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    Hello kitty murders


    just would like to share of piece of gruesome news although it is not a pleasant one... as this is a case from hong kong and suicide forum is rather international i hope no racist comments would be passed just comments on this case would be good... i have also included the websites at the bottom of the page if one would like to read more about this case

    The Hello Kitty Murder
    Words by Tom Hilditch
    Detectives were skeptical when a pretty 14-year-old girl turned up
    at a Tsim Sha Tsui police station in May 1999 saying she was being
    haunted by the ghost of a woman she had helped torture, kill and
    butcher a year earlier. But when they followed up her claims and
    visited a third-floor apartment in Hong Kong’s shoppers’ paradise,
    Granville Road, they uncovered what many police and lawyers consider
    Hong Kong’s most sordid and revolting crime in almost a decade. A story
    that reveals a Hong Kong most people would not recognise – a gangster
    world of money, sex and drugs. A brutal city, without moral order,
    watched over by a super-cute cat with no mouth that agrees with
    everything you do.
    Melody (name changed) had just turned 13 years old when decided
    she’d had enough of her childhood. She loathed her slum estate home,
    hated her bossy elder brothers and argued constantly with her parents.
    Just before Lunar New Year in 1998, she ran away. Later she would tell
    police that she found herself “sitting in a daze in a cheap restaurant,
    praying that someone would come along and change my luck”. The
    18-year-old who sat down at her table certainly did that. Later a Hong
    Kong court would hear their meeting was: “the most disastrous
    conjunction of two human beings imaginable”. He wore a fake black
    Armani suit, gold neck chain, gold ID bracelet. “Hello,” he said. “My
    name is Leung Wai-lun, but my nickname is Gangster.” Melody was
    Why not? Triads are cool; they’ve got money, connections and power.
    The average Hong Kong movie is a 90-minute advert for gangster chic.
    Melody and Gangster became lovers that night. Over the next year,
    visiting her parents only occasionally and school hardly at all,
    13-year-old Melody embraced a neon and plastic world of love hotels,
    nightclubs and karaoke bars with names like Big Spender, Golden Boss
    and Silver Turbo Dragon. One night, in the Big Echo Karaoke bar,
    Gangster introduced Melody to his triad “Big Brother”, Chan Man-lok.
    Chan was a ruthless 34-year-old pimp, loan shark and drug dealer. He
    said: “You must come and stay at my place.”

