-date clothes, and basically all of them will keep their hair in inches.
I quickly identified half a dozen such people, but I couldn't get an exact identity based on the blurry footage alone. That is, until a man arrives on a motorcycle, bald, carrying a black cloth bag, gets off the bike, takes a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolds it, and shows it to Xi at the door, who invites him into the store. I wrote down the motorcycle license plate number.
Because of the previous doggie often have to track the license plate, know some anonymous DMV personnel, they use their position, trafficking in car owner information, has formed a chain of industry. As long as you give him WeChat send license plate number and ten yuan red envelope, car owner information, he will be sent to you.
That's how we got the address of the bald guy, who had just gotten out of prison a week earlier and was now helping out at the family-run Shaxian Snacks.
The store is located near Guangzhou South Railway Station, Fyren turned down the road to Panyu Prison where he had been squatting, and on the wall near the prison, there is a flyer of Christianity printed by Xi, it seems that the bald man was informed of the address of Xi's store from here.
Parking two hundred meters away from the store, Fyren pulled out a black ducktail hat, gathered her hair and tucked it into the cap and put it on. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain that had lasted half a month stopped, the sun was high in the sky and the view was bright. We walked into the store, meal time has passed, not many people. Bald man wearing an undershirt, sitting at the counter.
We sat down and he came over, "What are you two having?"
"Got any beer? Start me off with two beers, cold." Fyren looks up and says, "And a glass."
"Noodles with scallions and pork brain soup." I said.
Waiting for the bald man to go into the kitchen, Fyren took out the piece of Christian propaganda paper and placed it flat on the tabletop, the bald man served the food over, Fyren nodded at the paper and raised his voice to ask me, "Do you think I'm going to go or not, I heard that there's money to be had for the food and shelter."
"The address is in the Nansha district, so you can check it out and say if you want to attend."
"You guys," the bald guy looked at the two of us, "just got out?"
"He is." I pointed to Fyren, "How can you tell?"
"Isn't this only for ex-prisoners." He pulled up a chair and sat down, "I was just at this place the other day.
The Xi gave me five hundred dollars at the time, said the event didn't want outsiders to know about it, and drew a new address on a piece of paper for me."
Opening the conversation, Fyren poured the other man three beers and quickly got the address out of him. The place was a large warehouse, and since Xi was on the run for an alleged murder, the bald man had seen the news and reported it to the police the day before yesterday, and now the place had been seized by the police.
The warehouse was located in an industrial park near Forest Park in Tianhe District. During the day, the industrial park was guarded by management personnel, and we waited until late at night to act, cutting the seals affixed to the warehouse doors, unlocking them, entering the warehouse, and then covering the doors.
From the moonlight leaking in through the windows, one can roughly surmise that the warehouse is eight meters high. I quickly acclimatized to the interior, but the darkness ahead was deep. Feet on the ground, even though careful, still by the space to amplify the sound, back and forth haunting.
"We'll each walk along the edge of the wall, measure the length and width, and see what clues we can find along the way to meet up inside." Fyren whispered to me.
I suddenly thought of the image of James' body in the abandoned depot bungalow, and with a pang in my heart, suggested, "Better get together."
The depth of the warehouse is about twenty-eight meters, the width is ten meters, there are some cushions scattered in the middle of the open space, and some folding chairs are piled up by the wall, so it seems that this place has been used as a meeting place. Hall in the side of a lot of small compartments, inside all put a bed, "twenty-four hours closed management," Fyren said, "either a cult or a pyramid scheme."
The drawers and cabinets were empty, so we expected that the police had searched most of the documents and information, and we didn't find much.
Deep within the barn, there was another combination door, the combination lock having been removed. Roughly surveyed by flashlight, it was a fifty-square-meter office room with a treadmill to the left of the door, and a wall-mounted fan mounted on the wall to the side of the treadmill.
To the right of the door there was a toilet, and a blackboard five meters long and three meters wide was fixed with nails on the wall not far from the toilet. In the room there is a writing desk and a seat, the left corner of the wall piled up a small handful of dust, according to the ground on the traces of the line of presumption, this corner had been placed in an area of one square meter safe, the reason why it is not there, probably because it takes time to open, the investigators simply moved away.
