pjbooks Chapter 29 Diary
Chapter 29 Diary
"Officer Gu, Zhenhua might really have killed someone!"
Liu Yanni's words lingered in Gu Huai's mind for a long time.
Did Zhang Zhenhua kill someone?
This was something he had never imagined.
If what Liu Yanni said is true, and Zhang Zhenhua is a deeply hidden murderer, then the matter becomes complicated.
Thinking in the worst-case scenario, all his previous speculations would be overturned by this sudden clue.
"You just said your husband killed someone." Now that things had come to this, Gu Huai suppressed the shock in his heart and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you say that? What's your evidence?"
"Yes." Liu Yanni sobbed as she reached under the sheets.
After rummaging around for a while, he finally pulled out a crumpled notebook. "This... I found it when I was sorting through Zhenhua's belongings. It... it describes how he committed the murder."
Ling Yue frowned slightly, trying to soften her tone: "Yan Ni, why didn't you take this out sooner? Even if Zhenhua made a mistake, it wouldn't involve you."
"I dare not... I dare not!" Liu Yanni covered her face, crying and trembling all over. "The things in here... I dare not show them to you. What Zhenhua did was too... too disgusting."
A murder diary? A psychopath?
Knowing this might be an important clue, Gu Huai took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, and took the diary from Liu Yanni with a lot of questions in his mind, and started to look through it.
March 19, 1991, rain
She called again, so annoying.
Why shout when the rain is so loud? Who are you shouting for?
I told her to shut up, but she bit my hand instead.
Tighten her for a while, and then do it when she softens.
Her eyes remained fixed on me, refusing to close even in death.
I like this look in their eyes—hating me, fearing me, wanting to kill me.
I've decided that I'll take my time when I cut it later; it won't look good if I rush it.
The sound of scissors tearing open the skin and flesh from the navel downwards is like tearing cloth.
She's still twitching, it's so funny.
It was taken out; it was warm, and it bounced when you held it in your hand.
We're running out of formaldehyde; I'll have to buy some tomorrow.
It's raining heavily tonight, no one will come.
Next time, I'll find another one, preferably on a rainy day.
This is the butcher's diary on a rainy night.
After reading this, Gu Huai immediately made a judgment.
He then flipped through the pages.
The rest of the text is almost entirely about the murder process and torture, and the words are nauseating.
March 4, 1992, rain
It rained all day, and she stood at the alley entrance all night.
When I got on the bus, she asked me if I was cold, and I said I wasn't.
She was very talkative, and she mentioned that her son was studying in their hometown.
I told her to stop talking, but she kept going.
She stopped talking halfway through the choking, and her tongue stuck out; it was purple.
Let's try a different approach this time.
Cut her first, then see if she wakes up.
The knife was faster than the scissors; blood splattered onto my sleeve, still warm.
She woke up, her eyes wide open like a fish's.
I told her to watch, and she actually did.
She was still panting after the surgery was finished, her voice like a bellows.
I waited until she was completely still before I started cleaning up.
I brought it back and soaked it, placing it side by side with the one from last year.
She said her son's name is Qiangqiang.
Qiangqiang, your mom is under my bed.
As Gu Huai flipped through the pages, he noticed that several pages of the diary had been torn out.
He frowned and looked up.
Seeing this, Ling Yue asked, "What's wrong, Ah Huai? What's in here...?"
"Sister Ling, you can see for yourself." Gu Huai handed the diary to Ling Yue.
Lingyue is quick at reading, and soon she had a general idea of what was going on.
When she closed the diary, her expression was complicated. She wanted to ask Gu Huai several times, but she swallowed her words because Liu Yanni was there.
Gu Huai hesitated for a while before finally speaking: "Ms. Liu, why do you think this diary belongs to your husband? Have you ever seen him write in a diary?"
"I...I didn't see it..." Liu Yanni shook her head. "But I wasn't married to him yet, how could I have seen it?"
Gu Huai frowned slightly.
Normally, a wife in this situation would first defend her husband, rather than immediately accusing him of being a serial killer.
From this, Gu Huai could deduce that either Liu Yanni had seen something more direct and deadly, or even witnessed Zhang Zhenhua committing the crime.
Or... what is she still hiding?
"Ms. Liu," Gu Huai slowed his pace, but his eyes were serious, "how did you become so certain that your husband is the murderer? Just based on this diary? Or have you seen something else?"
As he spoke, he turned to last year's entry in his diary.
Judging from the timeline, this piece was clearly written after their marriage.
"Think carefully, during that period, did Zhang Zhenhua do anything strange that aroused your suspicion?"
Liu Yanni's expression was somewhat unpleasant. After a long silence, she bit her lip and replied, "I can't be sure... but Zhenhua is often out driving, sometimes not coming home all night. Even when I was pregnant, he said he needed to earn more money, and sometimes he would go out and not come home all night. Those few days... I can't say for sure what he was doing."
Staying out all night? That does seem a bit suspicious.
But then Gu Huai thought about it again and immediately understood what Zhang Zhenhua was doing all night.
When he inquired with Zhang Shengli before, he heard that Zhang Zhenhua had a habit of visiting prostitutes.
He usually works the day shift, and occasionally the night shift; nine times out of ten, he's going to prostitutes.
Moreover, the timing is uncertain, so this alone is not enough to confirm anything.
So Gu Huai shook his head and said, "Ms. Liu, that's not enough. You two have a good relationship. A normal person wouldn't conclude that her husband is a murderer based solely on a diary. You must know something else, don't hide it from me."
As Gu Huai spoke, he became more and more serious, and Liu Yanni's nerves tightened more and more.
Gu Huai knew in his heart that he couldn't be soft-hearted at this time; he had to make her reveal what she was hiding.
He stood up, moved his chair forward, leaned closer to Liu Yanni, stared at her intently, and said, word by word, "Ms. Liu, I hope you will cooperate with the police. This matter is not only related to your husband."
You've seen the contents of the diary. This case is very complex; they've been investigating it in Guangzhou for several years. If you're deliberately concealing information, we'll have to take you back to the police station for further questioning.
Then, it won't be me asking you anymore!
Upon hearing that she was to be taken away, Liu Yanni tensed up completely.
She turned to look at her son, who was sleeping soundly in the cradle. The thought of her son being left without anyone to care for him if she were taken away made her shake violently.
"No, no... I don't want to go to the police station! I'll tell you everything!"
Seeing that she had finally relented, Gu Huai leaned back slightly. "Tell me, Ms. Liu. How did you determine that Zhang Zhenhua is the murderer?"
Liu Yanni closed her eyes and took a long time to recover before she began to speak in a trembling voice.
Here's the thing.