    Chan’s place – a seven-room apartment above Kowloon’s famous
    shopping street, Granville Road – was perfect. It contained everything
    you ever needed to block out reality; cable TV, video games,
    Playstation, Hollywood movies, Hong Kong movies, sex movies and lots
    and lots of drugs. It had Hello Kitty curtains, Hello Kitty bed-sheets,
    Hello Kitty kitchenware and Hello Kitty dolls. Chan used it as an
    operations center for loan-sharking, pimping, pirate porn and drugs –
    mostly ice (Metamphetamine), lots and lots of ice. And to understand
    Chan, to understand what happened in that apartment, you have to
    understand a little about ice.
    Ice doesn’t blow your mind, it dissolves it. According for former
    users, when you smoke the drug, you do not feel much of the
    disorientating rush of other narcotics such as heroin, ecstasy or
    cocaine. The first effects are subtle. Energy levels rise. Body
    strength increases. Conversation flows. Before long, you feel more than
    sober. You feel razor sharp, super-strong, indomitable. You are a king.
    And you are deluded. You body temperature, heart beat and blood
    pressure have risen to extreme levels. If the room seems brighter and
    your vision seems more intense it is because you pupils are dilated and
    your nervous system is speeding up. If you feel impervious to pain it
    is because the drug soaks your brain with the “feel-good chemicals”,
    dopamine and serotonin. You are becoming dangerously unbalanced. One
    user quoted in a Hong Kong Government report on the effects of
    metamphetamine said: “When I’m iced, all the normal rules of society
    slip away. Everything is so simple. I just want sex and violence and I
    don’t care how I get it. I’m a Playstation super-hero and the world is
    my video game.” Welcome to Chan’s house.
    For their 23-year-old victim, Fan Man-yee, known as Ah Map, the real
    world was also a place to avoid. Abandoned as a child, Ah Map was
    raised at Ma Tau Wai girls’ home. By her mid-teens she had settled into
    a life of petty crime, prostitution and drug addiction. Most of her
    relationships were with her triad clients and invariably their chief
    components were sex, money, power and violence. Her “husband” was also
    a drug addict. They met while she was working as a dancer in the
    Empress Karaoke nightclub in May 1996 and gave birth to a son two years
    later. Neighbours at their Kwai Chung home complained to reporters of
    being kept awake by the sound of domestic violence.
    Ah Map met the man who would preside over her torture, death and
    dismemberment in 1997 while she was working as a prostitute in
    inappropriately named Romance Villa, a Kowloon brothel. Chan was a
    regular client, and the pair often indulged in long sex and ice binges
    together. But when Ah Map stole Chan’s wallet, containing $4,000, she
    made a mistake that would cost her life. And although Ah Map paid Chan
    back the $4,000 plus another $10,000, the loan shark, as loan shark’s
    do, demanded a further $16,000 “interest”.
    On March 17, 1999, Chan ordered his two accomplices Leung Shing-cho
    and Gangster to abduct Ah Map from her home. The plan was to hold Fan
    at the Granville Road apartment and put her to work as a prostitute and
    take all her earnings until her ever-increasing debt was paid. But the
    plan had a fatal flaw. A disfigured, battered and bruised prostitute
    does not attract customers. And for the three triads living in the
    apartment, high on “ice”, torturing Ah Map was just too much fun.
    Thirteen year old, Melody told the court: “They beat her all the time .
    . . They beat her when they were bored. They beat her for laughs.”
    From time to time the 14-year-old would join in. Despite saying she
    liked Ah Map and got on well with her, she recounted in court how she
    burnt and hit her with the others. Why did she do it? “Well,” she told
    the court, her face blank, her voice flat and devoid of emotion, “I did
    it for fun. Just to see what it was like to hurt someone.” Sometimes
    her tormentors would make Ah Map laugh out loud and pretend to be happy
    while she was being beaten. “It was a game they played,” said Melody.
    “If she didn’t pretend to be happy they would beat her harder. They
    told her to laugh and smile while they burnt her. It was a fun
    The apartment’s kitchen became a torturer’s arsenal. Between them
    they found a use for almost every appliance and condiment. They set
    drinking straws alight, held down Fan and dripped melted plastic on the
    soles of her feet until her skin blistered and oozed pus. When they
    tired of that they lit her feet directly, then beat them with a stick.
    Chilli oil was poured on her wounds, oyster sauce thrown on her face.
    She was made to drink oil. She was beaten with water pipes. She was
    beaten with metal bars. Often the men would piss on her face or into
    her mouth, beating her when she failed to swallow their urine. On
    another occasion, “for a laugh”, the 13-year-old girl shitted in a
    shoebox and the men made Ah Map eat it.
    Sometimes, when there was nothing on the telly, they would string up
    Ah with electrical wire, hang her from a hook on the ceiling and beat
    her with iron bars. Then, having grown bored, they would leave her
    hanging there overnight. Towards the end of Ah Map’s life she would be
    left to drift in and out of consciousness either on the floor or tied
    up while her tormentors went off to play video games. “She was broken
    and playing with her wasn’t so much fun after that,” said Melody. “But
    we carried on anyway. There wasn’t anything else to do”