I scooped up a spoonful of water from the toilet, squatted in the middle of the room, and slowly dumped the water on the floor.
The water pools in a puddle, then divides into thin streams that snake like a small snake toward the door.Fyren stands and shines his flashlight on the stream, looking down at me in puzzlement.
"The terrain faces out the door." I stood up and shone my flashlight inward, "but located in the northwest corner of the room, underneath the removed cabinet, rises a pile of dusty debris."
Fyren walks toward the corner, picks at the pile of powder with his foot, and crouches down to study the composition of the dust: plastic foam pellets, hair, and sandy dust."
"It's all lightweight." I said.
If a room has an interior floor, there will be a lot of clutter underneath the furniture in the depths over time. Beads, coins, bottle caps and other things that roll around are the most common. But the room's terrain outward, deep in the corner of the wall, but the accumulation of debris, debris are light, there must be a directional wind inward role. The wind blowing in through the door alone could not achieve the shape of this inward pile, so in the southeast corner of the room, there is a wind blowing towards the opposite corner for a long time.
"Fans?" Fyren turned back to look at the left and right walls of the room.
With the fan in the southwest (left) and the chalkboard in the east (right), the wind would have blown light materials such as chalk dust toward the northeast corner of the wall, but now these light materials are in the northwest corner of the wall, and there should have been a fan in the southeast of the office at one time.
"It doesn't make sense to have fans on both the left and right walls, assuming that this west wall-mounted fan was ever hung on the east side?" I analyzed, "It could be that the chalkboard is too large and to mount it on the east wall, the fan would have to be removed first to make room. After that the fan would be mounted on the opposite wall to bring the room back to normal."
Fyren curled his index and middle fingers and tapped the surface of the blackboard, making a "do-do" sound, "Is it trying to cover up what's in the wall with the blackboard?
"Unload it and see."
The corners of the blackboard were nailed with iron nails, and we lifted it out with a folding knife embedded in the seam. There was really something hidden inside the wall, a huge map of Guangzhou, drawn by pure black lines, with a clear layout and precise details, even if it was a copy, the painter's skill was at least five years. I used my camera to take a partial picture of the map.
"Look here." Fyren pointed to the graphic of an old house somewhere in Ping I Village with thin pits made by nails. The location was the exact scene of Xi's death.
Inspired by this, my beam traveled upstream and settled on the village of Chentian, where I similarly found a nail-pitted pit - the site of James' death.
"Rong's house was also staked." Fyren finds a third location, which appears to be a crime map that someone has marked with small nails, which have since been pulled out and left pits.
I took a red pen out of the pencil holder in my desk and drew crosses on the three potholes I found. After half an hour of meticulous searching, we had drawn a total of nine crosses on the map. In addition to the three known places, there were six other places where a murder may have occurred or was about to occur.
However, due to the blurred details of the map and the fact that some of the locations were neighborhoods and high-rise buildings, we were unable to know the exact floors and rooms, so we could only make a rough note of the scope in preparation for an unannounced visit in the daytime.
The next day, Rong called and asked us to stop by sometime.
It was our third visit to her home when a young woman with a light citrus scent answered the door. Thinking she was a friend of Rong's, we learned that she had just hired a nanny. This time Rong is in worse shape, if her hair was just gray before, now it is dry and silvery, and she looks like a seriously ill patient who is dying without the soul that supports her body. She said, "I fell when I got up the day before yesterday, and I was so weak that I hired someone to come and take care of me for a while."
"Here's the paper I found in James' book this morning," Rong's hand trembled as he handed us a slip of paper, "There's an unfamiliar address on it, and I thought it might help."
The address on the note was printed in Song characters and was in a residential building on the Dade road in Yuexiu District. The building was opened in 2011, and then stopped halfway through construction due to conflicts between several partners.In 2013, a new developer took over, but only the ten floors that had been built were repaired and scrapped, and the nearby landlubbers, seeing that the building had no owner, took it over and rented it out at a low price without doing the work of registering their identities.
The rooms above the tenth floor have some vagrants living in them. Resulting in the building presents two situations, the bottom ten floors of the window sill with stainless steel railing, balcony potted plants branches and leaves fluttering, drying clothes, rich life atmosphere. The top ten floors seem to be toothless mouth, day and night dark, the wind fish passes into, blowing down a soot.
