He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and a victim of circumstances much like the pedestrian creamed in a crosswalk by a drunk. Friends lost a guy who’d give them the shirt off his back never mind a laugh from their innards. They lost their loving son, brother, cousin and nephew. But the biggest sufferers were Tim McLean’s family. That includes emergency personnel and professional people who were present and exposed to this trauma. But the aftermath was awful.īus passengers were severely traumatized. He’d also been injured in his attack-standard police procedure even for as bizarre a crime as this. The crime scene was processed and witnesses were isolated. He smashed out a window and leaped to the ground meeting jolts from a Taser and teeth from a dog. Without warning, Vince Li made a break for freedom. But you simply can’t kill a deranged man in this situation. They tried to negotiate with the crazy man holding a knife. Arm-chair Swat members later crucified police for not shooting Li to stop his butchering rampage but the police held at bay. Li continued to dissect Tim’s body and present parts for four hours. They contained the scene and attempted to reason with Li. Police and emergency responders arrived in mass. Not only did he have the knife-he also had plastic bags to store separated items-packaging pieces for some future purpose. He cut off Tim’s nose and both of his ears, smelling them and licking blood from his fingers. Right in full view of the audience, Li digested Tim’s eyes and part of his heart. Every piece of Tim’s body was defiled and strewn about the bus. He removed Tim’s heart, lungs and liver then ripped out entrails. Li opened Tim’s chest and tore at his organs. Li paraded Tim’s lifeless head-back and forth-up and down-along the parked Greyhound’s aisle. A passing trucker gave men in the group tools as weapons in case the psycho got out. He blocked the door but police were miles away. Presence of mind from the driver prevented Li’s escape into the crowd. Then Li, expressionless behind sunglasses, came for the door-presenting Tim’s decapitated head. Little kids cried as teens tried capturing it on phones. Tim’s severed head by the hair in the other. Aghast, they stared as Li sawed and hacked. Petrified passengers stood outside as traffic whizzed by. Tim was clearly dead but Li wasn’t even close to finished. The driver braked the Greyhound to an emergency halt. Now Li had Tim on the aisle floor, still plunging and plunging. Terrified passengers screamed for the bus to stop and massed for the door. Rather-as shocked, gasping witnesses described-Li robotically plunged the blade into Tim’s shoulders, neck and chest. Without warning-Li pulled a Bowie knife from his pack. He fidgeted, starting a low Chinese chant. Now, a passenger across the aisle saw Li’s behavior change. Other passengers described Li as unremarkable-up to this point. Then Tim leaned back against the window with his headphones on and drifted off to sleep. Tim McLean sat on the passenger side by the window. Carefully, he looked at each passenger before reaching the second row from the rear. The Greyhound made a rest stop about a half hour earlier. Around 8:30 pm, Greyhound 1170 was an hour west of Winnipeg on the TransCanada Highway. The innocent and unsuspecting victim was Tim McLean, 22, a carnival worker heading home for a break. The Guy On The Greyhound Bus was Vince Weiguang Li, a 40-year-old Chinese immigrant to Canada who left Edmonton, Alberta eastbound for Winnipeg in the Province of Manitoba. This gruesome murder happened on a bus loaded with 38 passengers. It’s also about what’s wrong with a broken criminal justice (legal) system and the strange world of forensic psychiatry. It’s really about victim and family rights as opposed to the killer’s. It’s not to shock you with gory details, though there’s enough to go around. I’m going to tell you the nearly unspeakable story of The Guy on the Greyhound Bus. Now this deranged killer is scott-free because he was found not criminally responsible simply because he was a schizophrenic who wasn’t on pills. Have you heard about The Guy on the Greyhound Bus? The story where the psycho stabbed a sleeping bus passenger 100 times then cut off his head and paraded it like a carnival prize before gutting him and eating his eyes and his heart before the crowd? Well, it’s true. But what about guys? And what about true crime? Especially true crime with a horror twist starring a demon straight outa Stephen King’s head. I haven’t read them but respect the girls have done well in crime fiction. The Girl You Lost, Girl In The Dark, The Good Girl and, of course, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo series come to mind. Then The Girl in the Ice by indie author Robert Bryndza took off. The girl-trend started with Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl. Paula Hawkins’ The Girl On The Train sold millions of copies. There’s intense interest around girl-train thrillers.
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