    Perhaps the only aspect of this case more disturbing than Melody’s
    testimony is its reportage in Hong Kong’s mass market press. All of the
    newspapers run the story on the front page and all of them show similar
    images. First there is the court issued photo of Ah Map holding a
    child. Her eyes are tired, her face is drawn. She is not sexy. But next
    to the newspapers have other pictures, weirder pictures. These have
    been generated on computer and show a very different victim. Here Ah
    Map is the kind of thin armed, pert-breasted, chiseled-cheeked
    cyber-babe found in any Japanese video game. She has the body of an
    Asian Lara Croft.. Only, here, of course, she is bound with duct tape
    and being subjected to a brutal sadism. The newspaper story says you
    are looking at a representation of a real event. “Girl Eats Shit and
    Drinks Piss” says the banner headline and a computer image beneath it
    shows just that. Yet, really, they might as well be stills from graphic
    Japanese pornography or X-rated manga. This is the most unpleasant
    crime to come to court in many years and yet the pictures seem to
    celebrate it. Clearly Meoldy and her wired triad friends aren’t the
    only ones living a cartoon world.
    Chatting outside the court that morning, the chief prosecutor says:
    “This case has taken my breath away. It is the ugliest and evilest case
    I can remember. It is not just the facts are grim, but the characters
    involved – they seem to be completely without any normal human emotion.”
    I ask him what he thinks happened to the minds of Ah Map’s
    torturers. “I think they went mad without realising it,” he says.
    “Living together in that flat, high on drugs, they started to believe
    their world was normal. They had only themselves against which to
    measure their sense of human decency. Torture became a game for them.
    In their twisted minds it became acceptable.” Later, reading these
    notes back, I wonder if they don’t apply to the whole city.
    One day – after the torture had been going on for almost a month –
    Melody woke up and found Ah Map dead. She had spent the previous couple
    of days on the bathroom floor and, ignored, had passed away overnight.
    They talked about what to do with the body all afternoon but were
    unable to come to a decision. So Ah Map was left on the floor. “In the
    evening we went out to play more video games in a nearby arcade,”
    Melody told the court. “Then we came back and fell asleep.” The corpse
    stayed where it was. The next day Chan, steeled by another “ice” binge,
    gathered his men. “Now she must be destroyed,” he told them. “She will
    go into thin air.” In the gruesome 10-hour operation that followed Ah
    Map’s corpse was lifted into a bathtub and cut up. Chan himself cut off
    the head with a wood saw while his triad underlings stripped and bagged
    the flesh, storing it in a refrigerator.
    Melody recalls being woken to find her boyfriend handing her a
    plastic bag containing Ah Map’s butchered intestines. He told her: “Go
    cover them in hot water to stop them smelling.”
    Later while Leung Shing-cho was cooking the head, he called Melody
    over. “Come here, take a look,” he said. “No, I’m scared,” said the
    teenage girl. “Just pretend you’re watching television,” he said. So
    she did and told the court: “When I looked in the pot and saw the skull
    boiling I thought he was right – it looked like the one we saw in a
    In the middle of the macabre production line, they broke for lunch.
    The head was still boiling on one hob while they cooked noodles on the
    other – the same spoon was used to stir both pots. Once the head was
    boiled down to a skull, Fei-tsai took the initiative of hiding it
    inside the giant Hello Kitty mermaid doll.
    Hello Kitty is not famous for any film, cartoon or book. Unlike all
    the Disney characters she did not emerge first as a character in a
    story. Moral judgements are not her bag. She just sits and empathises:
    silent , mouthless, beatifically cute. According to her creators,
    Japan’s Sanrio Company, she weighs as much as “three apples” and likes
    “small cute things, like stars, candy and goldfish”. Her image appears
    on a staggering 15,000 products (body bags are not among them) with
    another 300 to 600 new ones (not counting counterfeits) appearing every
    It took me a while to notice Yammie in Court 13. Almost every item
    she wears or carries is stamped with or accessorised by Sanrio’s little
    icon. “Normally I am a medical reporter,” she says, “but for the last
    year I have badgered my editor to let me cover this case.” Yammie, 26,
    is obsessed with the cat. “We were born in the same year – 1974,” she
    says. She has been to Hello Kitty Land in Japan four times.
    “You must be angry about what they did with the Hello Kitty
    mermaid,” I suggest. “No,” she says, “anything can happen to Hello
    Kitty, that’s the point. In fact, that’s what the mermaid is all about
    - cat head and fish body. It is crazy and upside down. Everything –
    even crazy stuff – makes sense to Hello Kitty.”
    On the last day of the trial, when the verdict comes in -
    manslaughter not murder – Yammie isn’t pleased. (The jury chose
    manslaughter because of the possibility that Ah Map’s drug intake
    contributed to her death. The three triads got life in any case.)”Do
    you want to go to the flat and ask Ah Map’s ghost what she thinks of
    the result?” Yammie says. It is midnight when we arrive at Granville
    Road. Stripped of its shoppers, the area reveals a new character. Triad
    types loiter on street corners, giggling packs of karaoke girls in
    denim jeans and platform shoes pass by in a haze of menthol ciggies and
    The front entrance to the flat is chained and bolted. A marker-pen
    sign has been scrawled across the door: “Warning. If you enter here
    without permission you will die a sudden death.” The back door,
    however, is open and we enter. Broken glass and trash crunch underfoot.
    Yammie’s Hello Kitty torch throws a dim light on a broken world,
    picking out various Hello Kitty products decaying in the trash.
    A circle of candle stubs and moldy oranges skewered with incense
    sticks mark the spot where Ah Map died. The surrounding floor space is
    littered with Hell’s Banknotes, which the Chinese burn to send to their
    dead. Yammie tells me many Hong Kong magazines have conducted seances
    in which they successfully interviewed Ah Map. She kneels down on spot
    where Ah Map died, joins her hands in prayer and tries to speak to the
    dead woman.
    “Any luck,” I ask, in between her Cantonese incantations. “No, I
    think she is eating.” Then Yammie’s torchlight catches something in the
    room where Ah Map was held. A blue Hello Kitty china doll with a
    chipped ear has somehow survived the endless police searches and press
    visits. Yammie, without embarrassment, speaks to it. “It belonged to Ah
    Map,” she says, adding: “It’s a fake, of course, you can tell by the
    poor colouring.”
    “Does Hello Kitty hate the people who killed Ah Map?” I ask. “Oh
    no,” she says. “Hello Kitty doesn’t hate anybody. She never tells you
    off.” Hello Kitty, the perfect icon for an amoral age.