The elevator is out of service and there's only one staircase through the building. The address we're going to is on the 10th floor, which isn't on the crime map we found last night.
The rotten building was originally called Pearl House, with two suites on each floor, on both wings of the staircase, and the address on the note was Room 1002, facing north. Before going upstairs, we looked over the window sill, which was installed with a railing, and there was no laundry on the drying rack.
The walls of the building are plastered with small advertisements, some people use black paint to spew profanity, and the corners are littered with garbage. Although most of the tenants are poor, the front door of each house is still clean, and the bright red couplets posted outside show that they have not given up hope for life. In the sweltering heat, we climbed up to the tenth floor in one breath, our T-shirts soaked with sweat.
I knocked discreetly on the door and there was no response for a long time. Waiting for Fyren to come on, who felt his coat pocket on his body and told me, "It's broken, I left my tools in the car."
"Go down and get it together." He takes me by the shoulders and pushes the reluctant me down the stairs.
"What's going on?" I asked him, intuiting that he wanted to talk somewhere else, before walking to the bottom of the building.
"Did you notice?" Fyren said as he walked toward the car, "It's a coincidence that 902 and 1002 have the exact same couplet downstairs."
I pulled away, "Possible fraud?"
"Well," Fyren said as he closed the door, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and said, "there's no telling... think of the worst... 1002 could be a trap, and 902 is the surveillance."
Fyren pulled out a folding knife with a leather sheath and strapped it to his ankle, and slipped his taser into his pocket, "Can't go wrong with an extra eye, didn't you practice free fighting? Might come in handy."
We went outside room 1002 again, Fyren crouched to unlock the door, and with a click, it opened.
Inside the door is a two-meter wide corridor, on the left is a terrace full of debris, on the right is a small closed door, Fyren's gloved hand gently twisted the round handle, the door is unlocked, we turned sideways outside the door, and so on, when the dark and closed room was brightened by the sunlight, I roughly see the layout of the inside, it is a roughly sixty square feet of room, no beams and columns and no partitions, the room on the right side of the two-meter-high white closet, a deep corner of the room, there are small rooms, presumably toilets, and a small room in the corner. , which is visually estimated to be a toilet. The ground is full of sand piles and cement, uneven, looks like it is being renovated.
Fyren scanned the room with his flashlight and noticed that there were opening windows in the south-facing wall, but they had been sealed with blackout cloth. He drew a question mark with his flashlight beam outside the closet and the cubicle, meaning clearly that if there was a sneak attacker hiding in this room, it should be in one of these two spaces.
Fyren unfolds his folding knife lightly and says, "Look inside," but paces to the closet by the door, and I grip the stick in my hand. Before I got close, the closet door popped open, and a burly masked man jumped out, holding a machete in his right hand - his hand and the handle of the knife with a bandage, and without saying a word, he slashed at Fyren, who dodged, and his body walked into the house.
I swung my stick, which was blocked away by the back of his blade, and came back with a quick backhand slash, which I jumped away from towards the back, and parried with my stick in passing - being cut in two by the machete, with the point of the blade a stone's throw from me, and my blouse instantly cut open, but fortunately the skin and flesh were not injured.
At that moment Fyren flew up with a kick that struck the masked man squarely in the back, he stumbled and saw him lie down, but his right hand leaned the tip of the knife on the ground just in time, and the ground scratched out fire as he turned back to his feet.
We stood in a triangle, looking at each other. The masked man leaned against the door, reached out with his left hand and gripped the handle, closing the door behind him.
The room was instantly dark. In such darkness, we couldn't see each other, and the chances of being attacked were so different that we couldn't figure out why he was doing it.
I moved backward and suddenly realized that there was a faint light on the floor of the room. When I looked at it more closely and linked it to Fyren's guess of "two families colluding", I realized, in a cold sweat, that the masked man was trying to put us in the darkness, not to attack us, but to make us fall into a trap by accident... -From the outline of the light on the floor, the center of the room appeared to be hollowed out. Before we came, he had covered the hole in the building with canvas, and covered it with gravel and cement dust, waiting for us to step in. And in the darkness, people instinctively back away, which is why the masked man closed the doors and sealed the windows.
