[The World of Lewdness] (Part 1) - A Murder Case

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My name is Xiao Ran, female, 28 years old. After graduating from police academy, I worked as a criminal investigator in the local Public Security Bureau for five years. Last year, I quit
my job to become a full-time housewife, focusing on being a wife and mother. My husband is a successful young man, currently
the vice general manager of a Fortune 500 company, with an annual income of around 400,000 yuan including salary and bonuses. We got married three years ago, and after the marriage,
he kept urging me to quit my job as a criminal investigator, saying that the family didn't need my money, and that job was indeed difficult.
When I was a criminal investigator, I was specifically responsible for a special type of case handled by my team. It was special because
these cases involved a special circle that most people rarely came into contact with; we called this circle the
"sex gang."
On June 20, 2008, at around 1 p.m., the station received a report from a caller who identified himself as
the owner of a nightclub in the city, surnamed Huang. Mr. Huang had gone to see a friend that noon but unexpectedly found
his friend dead at home, and in a bizarre manner. He said he was terrified and asked us to come immediately.
He then gave us an address.
Old Li, who answered the phone, wrote down the address and then asked if he could be more specific, such as
what the unusual manner of death was.
He seemed impatient and said, "You guys should come and take a look; you'll know once you see it." He then
hung up.
After hanging up, Old Li sighed and said to me, who was sitting next to him, "Xiao Xiao, another death."
I asked, "What happened?"
Old Li repeated what the caller had said, frowning when he mentioned "unusual manner of death," and asked me,
"Xiao Xiao, what do you think?"
I thought for a moment, feeling the information was insufficient, and asked in return, "What do you think?"
Old Li said, "How should I know? Let's go take a look."
We made arrangements with a few other colleagues, then left the police station
and drove to the crime scene based on the address provided by the caller. When we arrived at the address, we realized it was a wealthy residential area in the city;
someone who could be friends with a nightclub owner must be no ordinary person.
Mr. Huang was waiting for us at the entrance of the residential area. Old Li and I got out of the car, and Mr. Huang rushed over,
grabbing Old Li's hand like a lifeline, excitedly saying, "Officers, you've finally come! I'm easily scared, I
almost died of fright just now, my heart is still pounding, you can hear it, thump...thump...it scared me to death, to
have this happen..."
Mr. Huang seemed a little out of his mind, like a chatterbox. I sized him up; he was a very ordinary
middle-aged man, about 1.7 meters tall, with dark skin and a slight bald spot. Today he was wearing a
plaid shirt, casual pants, and sneakers, with black-rimmed glasses. I couldn't tell his outfit was anything special;
it was the kind of outfit that would make him blend into the crowd.
Old Li asked him, "Was it you who reported the incident?"
Boss Huang replied, "Yes, it was me."
"Then take us to the scene."
Boss Huang let go of my hand and said, "Yes, yes."
He walked ahead, and Old Li and I followed behind. The community consisted of villas, each
with a small fenced yard in front. The yards had no gates, only an arched threshold in the center. Most yards
were planted with flowers and plants, and a few had vegetables. Tsk tsk, rich people actually grow their own vegetables?
Boss Huang's friend's house wasn't far from the community entrance; it was just a couple of turns away. By this time, quite a
few people had gathered in front of the gate, chattering away like a flock of startled sparrows. Upon seeing Old Li and me, the crowd automatically
parted to make way, each person looking at us with complicated expressions. These must all be residents of the community,
meaning they were a group of wealthy people. From my experience with wealthy people during previous cases, they often believe that money
puts them above the law, and that anything can be settled with money. However, when their lives and property are harmed
, they all demand justice from the law because they are rich, and therefore their lives are more valuable
and worthy of legal protection.
Old Li and I followed Boss Huang into the villa. "That's the room," Boss Huang pointed to the left after we entered.
We looked in the direction he pointed and saw a bedroom. The door was wide open, revealing half a bed and
two men's legs on it, covered in long hair. These legs couldn't belong to a woman. I'm a woman, and
I always shave my leg hair clean.
Boss Huang said, "You guys go in, I'll wait outside."