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    Re: Hello kitty murders

    sometimes i feel my life is bad but i look at this news and i feel i am much luckier.. life is just unfair for this poor woman and her poor little son ...... This is the sad facts of life those 3 men who murdered this women were just charged with manslaughter. This is the sad and evil side of humanity... Life will never and ever be fair

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    humans suck, sucked and always will suck.. * sigh *

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    Re: Hello kitty murders

    I have a somewhat hard time believing due to one website saying It's article was written in 2006 and that it had happened Tue year before. However, it is most likely true due to being on wiki. In that case It's absolutely shocked what some people can do .
    Falling down a slippery slope
    and all the while I'm losing hope,
    the will and strength just to cope.

    Forget regret
    Or life is yours to miss
    No other road
    No other way
    No day but today

    Tonight I'll sing my songs again
    I'll play the game and pretend
    But all my words come back to me
    In shades of mediocrity
    Like emptyness in harmony
    I need someone to comfort me

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    My heart just sunk. I believe this happened. I've heard first hand and witnessed what evil humans are capable of. Truly despicable. Reminded me of work actually, change the physical abuse to mental in which results self-harm. Huh, I can't imagine the mental anguish she went through.
    No one chooses to fuck up their life. None wants to commit suicide, it's a way out of misery.

    Look at the gears of this world and you will see why people turn suicidal.
    In the end, do not be sorry for we are sorry we did not create a more humane world for you.
    Humanity: Do no physical or psychological harm and respect personal space. A good start. :ok:

    Everything I think, say and do are monitored. :numbness:

    About Me- :fire:

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