"Fyren, stop, don't go back any further, the room is trapped!" I shouted in Fyren's direction, attracting the masked man's attention, his feet came towards me, I couldn't retreat, the only thing I could do was to bend forward with my whole body, slamming into the other side's abdomen, I followed the trend of the masked man's waist with both hands, and laying on the ground sideways, I yanked him down, and after that, rolled away towards his feet in case of being chopped by the messy knife. Left hand quickly touch to the wooden door, pull the door open, strong light diffusion, I was blinded for a moment, suddenly felt a cold under the abdomen pierced through. The masked man stabbed the machete forward, through the wooden door between us, past my belly, offset an inch, the intestines in my belly is afraid of being cut off by the blade of the knife.
I vigorously slammed the door shut, the knife was stuck in the door, the masked man was brought nearer to me, his left hand struck at me, I dodged low and saw his neck, curved my palm towards the throat, causing him to crouch and gasp for breath on the spot, his right hand struggled to pull the knife out of the door, I saw this and reached out and kicked at the handle, kicking the knife out of the door, because his right hand was tied to the knife and his arm was brought out at the same time, he cut his skin with a broken door panel and was drenching himself with blood.
I padded my right leg back towards the ground before springing up and sweeping it into the masked man's solar plexus, causing his head to slam hard into the door panel, smashing a crater into it. With my left hand, I prepare to punch him in the bridge of the nose, subduing him, when I hear a ruckus, Fyren's foot hitting the void as he comes to help, a large portion of the room's floor sinking in, light flooding in from the ninth floor, and the masked man, taking advantage of my turn of mind, pulls his knife out of the door and swings it chaotically, forcing me to move away before pulling the door open and running outdoors. I had no time to catch up and turned to rescue Fyren.
"Pull me!" The shout came from the ground, and Fyren's hands clamped down on the tenth-floor floorboards as I slumped toward the floor and reached out to grab him.
Underneath him, dense erected bars pointed steel, even if it is only three meters high, once a person falls, the body will be pierced out of countless holes, dead body.
We turned to room 902 and found the inverted pentagram sign filled with bats painted in black on the surrounding walls.
In order for us to step into death, the masked man set up an altar in advance.
"There was an inverted bat tattoo on the arm of the assailant who was just holding the knife." I said to Fyren.
The Rong family's nanny, named Daciy, is 30 years old, with a fair complexion and large eyes that appear to be thick with dark circles. With narrow cheeks and long, straight hair, she looks like the sickly wife of Jack the writer in The Shining.
Three years ago, she spent a year in jail for stealing, and after her release, she divorced and awarded her son to her husband. She has been working as a nanny in Guangzhou for the past two years, and a week ago, when the elderly person she was caring for died, she stayed out of the workforce, and then was quickly offered a new job to look after Rong's food and living quarters.
The reason why he suspected her was because of the note. After leaving Pearl House, he used a tool to extract the fingerprints on the note, and of the many prints, none belonged to James.
"The book was read by James while he was alive, and if the note was clipped by him, there's no reason why he couldn't have left his fingerprints." Fyren said, "It's not like it's a coincidence that Rong gave us both a 'death clue' right after Daciy went to work at James' house."
I went to Daciy's company, Xiangfu Home Management, pretending to look for a nanny, and saw her picture on the list of excellent service staff in the lobby. She was the second best in the company in terms of overall performance, and had never received any complaints from clients during her two years of service.
The staff gave me an iPad with the babysitter's information, "The aunts with green dots in the upper right corner are on call, take your time to read it yourself, and feel free to call me if you have any questions."
When I clicked on Daciy's customer feedback, I saw a lot of positive reviews, but all of them were set to anonymous, and the content showed that most of the targets of Daciy's services were widows, orphans, elderly people or people with disabilities. When I asked the staff where she worked today, I got a "confidential" reply. It's basically impossible to get information about the clients she's worked with this way. But from what I've seen so far, it's hard to see how Daciy could be connected to the crime.
The last time we were at Rong's house, Fyren asked her if any strangers had called her recently, and she shook her head, saying that there was only one salesman who had called her three times to sell life insurance. Later, Fyren looked up the number on the Internet and found that it belongs to Guangzhou and has been labeled as a "salesman" by 72 users.
