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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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      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 .
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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:

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