I never expected a nightclub owner to be so cowardly; I really don't understand how he runs his business. Old Li didn't
insist, put on gloves, and went straight into the room. I picked up the camera hanging around my neck and followed Old Li inside
.
In the center of the room was a double bed, and the deceased was lying on it. I only now understand why Boss Huang described the peculiar manner of death
. Beforehand, I had some horrifying ideas, such as dismemberment or disembowelment, and given
Boss Huang's displayed fear, I assumed the scene would be bloody and gruesome. However, upon entering
, I discovered it was nothing like what I imagined.
The deceased was a middle-aged man, lying naked on the bed, with no obvious injuries. His legs were curled up,
his hands gripping the sheets tightly, and his toes were turned inwards. The deceased's face displayed
an expression of extreme arousal, which could indeed be described as peculiar. However, the peculiarity didn't stop there.
Most striking was the deceased's penis, over 15 centimeters long, lying
between his legs like a dead snake. The sheet beneath was soaked with semen, with a small portion near the urethral opening where the semen was
thin and transparent like water.
"Death from exhaustion!" I blurted out.
Old Li stared at the semen for a while, then turned to me and said, "Most likely, in other words,
this guy died from pleasure."
I nodded; no wonder he had that expression on his face even as he died.
Just as Old Li and I were exchanging our opinions, police sirens sounded outside. It was our
colleagues who had arrived to secure the scene. Soon after, Old Li's apprentice, Da Lin, and several other detectives entered the room and, after observing the area, reached
the same conclusion as us.
Old Li said, "It's too early to draw conclusions now. I'll collect some semen and hair/dander samples to analyze later
, and then we'll have to wait for the forensic report."
Old Li collected the samples, I took photos, and Da Lin and the others were busy setting up the police cordon. After working for half a day, the biggest
find was that Old Li discovered a woman's pubic hair in the semen. This pubic hair was thin, straight, soft, and shiny
, while the deceased Yang Dawei's pubic hair was curly as if it had been permed.
After we finished and came out of the room, Boss Huang was sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking. Seeing us come out, he quickly stubbed out
his cigarette and came over, asking, "How was it, officer? Do you need any help?"
Old Li asked him, "Did you touch the crime scene?"
Boss Huang said, "Absolutely not. I was so scared I ran away as fast as I could; I didn't even touch the person."
Old Li asked, "What about the other items in the house?" Boss
Huang said, "None of them either."
I said, "How do you know the person is dead if you didn't touch them?"
"I say, sister," Boss Huang said with a hint of sarcasm, "Do living people do that?"
I noticed that Boss Huang was always very respectful to Old Li, but somewhat disdainful of me.
Old Li then asked him, "What friend was the deceased to you? What was his name?
" "What friend?" Boss Huang thought for a moment and said, "He wasn't much of a friend, we just often played cards together
. His name was Yang Dawei, and he was a private business owner."
"What about his family?" Old Li asked.
"He has no family?"
I exclaimed. Boss Huang repeated, "He really has no family."
Old Li didn't ask any further questions, only telling Boss Huang to wait a little longer while he and I went to check other rooms
.
Boss Huang said with difficulty, "I have a lot of things to deal with at the nightclub. If it's not possible, let me go back first
."
Old Li said, "If you have something to do, why are you out playing cards?" Boss Huang was speechless.
Old Li and I walked around the villa, checking every room upstairs and downstairs, but we didn't find any useful clues
. Finally, Old Li brought out a large bunch of keys from beside the deceased's bed and asked Boss Huang to lead us to the garage to take a look. The garage
, like a backhole for the building, was behind the villa. A white BMW 735 was parked there.
Old Li collected some more samples in the car, then said to me, "Let's go back to the station."
"What about me?" Boss Huang asked .
Old Li walked out of the garage without turning back, and said to Boss Huang, who was standing inside, "Come with us."
This time, we walked in front, and Boss Huang reluctantly followed us. We left the residential area, got into the car, and
drove towards the police station.
On the way, I asked Old Li, "Do you think this was murder or an accident?"
"Hard to say," Old Li said, looking at the road ahead with a serious expression.