Loan officers will buy customer information from banks, real estate agents will guard the sales office to find clients, and those who look for domestic agencies, many of which have elderly people at home, Fyren believes that this insurance officer may have dealings with the employees of the domestic agency to buy information about the target group, such as Rong, and then target their sales.
Fyren dialed the man, said he wanted to consult on insurance, and made an appointment with him at a private room in a restaurant at 5:00 PM.
Larry, dressed in a smart suit and carrying a shiny purse, sat down with great interest, called us "brother," and then asked, "How did you guys get my number?"
"I was looking for a babysitter yesterday at the Chestford Household Agency, and someone referred you." Fyren said.
""Xiangfu Home Management."" Larry's eyes rolled, then he said, "Oh, it's Xeanny, I think, I know her."
"She said you bought client information from her." Fyren said.
"That too?" Larry looked at us suspiciously.
"I'm in the medical business and they buy information from me, they're all considered peers, no secrets." Fyren downplays.
"Eh, brother, we can work together too." Larry took out a packet of soft China and opened it, handing us cigarettes.
"The information is there, what do you take for it?" Fyren took the cigarette.
"I can buy it, name your price." Larry said as he lit the fire close to Fyren's mouth.
Earlier we had gotten a bunch of lists of people at the Rehab Center for the Disabled, and Fyren pulled out three and stapled them together, "Tell you what, you can have the lists, and you don't have to pay for them, you can buy a nanny's work history from Xeanny for us."
"Don't you guys know Xeanny well too?" Larry wondered.
"Can't get used to this cigarette." Fyren stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out a Marlboro and lit it up, "We're a one-way partnership with Xeanny, and it's not convenient to ask her for information to save her a lion's share of the money, so we're looking for you to help us out."
When Larry nods, Fyren writes "Daciy" on a piece of paper, hands it to him, and says, "Ask for all of this person's work history with the Shifu Housekeeping Company, as well as the employer's information." "
Larry goes out, comes back 5 minutes later, asks Fyren for her e-mail, and sends an Excel sheet with Daciy's work history.
"Bro, let me ask you one more time, why do you need this babysitting information?" Larry asked before he left.
"Five years ago, someone borrowed money from us and then disappeared. Recently, I found out that this person was having an affair with the nanny he hired, and it so happens that this nanny works for the Xiangfu Household Management Company, so if we find her, we may be able to find the person who owes us money." In terms of bullshit, Fyren is first-class.
"Looks like asking me for insurance advice was a lie." Larry laughed, "I hope the two brothers are successful in collecting their debts."
In May 2012, Daciy started working for Xiangfu Home Management Company and has served nine employers in two years. The addresses of seven of these employers coincide with the seven locations marked with crosses on the map on the wall of the warehouse office - including Rong's house. These places are unreported, but they appear on the same map as James and Xi's murder scene, so we decide to visit them one by one.
The old residential area of Chashan Road in Tianhe District was a chemical factory dormitory in the 1980s, and nowadays most of the residents are old people. When I arrived in the morning, I saw a bamboo hut in the open space between two rows of houses, in front of which wreaths of flowers were placed, in which there were people wearing mourning mourning clothes, Fyren pointed to the couplet with the words "Mr. Wuming, a thousand years", the deceased was the old man who was taken care of by Daciy in his last job, and we caught up with his funeral.
The ground near the shed was covered with paper money and ashes, a distorted stereo was playing "For Whom", a few young men in white shirts were packing up their instruments, women were removing their makeup in the open air, and the guard of honor was wrapping up, indicating that the funeral was almost over and the deceased had been sent to the crematorium. " and told me, "Go to the shed."
He rummaged through the garbage basket and filled a red envelope with four hundred dollars, went to the funeral reception desk, made up a name, and said, "My old father is physically challenged and asked us to come to offer our condolences, so don't blame us for being late." The registrar noted us on the roster as the sons of Wuming's comrades. "Please take a seat inside."
The brother of the deceased was the celebrant of the funeral, and we found him, shook his hand, and asked for his condolences, after which Fyren asked, "Where are Uncle Wuming's children?"
The old man's face changed abruptly, "Don't mention this unfilial son!" After our inquiry, we learned that Wuming's only son is in Australia, has not come back for ten years, and now that his father has passed away, he also claimed that he was busy with his business, and remitted a sum of money to him as a perfunctory gesture.
