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I left a letter on the table in the living room, detailing how Zhu Wenbin had treated me over the years and explaining why I had done what I did. Then, I quietly left.
I didn’t return to Jiangsu; instead, I went to a neighboring city. I knew the police would soon come for me, but I had no intention of fleeing. After killing Zhu Wenbin and his family, I felt a strange sense of calm, as if I had finally laid a burden to rest.
Three days later, I was arrested by the police in a small hotel. I did not resist; I obediently extended my hands for them to cuff me.
"Zhu Jingsi, do you know what crime you have committed?" the officer asked me.
"I know," I replied calmly. "I killed my son’s entire family."
"Do you regret it?"
I paused for a moment before shaking my head. "No, I don’t regret it."
The officer looked at me in disbelief. "You don’t regret killing your own grandson?"
"They died peacefully," I said. "Compared to living in a world without parents or becoming just like their father, this might be a relief for them."
I knew my thoughts were insane, but in that moment, it was truly how I felt.
On June 8, 2013, I appeared in court at the Huainan Intermediate People's Court. The courtroom was filled with people—neighbors from the village, journalists, and some unfamiliar faces. They all looked at me with strange expressions, as if I were a monster.
Perhaps I had indeed become one.
The judge asked me why I had committed murder, and I recounted the events leading up to it. When I described how Zhu Wenbin had chased me with a knife, someone in the courtroom quietly sobbed; I didn’t know who it was.
"Defendant Zhu Jingsi, do you understand the consequences of your actions?" the judge asked sternly.
"I understand," I nodded. "I will be sentenced to death."
"Then why are you still doing this?"
"Because," my voice trembled, "I have no other choice. I spent my whole life raising him, providing him with a home, and yet he treats me like this... My dignity, my heart, have long been trampled."
The courtroom fell silent.
"Zhu Jingsi, do you have anything else to say?" the judge finally asked me.
I glanced around the courtroom and saw my old partner standing in the corner.
She had lost so much weight, and the wrinkles on her face had deepened significantly.
"I want to say sorry to my partner," I choked out. "I know that when I leave, you will be all alone. But I just can't bear this any longer..."
My partner trembled, tears streaming down her face.
On March 4, 2014, I was sentenced to death.
The night before my execution, I lay on the bed in my cell, reflecting on my life.
I had gone from an ordinary farmer to a murderer, and soon I would become a cold corpse. Whose fault was it all?
Was it Zhu Wenbin's fault for being unfilial, for valuing money over people?
Was it my fault for not raising my son properly, for letting myself be driven to extremes in a moment of despair?
Or was it the fault of this world, which has made relationships so cold that even the bond between father and son pales in comparison to the value of a house?
I didn't know the answer.
All I knew was that when the sun rose tomorrow, I would leave this world, and in killing Zhu Wenbin's family, I had also killed myself.
Because at the moment I took their lives, the part of me named "Zhu Jingsi," the honest father who loved his son dearly, had already died.
What remained was just an empty shell.
In my despair, I suddenly recalled a provision from the Civil Code: if a beneficiary fails to fulfill their duty of support towards the donor, the donor can revoke the gift.
If I had chosen to resolve this through legal means instead of acting impulsively...
Perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided.
But unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
I am Zhu Jingsi, a father driven to madness by my son, and also a murderer who has killed my own flesh and blood.
I killed Zhu Wenbin, and I also killed myself.
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