When we arrived at the police station, Boss Huang was still on the phone in the back. He had made several calls along the way;
this one seemed to be to the nightclub manager about purchasing sound equipment. Old Li and I got out of
the car first, and Boss Huang, still holding the phone, followed. After he hung up, Old Li chuckled and said, "Looks
like Boss Huang is a very busy man."
Boss Huang put away the phone and smiled wryly, "I can't help it, you know, how can the place function without me?"
I thought to myself, come on, does he really think the world won't turn without you?
We went into the police station. Old Li handed the samples to the technical department for analysis. I led Boss Huang into the team's office
, then moved a chair for him to sit down. After Old Li returned, I sat opposite Boss Huang. Old Li asked questions, and
I took notes.
Boss Huang sat very uncomfortable in the chair. "I feel like I'm interrogating a criminal."
Old Li smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, we're just getting to the bottom of things."
Then Old Li began asking questions. The first question was also the one that puzzled me: How come Yang Dawei has no
family? Boss Huang said, "He just doesn't have any family.
His parents died early, and his wife divorced him a few years ago. The divorce
was quite messy before."
"Does he have any children? What about other relatives, like aunts, uncles, or cousins?" Old Li continued.
Mr. Huang shook his head and said, "As far as I know, none at all."
"You know quite a lot, don't seem like just a card player," I interjected, putting down my pen.
Mr. Huang glanced at me and said, "That's what he said while playing cards; he's destined to have no children."
Mr. Huang's expression annoyed me; from the beginning, he didn't take me seriously. Then, without thinking, I
blurted out a ridiculous question: "Does he have a mistress?"
Yang Dawei was divorced, so theoretically, the concept of a mistress didn't exist. However, for a wealthy
middle-aged man like him, keeping a mistress was perfectly normal. So, without thinking, I blurted
out the word. Actually, I meant to ask if there were any women with whom Yang Dawei had ambiguous relationships, whether before
or after the divorce. Before the divorce, they could be called mistresses; after the divorce, they should be called girlfriends. Legally, they're girlfriends
; illegally, they're lovers, like married women or prostitutes.
"How would I know?" Mr. Huang replied irritably.
Old Li gave me a surprised look, and I felt like an idiot myself, so I quickly picked up my pen and continued taking notes.
Old Li then turned to Boss Huang and said, "If you know, just say it. Everyone and every clue is important now."
Boss Huang seemed very aggrieved and said in a stronger tone, "I really don't know."
"Alright then." Old Li changed the subject and asked, "When was the last time you saw the deceased?"
"Last night," Boss Huang said, "We were playing cards at the nightclub last night. Dawei lost a lot, and he wasn't
satisfied, so he challenged us to another game tonight. When I went to find him at noon today, I found him dead at home."
"What time was noon? Who else was there?"
"Around one o'clock, when I called you. The others included Taozi... oh, Yangtao,"
Boss Huang paused and said, "and Wang Xiaoran, we often hang out together."
"Those are both women, right?" I asked.
"Yes, why?"
Old Li asked, "Can you contact them?"
Boss Huang said, "Why not? They're all from my nightclub."
The four of them were playing cards: a private business owner, a nightclub owner, and two nightclub girls.
This Yang Dawei was clearly trying to get benefits at the card table, so it would be strange if he didn't lose. And he wasn't satisfied with losing once;
he even made an appointment to play again today. I think it was to play again in bed. Now look what happened, he's exhausted and died. Well, at least he died a
worthy death.
Old Li then asked, "Where did you go after playing cards?"
Boss Huang said, "Everyone went home. It's almost 1 a.m. Yang Tao and Wang Xiaoran both rent apartments."
Old Li said, "Then have them come over."
"No problem." Boss Huang picked up his bag and took out his phone. At this moment, I suddenly thought of two suspicious points. I asked him,
"You agreed to play cards tonight, why did you go to see him at noon?"
Boss Huang took out his phone without looking up and said, "I'm treating him to dinner. Didn't I win yesterday?"
"Inviting him to dinner is enough with a phone call. Is it necessary to go to his house?"
"His phone is off." Boss Huang said while flipping through numbers, "Anyway, it's not far."
"Do you go to his house often?"
"I've been twice."
"Was the door unlocked?"
"No."