"All he does is wire money, leaves his own father in the care of a nanny, and hasn't been back in all these years." The old man spoke spitefully.
"Auntie left early, her son doesn't come back, and the nanny is an outsider, so Wuming must have suffered quite a bit during her life, right?" Fyren probed.
"The last babysitter I found was good. Sometimes came to the door and could see his smiling face."
We then went to Building 9, Yuk Kwai Fong, in the Liwan District, where Daciy was employed between October and December 2012 to take care of a paralyzed woman. We rang the doorbell downstairs and pretended to be employees of "Cheung Fook Home Care Company", saying that we needed to make a return visit. The other party replied, "I'm very satisfied with your service, so I don't need to come upstairs." He then hung up the microphone.
Fyren pressed again, and the man answered, "People are dead, what's the point of calling back?" I heart thumped, how to die again?Fyren also did not expect, but quickly picked up, "a form, we can not help, there is a form need you to sign on behalf of the trouble." The other party finally opened the door.
The room was cramped, two rooms, two baths, and only fifty square meters at most. The man who opened the door was gray-faced, obviously the head of the household, and his paralyzed wife had died, but now there was another woman in the room. I noticed that the room didn't have the wife's effigy.
"I thought we said we could just sign?" The man sounded offended as he watched us sit ourselves down in our chairs in the living room.
"Here's the thing," Fyren pulled out a large book, "Daciy took care of your wife at your house last year, and after recent reports of her misbehavior, we're here specifically to check it out."
"To be honest, I rarely came over when that nanny was taking care of my wife, I'm not sure what her character was like, but anyway, every time I came over, I saw that my wife communicated well with her and I never heard any complaints." The man said.
"May I ask how Ms. Lan left?" Fyren asked, referring to the list of employers Larry had given us, which showed the hostess as "Lan".
"She was always in poor health, and it was only a matter of time before she died." Obviously unemotional about his wife, the man doesn't realize the indifference in his words, "It was just one day I got a call from my nanny saying my wife wasn't breathing, so I came back to take care of the aftermath, and that's how she died."
"What did the doctor say after his examination?"
"What doctor?" The man asked.
"What was the cause of death issued by the doctor afterward?" Fyren added, "There has to be a reason why people die."
"Her poor health is obvious to all, so why bother?" The man was taken aback by Fyren's words, "It's soon to be cremated."
"Can you show us Ms. Lan's room?" Fyren looked to the man.
"This house is so small, the room to live, how can still keep her things ah, long ago emptied." The man thought for a moment and added, "There are boxes of things that are still in the closet of the toilet, so you can move them if you need to."
We carried the box downstairs, found a stone bench on the spot, and the moment we unpacked it, dust floated in the sunlight. The box was filled with moldy books and clothing, and from it we found a code book, which Fyren broke right open, snapping the single thin lock cylinder.
The book describes Ms. Lan's despair. After her stroke, she felt her husband's indifference day by day, which later developed into disgust. Outsiders have always regarded them as loving partners, and have even given her husband praise for his love and loyalty. Out of his desire to maintain the label of a good husband, as well as the division of property involved in a divorce, her husband has struggled to maintain a loveless relationship, leaving all caregiving to the nanny, and hanging out with other women himself.
"I asked him what he was doing out there. At first there was a cover-up, and then he came right out and told me he had found himself another woman, and he told me that if I was kind, I should get out of the way and not drag him down. I was desperate and hated myself for not being able to act, or I would have jumped out of the window immediately."
Ms. Lan was very happy about Daciy's arrival, because only Daciy could talk to her, solve her problems and guide her. After half a month of contact with Daciy, Ms. Lan's name for her changed from "Daciy" to "Ms. Daciy": "Ms. Daciy said that the light I saw was a return of light, a call from another bright world, where good people and clean children are waiting for me. The light I saw, Mr. Daciy said, was a return to the light, a call from another world of light, where good people and clean toddlers were waiting for me. My son is waiting for me over there. It's time to go over and be reunited."
Ms. Lan had a miscarriage, was eight months pregnant at the time, and holding the body of a formed infant in her hands was the first dark cloud that covered her life.
