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Capítulo 47

He seemed dazed.

Why three?

He shuddered and fell silent.

What did you take from the scene?

"An old watch."

"What brand? What color?"

"Fiyta, electronic women's watch, white."

Where are you now?

“Teacher Yang, my teacher, buried in the sandbox downstairs from his house.”

"What else did you take?"

Qu Baoyuan said in a low voice:

"It's all gone, it's all gone..."

Wang Liguo glared at him fiercely:

"Think about it again!"

Qu Baoyuan twisted his body, but there was no sound in the room except for the occasional sound of car horns on the road, which startled him.

"Old cell phone".

What brand? What model?

"It's a Samsung, I don't know the model, it's blue."

"And there's more!"

"And, the charger."

Where are you now?

"It's lost."

"Where did you lose it? How did you lose it? Tell me!"

"I forgot, I forgot."

"How could you possibly forget? You don't want to talk about it, but you're also trying to lie."

Qu Baoyuan immediately became nervous:

"I gave it to a friend!"

"who?"

"Who can't be said? They definitely can't be said, they can't be said."

"What else did you take?"

Qu Baoyuan sighed and said in a low voice:

"You know everything, so why are you asking me?"

"If I don't ask you about what you did, who am I supposed to ask?"

"The electric kettle, still in its box, was on the back rack of my bike. I was riding too fast and it got stolen. I didn't dare go back to look for it."

"Tell me again about the crime you committed on July 5th."

He twisted and turned violently, as if he was in great discomfort.

"I can't remember the dates. I followed that woman for a few days, staying in Gujingli, Gujing District, on the top floor. She was obviously not respectable, always alone. How could a woman be so rich? She was always going to the supermarket to buy things, buying expensive cosmetics, buying loads of them at once. I hate women like that; they look down on me..."

Wang Liguo recalled what He Fangmei had told him: Sister Chen was a laid-off worker who had even sold her old television, worth only twenty or thirty yuan, to make ends meet. This pitiful young woman had not only been innocently murdered by him, but he was still spouting nonsense about her. Wang Liguo slammed his fist on the table, stood up, pointed at Qu Baoyuan, and roared:

"You've already killed someone innocently, and you show no remorse whatsoever, yet you still try to frame her. You're a beast who's not even human!"

Qu Baoyuan immediately curled up, like a pile of mud melting in the sun, silent and still, with only two tiny, firefly-like lights hiding in his small eyes.

"Tell me the truth!"

He kept his head down, as if talking to himself:

"I followed her for a few days. She didn't go into the supermarket or any stores, and she went home every night. On Saturday night, she drank two bottles of beer and a little bit of baijiu at a street stall. In the middle of the night, I climbed from the fifth floor to the sixth floor onto the balcony. She was sleeping in the south room. I don't know what I was thinking, but I took a hammer and smashed her to death, right in the face. I didn't stay for more than three hours, and for some reason, I didn't want to leave. I wiped the blood off her body. Her family was really damn poor; they didn't have anything nice to display. I found two rotten apples and a tomato, stuck the beer bottle in the bottom of her clothes, gave her four clubs, and gave me four hearts..."

Why was a beer bottle inserted into the victim's genitals?

Qu Baoyuan shook his head and remained silent.

Why did you give her four clubs and keep four hearts for yourself?

Qu Baoyuan was panting heavily and didn't say anything.

"Why were there three last time? Why are there four this time?"

Qu Baoyuan looked smug.