Old Li and I exchanged glances. This was very suspicious. In addition, I increasingly felt that the relationship between Boss Huang and Yang Dawei
was not so simple.
Boss Huang dialed a number and immediately said, "Tao!" It seemed that this was a call to Yang Tao. Boss Huang
explained the situation to Yang Tao, asking her to come to the police station. After hanging up, he called Wang Xiaoran.
Talking to Wang Xiaoran felt noticeably less intimate than talking to Yang Tao. After making two calls, Boss Huang asked, "
Can I go now?"
Old Li waved his hand at him, "Don't rush, there are still a few questions."
Boss Huang muttered, "That's all I know."
"Then tell me why the door wasn't locked?" Old Li asked him.
"Right, I was wondering about that too." Speaking of this, Boss Huang suddenly became interested, "When I went there,
the door was ajar, and it opened with a push. To be honest, I had a feeling something was wrong, and I was on edge
the whole time. When I found out someone was dead, the tension snapped. Otherwise, why would I be so scared? I'm not usually a timid person, I've
seen all sorts of things running a nightclub. A few days ago, there was a fight at the door..."
He started rambling again, and I interrupted him in time, asking, "Did you notice anything unusual after you went inside?"
"Abnormal?" Boss Huang was displeased. "Isn't a dead person abnormal?"
"Others," Old Li asked.
Boss Huang raised his chin and thought for a moment, then said, "No, as soon as I entered, I saw Dawei lying on the bed,
so I went straight to that bedroom. I called him, but he didn't answer. Who knew he was dead?"
"So that means the bedroom door was open too?"
"Ah. Just like you saw. By the way," Boss Huang seemed to remember something important,
he said, "When I entered, I thought I heard Dawei turn over, so until I saw his face, I kept telling
myself he was sleeping." He paused, then added, "Dawei had a habit of sleeping naked."
"Dead people can turn over?" I muttered to myself, finding it unbelievable.
Old Li asked, "Are you sure?" It was clear he was also interested in Boss Huang's discovery.
Boss Huang thought carefully for a moment and said, "To be precise, it was the sound of the bed creaking twice. I thought I was
too nervous and misheard at first, but now that I think about it, the sound, though not loud, was quite real."
Old Li and I exchanged a glance, both realizing this clue was important. We stood up knowingly,
and Old Li said to Boss Huang, "Sit here for a while. There are disposable paper cups over there; help yourself to your water."
We left the office, and as we were leaving, Old Li asked Boss Huang, "Did the deceased drive yesterday?"
Boss Huang said, "Yes."
We found a desk outside, and after sitting down, Old Li asked me, "Tell me, what do you think? I'm referring to
the sound of the bed creaking."
"If he didn't mishear..." I hesitated for a moment, then said, word by word, "There was
someone in the room." After saying that, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Old Li smiled, "Couldn't it be a mouse?"
"Where would a mouse come from in a grand mansion?"
"Don't forget the door was open."
"A mouse wouldn't make the bed creak," I said.
Old Li chuckled. "Let's analyze this systematically now and see what conclusions we can draw, and then decide how to proceed
."
He thought for a moment, then said, "Last night, or rather, early this morning, the deceased drove home after playing cards
... As for whether he went home or not, and whether he brought anyone with him, we can check the security footage from the community security guards."
I wrote it down in my notebook: security guards, video recording.
Recalling the scene of the investigation and evidence collection that afternoon, Old Li said regretfully, "Why didn't the deceased have a security camera in his house?"
I said, "That's indeed unusual."
Old Li continued, "Around 1 p.m. today, Boss Huang went to the deceased's house to find him. The villa's front door
was ajar. Boss Huang pushed the door open and entered, heard the bed creaking in the bedroom, and saw the deceased lying on the bed. Let's assume
there were other people in the house..."
Old Li suddenly stopped talking, lowered his head, and fell into deep thought. I put down my pen and looked at him.
After a moment, he looked up at me and said, "Assuming someone was in the house, the most reasonable explanation is that
when Boss Huang entered the villa, this person crawled under the bed and made a noise in their haste. He (or she) was afraid of
being discovered, which also means that he (or she) is inextricably linked to the deceased's death. But since they were afraid of being discovered..." Old
Li frowned, "Then why were all the doors open?"