Ms. Lan writes, "Mrs. Daciy told me an allusion to heaven and hell. There was a man who was taken by God to visit hell, and he saw that all the people in hell were circling around a cauldron, holding a spoon longer than their arm, scooping up the soup but unable to eat it, and all of them were thin, bony, and sad. Then he came to heaven, and saw the same scene as in hell, but the people here were all graceful and smiling, because they knew how to feed each other with the spoon in their hands, and to fulfill each other was to fulfill themselves."
"Ms. Daciy said that in order for the human soul to reach the place of clarity, it must be free from this bulky skin. We are all children of heaven, with the long knife of liberation in our hands, but we cannot stab ourselves, but she was willing to help me to get out of my bondage and be as light as a feather. I was so glad she was willing to do this that I didn't think much of it, and I asked her to perform it. I told Ms. Daciy that I had saved a sum of money for myself before my stroke, and that I was now giving it to her in return for the kindness I had bestowed."
We went to the remaining four places marked with a cross on the map, and without exception, all the people Daciy had taken care of ended up as a single effigy. They were all dead, but the families didn't feel the least bit unusual about their deaths.
The reason is that these care recipients are troubled, disillusioned people. Disabled, paralyzed, dirty, old, unloved, and wanting to die, but unable to take that final step, Daciy is a masterful death-inducer whose unreserved care for the lost deepens the harshness of reality and depicts the beauty of the other side of life, little by little, to lure them out of their deathbed.
The most troublesome part of housekeeping is taking care of people who have difficulty taking care of themselves. But Daciy swims against the tide. Utilizing his position, he secretly chooses the best fishing spot, stays in place, patiently prepares the bait, accurately sets the hook, keeps an eye on the movement of the float, and finally calmly lifts the rod and puts the fish into the net.
Programs that involve ethical dilemmas, often debated for long periods of time, are rarely unified, such as gay marriage and genetic modification. Daciy knows that there is a group of people in the shadows, who have already suffered the brunt of their fate and have to go through the abandonment of their families all over again, and who have no choice but to metamorphose themselves into beetles and hide under their beds, powerless and self-absorbed. They have pain and suffering on their minds, and if death wasn't a reviled act, they'd step into it without saying a word. Now, Daciy tells them that death is to a better life, leave it to me to help, and they are grateful.
However, this case of hidden serial murders has left us helpless. The deaths of these people are a relief to their families, and even though they bear visible signs of asphyxiation and gassing, they are covered up by their own "crippling" sins. Those around them shed tears, but by default their fate is sealed. Bodies should be buried with dignity, honor, and peace, hiding their sores, scars, shrivels, and spots in silk suits and powder. How grand the sound of the funeral, how humble the dead. They're all reduced to ashes, and the evidence of Daciy's guilt is gone. We tried to tell the truth of the reasoning with one of the families, and the man of the house thought it was pie in the sky. "We have all moved on from our injuries, why do you come and play such jokes?"
Daciy, undoubtedly in league with FuBian, has entered James' house and, through Rong, has given us a deadly clue to the mystery of James' death. Now that we've solved her crime, the mystery of James' death is connected, and James is depressed after being framed by Xi and losing his son in a car accident, and FuBian shows up at the right time, and like Daciy, she captures James' desire to die and convinces him that killing him is as good as saving him.
In the early morning hours of May 11, 2014, while Rong was asleep, FuBian entered James's room, carried him away on his back, drove him to an abandoned depot bungalow in Chentian Village, put a gun to James's forehead and killed him. Afterwards, he removed the clothes from the body, arranged it in the shape of an inverted cross and drew an inverted bat pentagram on the chest. Finally, he stabbed the deceased three times in the belly, planted the suspicion of the crime on Xi, and coaxed Xi to hide in the old house and killed him with the use of a poisonous snake. The murderer faked a suicide.
Based on this, it is assumed that James authorized FuBian to kill himself, but he did not know that the body would become a prop in the cult scene. He loved his wife and would probably have left a suicide note before he died, which naturally would not have reached Rong.
"Xi preaches a false Christ, a cult wrapped in Christianity." After a day of running around, Fyren's lips are a little white, "The big difference between religion and cults is that religions preach altruism and cults preach egoism, preaching self-destruction and harm to others with the doctrine of dominating one's own soul and life."
