Seeing that he had accidentally killed someone, Lin Shuren panicked. He hadn't thought he would strike so hard—so hard that he killed a rather delicate and slender young woman. This woman, who had been graceful and lovely in every way, was truly a pity to lose!
However, this terribly wrong decision had happened so suddenly and unintentionally. He knew there was no turning back. The mistake was so grave he could hardly accept it himself. His heart was filled with self-reproach for committing such a deranged and inhuman act; it was an offense against heaven's principles.
He paced back and forth in a state of mental chaos, muttering incessantly under his breath. He didn't know what he wanted to do anymore; everything had just happened too fast.
After pacing for quite some time, his thoughts remained tangled and disordered. Once again, he began to mumble, "I didn't kill her. I didn't kill her. You brought this on yourself. It has nothing to do with me. You deserved it. You deserved it."
After saying this, he suddenly started giggling foolishly, pounding his chest and stamping his feet in agitation. It was as if he owned the entire stage, soliloquizing, directing, and scripting his own drama: "It was all your fault. You got what you deserved. If it weren't for you, how could I have killed you by mistake? You deserved it. You deserved it."
Just then, heavy rain began to fall from the sky. The downpour jolted him awake. He glanced around, thinking that letting things continue like this was no solution—he had to bury the girl's body, or he'd be finished.
His eyes darted around as a plan formed in his mind. Immediately, he mustered all his strength to drag the girl's corpse, lying on the ground, and hide it to the side. After looking around once more, he ran back to the taxi. Trembling, he started the engine, urgently stepped on the gas, and sped towards the city center of Tsuen Wan.
By the time he reached the city center, it was past 9 p.m. The streets were beginning to thin out, no longer bustling with the earlier crowds.
Driving the taxi, he looked around intently. Soon enough, he spotted a shop specializing in selling suitcases. Without a second thought, he slammed on the brakes, bringing the taxi to an abrupt stop. He got out, forcefully shut the car door with a "bang," and rushed into the shop, urgently asking, "Do you have large suitcases? The biggest one. Hurry."
Seeing his haste, the shop assistant said, "We have many suitcases for you to choose from. What style are you looking for?"
Lin Shuren glanced casually at the suitcases and said anxiously, "It doesn't matter. The most important thing is that it's big enough."
Then, pointing randomly, he said, "This one."
"Ah, this one? That'll be five hundred and sixty dollars."
Upon hearing this, Lin Shuren took out a thousand-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over, saying, "Keep the change."
With that, he hurriedly grabbed the suitcase and left.
The shop assistant, seeing him in such a rush, shook his head and sighed, then let it be.
He drove the taxi hastily back to the hiding spot on Tai Mo Shan. It was now past 10 p.m. The sky was still pouring rain, and the surroundings were quiet and deserted.
As soon as he got out of the car, he took out the newly purchased suitcase and ran to the corpse. He unzipped it, opened the suitcase, then picked up the body and, flustered, forced it into the case. After struggling to zip it shut again, he dragged the suitcase unsteadily back to the taxi. Opening the trunk, he exerted all his strength to lift the suitcase inside, quickly slammed the trunk shut with a "bang," and immediately drove away in a hurry.
At that moment, coincidentally, a phone on the ground at the hiding spot began to ring. The caller ID showed "Mom"—it was the deceased's mother calling.
Within this hour, her mother had tried calling her multiple times but couldn't get through. Worried something had happened, she kept calling, determined to reach her.
Lin Shuren drove the taxi back to his residence. He lived alone in a small public housing flat. As it was nearly 11 p.m., foot traffic in the area was relatively low.
With great difficulty, he pushed the suitcase into the elevator, pressed the button for the 15th floor, and waited coldly as the doors closed and the floor indicator numbers rose steadily.
Soon, a "ding" sounded—the elevator had reached the 15th floor. As the doors opened, someone outside was about to step in. Seeing Lin Shuren pushing a suitcase out, the person politely let him go first. Although the person pushing the suitcase seemed somewhat cold and odd, they didn't pay it much mind and entered the elevator.
Lin Shuren pulled the suitcase to his apartment door, glanced around sneakily to the left and right, then took out his keys, opened the door, pushed the suitcase inside, slammed the door shut forcefully, glanced around once more, gave a sinister chuckle, and left the residence.
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Deceased: Wong Hiu Man, 22 years old, residing at Tsuen King Garden, Tsuen Wan.
Since the deceased's mother couldn't find her and couldn't reach her by phone, she was worried something had happened and called the police for help.
The officer who answered the call, knowing her daughter hadn't returned yet, comforted her: "Madam, don't worry. From what you said, your daughter contacted you by phone around 6:30 this evening. Given the time, it hasn't exceeded the reasonable period for filing a report. Our police regulations require waiting twenty-four hours before initiating a missing persons investigation. Madam, how about this: if your daughter still hasn't returned later, you can call the 999 emergency center again to provide details." With that, the other party hung up.
Returning to Lin Shuren: after pushing the corpse into his apartment, to minimize evidence, he promptly returned the taxi to the rental company, then took another taxi back to his residence.
Before returning, he bought a bowl of wonton noodles from a noodle stall downstairs. Back home, he sat down calmly, eating the wonton noodles while staring fixedly at the suitcase in front of him. He ate with great relish. At this time, blood-tinged fluid began to seep from the suitcase's zipper.
Bewilderment signifies the loss of human will, and delusion can destroy the human spirit. Once a person's will becomes bewildered, their mind is prone to go dangerously astray.
After his meal, Lin Shuren began processing the corpse. He opened the suitcase and dumped out the girl's body. As the body rolled out, a large amount of bloody fluid poured from the case, instantly staining the floor crimson.
First, he retrieved a sharp handsaw from a storage cabinet. Then, meticulously, he sawed the corpse into sections—the head, the hands, and the feet. When sawing through bone, the grating sound of the saw teeth against bone could be heard intermittently, utterly horrifying and hair-raising. His methods were cruel, his expression cold-blooded, making one's hair stand on end. A sinister smile still occasionally played on his lips.
Several hours of dismemberment had passed, leaving him drenched in sweat. Within those hours, the young woman's limbs had been sawed apart by this deranged, cold-blooded butcher, leaving her body incomplete. Head, hands, and feet were separated from the torso, the floor covered in blood—a scene too gruesome to behold.
Afterwards, this cold-blooded butcher even became self-indulgently engrossed, raising his hands high and twisting his waist, fantasizing that he was dancing gracefully with the corpse, their souls merging, their faces becoming one.
Finally, he personally wrapped the dismembered remains—including the head, hands, feet, and torso—in several black plastic bags and discarded them in the refuse room.