After listening to Old Li's analysis, I also felt puzzled. I said, "There's only one possibility." "
What possibility?" Old Li asked eagerly.
"Boss Huang is lying."
Old Li smiled, unconvinced.
I said, "Didn't you notice that Boss Huang wasn't telling the truth?"
"What do you mean?" Old Li asked.
"His relationship with the deceased was definitely more than just that of ordinary card-playing buddies. He even knew the deceased liked to sleep naked,"
Old Li said. "I had a feeling that the two of them not only played cards together, but they might also have had sex together, drank together, and played with
women together. In addition, the deceased was likely a major client of Boss Huang, but that's all. There was a dirty
relationship between them that I can't say outright, but I
don't think it's very relevant to this case." "Why?" I asked, unconvinced.
Old Li pointed to his head and said, "Intuition
." "Nonsense," I said angrily, turning my gaze away from him. Old Li ignored me and continued to analyze the case.
"If Boss Huang is telling the truth," Old Li glanced at me furtively and continued, "I mean, if,
and I don't think he's lying. Going further, when Boss Huang entered the bedroom and found the deceased, he was so frightened that
he turned and ran away without noticing anything unusual..."
I couldn't help but laugh as I imagined Boss Huang's panicked escape.
"After he came out, he immediately called the police, and then... wait!" Old Li suddenly stood up and walked to
the office door, asking Boss Huang, who was sitting inside, "Where did you make the call?" "
At the entrance of the residential area. I ran all the way there, made the call, and waited for you there."
"Didn't you go back to check?"
"How could I dare?"
Old Li said "Oh," and seemed very disappointed when he returned. He said, "The people inside must have
run away while Boss Huang was waiting for us."
I asked, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
"We had no choice but to take the risk. It's better than hiding inside and waiting for the police. Besides, in such a high-end community, very
few people usually walk around. You see, the villas are all next to each other, but a large part of them are actually ghost towns. Some were
bought by investors for appreciation, and some are the residences of the rich and powerful. Sigh!" Old Li sighed, "It's all because
Boss Huang is too cowardly."
"So what do we do next?" I asked.
"We still need to check the security footage. Ask the security guard if any strangers have come and gone in the last couple of days. If not, then he/she
should live in the community."
Without further ado, Old Li finished speaking and called Da Lin, who was at the scene, asking him to check with the security guard
. Da Lin said, "I'll be right there."
Old Li said, "Wait, first check under the deceased's bed for anything unusual."
Da Lin responded and began checking. Old Li, holding the phone, waited intently for the results.
A moment later, Da Lin replied, "It seems someone has been under the bed; there are traces of dust."
Old Li breathed a sigh of relief and said, "See if we can collect some hair or clothing samples."
"Okay, I'll take a look and get back to you in a bit."
Old Li hung up the phone, and I asked, "Any leads?"
Old Li scoffed, "This is nothing!"
After he sat down, we continued discussing the case. The progress of the investigation depended on the results from various sources. Also,
two important witnesses were still missing, so I discussed the cause of death with Old Li.
"Do you think it's like dying from exhaustion?" I asked. "Is there really such a way to die?"
Old Li said confidently, "Yes."
"The human body has its own protective mechanisms; how could you possibly ejaculate all your semen? You're a man, you understand." After saying that
, I suddenly had a thought, "Could it be drugs?"
"I'm not sure if it's drugs; we'll have to see what the forensic doctor says." At this point, Old Li changed the subject and asked me,
"Xiao Xiao, have you ever heard of the Rouge Treasure Cave?"
"Rouge Treasure Cave?" I had a vague impression. I said, "It seems to be from a Peking Opera."
Old Li waved his hand, "No! No! No! The 'cave' in 'acupoint,' it refers to yours." As he spoke, he glanced at my
genitals, and I subconsciously squeezed my legs together.
I said, "No, what is the Rouge Treasure Cave?"
Old Li narrowed his eyes, adopting a scholarly air, and said slowly, "Don't rush, let me explain! The Rouge
Treasure Cave, in the martial arts world, is also called the 'Man's Pit'..."
From Old Li's explanation onwards, the door to the "world of lust" opened before me...

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