Xi, Daciy, including the masked man from the Pearl House, should all have been in prison before, and FuBian's construction of the Mutual Aid Society in the big barn is actually just to sift out those whose evil roots have not yet been eradicated from among these ex-prisoners, and slowly cultivate them to become criminal congregations.
I lay down on the bed and tried to get a big sleep, "Killing people without their eyes, a brilliant technique."
"Nine locations, eight dead." Fyren stood up suddenly from his chair, "the wall map of the barn marked nine locations, eight dead, there was one place we overlooked, we always assumed that because James was the victim, his home address was marked on the map, but the other eight places in there, were all murder scenes. james' house was a murder scene as well! "
"Daciy was there for one purpose, to send us the wrong message, and for another, Rong, who was widowed and bereaved, and who was Daciy's prey." I was instantly mental.
After James' tragic death, Rong came to us for the second time and said, "Do me one last favor." Because of the addition of the word "last", Fyren had her heart set on the fact that her son and husband had died one after the other, and that the only thing she wanted was for the murderer to be caught and brought to justice, and that once her heart was set on the matter, she was "afraid that she would follow in her family's footsteps." This is the reason why Fyren explained to Rong that Xi is not the real murderer and is willing to help her investigate for free, so that she will have something to think about and will not fall into nothingness and eventually commit suicide.
We immediately rushed to Rong's place. The phone went unanswered on the way, and when we arrived at eleven o'clock at night, with no light in the windows and no one answering the door, Fyren used a tool to open the door and took a deep breath before entering. We got ready.
Turning on the light in the living room, Fyren called "Ms. Rong" softly, but there was no reply. When I opened Rong's bedroom, it was neatly tidied up, but she was not in bed. Fyren and I looked into James' room, and we had a bad feeling. After opening the door carefully, we saw a person hanging from the chandelier on the ceiling, and when I pressed the switch of the chandelier, the light illuminated the silver-white hair of the deceased, and then there were protruding eyes, a bloodless face, an outwardly protruding purple tongue, and a withered body. The footrest was James's wheelchair, and after slipping the neck into the noose, Rong kicked the wheelchair away from his feet.
There was a letter on the table in the room, a suicide note left by Rong, the first part of which explained the ownership of the estate and apologized to relatives and friends. At the end of the letter, Fyren and I were mentioned, "Thank you for still running around for me, but I no longer want to know the final outcome, and even if I do, what can I do? My husband and son will not be able to live because of this, and I want to go over there to be reunited with them. If you read what I have written, please forgive me and don't bother to labor for me anymore. Thank you."
Last line, "Thank you Mr. Daciy for opening up." We have the sense of being teased.
Daciy had left her job two days earlier, and according to the police's follow-up investigation, Rong had committed suicide and Daciy was not suspected of any crime. She later left the "Xiangfu Home Management Company" and is not known.
Back in Shenzhen, Fyren and I avoided the topic for some time. But a month later, in the evening of June 23rd, I received a phone call from Hong Kong, ringing three times, I pressed the answer button.
"Old classmate." A calm male voice came over the phone, "How have you been?"
My scalp tingled for a split second, "Who are you?"
"FuBian," said the other, "haven't you guys been to my house and told my mom that we went to school together."
"Yes?" My breath was out of control for a moment, my tone visibly flustered, and I moved the phone away from my ear and turned on the speaker.
"Are you watching TV?" The other person said, "You can check out the news that's being broadcast on the Jade Channel."
I find out the remote control, turn on the TV, tuned to the Jade Channel, inside is broadcasting a celebrity cliff report, the picture of the deceased hanging upside down between a tree trunk, the body is inverted cross shape, although the head mosaic, but the mosaic grains through the red. According to the scene reporter reported, the deceased is from the head of the Lion Rock more than 100 meters from the cliff fell and died, "It is reported that Mr. Chan recently no drama shooting, fall down, alone, this death is related to his personal situation? The details are under investigation."
My hands shook slightly; the Hong Kong star I had been plotting a disappearance with when I was a paparazzo last year was the one who had died in this cliff fall. The scene is surrounded by many rocks in which the crew climbed up and down, and I see a large inverted bat pentagram painted on a graffiti-covered rock in the out-of-focus image.
"Fake news made real." A voice came from the cell phone.
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