by Lei Mi
This was a most significant position.
First of all, if a man either holds down a woman's torso or grabs her arms while he is entering her from behind, her ability to struggle will be extremely diminished. And because the women's pants were down around their knees, their leg movements would have been restricted as well. Consequently, this position is the least likely to encounter any effective resistance on the part of the victim.
Second, from a psychosexual standpoint, doggy-style is the most primitive sexual position; as a result, it gives the man the most intense feelings of "conquering" and satisfaction. Therefore, for the man, it is far more psychologically arousing than any other position.
When Fang Mu had stood atop those buildings under the dark sky, he had been given a panoramic view of the whole nighttime cityscape: the immense buildings ablaze with lights in the distance ahead, the flickering river of cars rushing far below his feet.
Savagely thrusting back and forth. The woman beneath him: high class, well-dressed, struggling in vain. The city arrayed before his eyes, filling his heart with delight.
Fang Mu closed his eyes.
Somewhere out there, in some luxury apartment, there's a man anxiously waiting for his wife to come home. Whoever you are, I bet you'd never guess that right now I'm raping your woman—straddling her like a dog!
In his eyes, the whole city was probably nothing more than a gigantic cunt.
And in that moment, he must have felt the delight of conquering it—of conquering the entire city.
Which meant that, in reality, this guy had to be a loser.
Since the killer was raping and murdering his victims as a way of venting his hatred for society, sexual behavior had to possess a special significance for him. The mystery of it must have made him far more curious and excited than the average person. But at the same time, these feelings must have caused him deep shame. When boys are able to form normal relationships with girls from a young age, these sorts of excessively strong feelings toward sex will lessen as their socialization increases. Therefore, the killer was very likely a man unable to form such relationships. And as is often the case with such individuals, he probably grew up in an environment that lacked female affection. Additionally, given his psychological makeup, he was certain to be quite young—for as he grew older, this aberrant sexual fixation would likely be eliminated through normal social experience. And because these problems generally arise during adolescence, an older man still suffering from them would long since have committed a similar crime—however, nothing of the sort had been seen in the city in years.
Thus, the murderer: Male, 25 or younger, from a home with either no female elders or only brothers, and with a history of failure.
As for the location of the crimes, the top floor of an unfinished building clearly satisfied the killer's psychological need to conquer the city. At the same time, it showed that he was familiar with this sort of environment. Therefore, the killer was likely to have had experience working at a construction site.
And given his low wages and psychosexual aberrance, it was probable that he used pornography. Prostitutes? Unlikely, though even if he had visited them, it couldn't have been too many times. His economic situation simply wouldn't allow for it.
Those seedy video playhouses, which often showed pornographic films after midnight, were much more fitting.
According to the autopsy reports, one of the victims had lost a fingernail from her left hand, which was found near her supine corpse. Notably, her body had the fewest cuts and bruises of all the women, meaning that during the rape she must have struggled less violently than the others. The fingernail had probably been torn off afterwards, once the killer had begun to strangle the woman, causing her to fight for her life. Traces of skin tissue (Blood Type A) not belonging to the victim were also found on her broken fingernail. This meant that it probably ripped while the woman was digging her nails into the body of her killer. Because he was strangling her from behind, she would not have been able to reach much of his body, making it highly likely that she had scratched him around the hands and wrists.
Fang Mu also paid particular attention to the fact that the fingernail had torn rather than snapped. This suggested that while the victim was raking her nails across the killer's skin, some object had gotten in the way and ripped one of them off. What kind of thing, worn on the hand or wrist, could do something like that? Fang Mu immediately thought of a watch, and likely a metallic one at that. For a construction worker to wear a metallic watch was rather outside the norm. This man definitely wanted to demonstrate that he was different than those around him.
In that case, he was probably someone who possessed a certain amount of education.
So then, someone no older than 25, with a decent education, a history of failure, and experience working at construction sites.
The likely culprit: a young man from the countryside who failed the College Entrance Exam.
If that's who he was, then there would also be other ways for him to show he was different than the peasant workers laboring at the construction site.
For example, he could keep his hair short and perfectly clean, rather than long and greasy like theirs. Glasses would proclaim his status as an "intellectual", and a white dress shirt would look very different than their cement-stained work clothes.
In sum, he should be rather thin with short hair, wearing a white dress shirt and a metallic watch on his left wrist; there should also be scratches on the skin nearby. And, the fact that he wore his watch on his left wrist meant that he was likely right-handed.
Once Fang Mu had finished relating the grounds for his conclusions, the members of the special investigation team were silent. Each man's face wore a complex expression. Indeed, now that every step of his reasoning process had been explained in painstaking detail, cracking the case seemed perfectly natural—the simplest thing in the world. Yet, how many people could have even taken the correct first step?
At last, it was Xing Zhisen who broke the silence. "Man, you should have just told us Huang Yongxiao's name from the start and saved us all this trouble."
Everyone roared with laughter.
Everyone but Fang Mu, that is. The whole time he remained staring at the floorboards beneath his feet, lost in thought.
After that everything went smoothly, and Huang Yongxiao's trial date was soon scheduled. By this point the people of Changhong City were all praising the incredible speed with which the police had cracked the case. Xing Zhisen wanted to give Fang Mu some kind of reward (he had already explained to him, tactfully, that the police could never publicly announce that the case had been solved with the assistance of a 22-year-old university student, and Fang Mu had indicated that he understood). However, Fang Mu refused to accept anything. So Xing Zhisen asked Fang Mu if he had any requests. Fang Mu's answer was simple: He wanted to speak alone and in person with Huang Yongxiao before he went to trial.
Many people were filled with curiosity about this face-to-face chat; however Fang Mu persisted, and in the end the bureau arranged it so that he could speak one time with Huang Yongxiao, by himself and uninterrupted. The conversation lasted more than two hours. Fang Mu jotted notes the whole time. When it was over he had filled half a notebook and recorded two tapes. Ding Shucheng once listened to a segment of the recording, and based on what he heard, it seemed that the talk barely involved the case itself. Fang Mu seemed to be much more interested in Huang Yongxiao's life experiences, from as far back as he could remember up until he was 21.
When Huang Yongxiao was five, his parents divorced. His mother then remarried, taking his big sister, who was one year older than he, to live with her new husband in another town; from then on Huang Yongxiao lived with his father. Although he was an introverted child not given to speaking with others, Huang Yongxiao was extremely studious, and everyone believed that he was the likeliest of the village students to test into the university. When he was eight, Huang Yongxiao accidentally discovered his fa
ther secretly having sex with a local married woman, and was given a harsh beating because of it. Then, when he was 14 and attending middle school, Huang Yongxiao was led by an older girl into the nearby mountains. When the girl took Huang Yongxiao's hand and placed it on her naked breast, he was terribly frightened and ran as fast as he could back down the mountain. But two years later, when the 16-year-old Huang Yongxiao was out working in the fields, he suddenly forced the girl laboring beside him—his classmate and someone with whom he'd always gotten along well—to the ground, where he began to wildly kiss and grope her all over. The girl was so scared she began to scream at the top of her lungs, alerting the other villagers who ran over and saved her.
Later, through Huang Yongxiao's father's compensatory gift of a donkey and the mediation of the village elders, the event blew over, but from then on his academic achievements suffered a disastrous decline. At last, after twice failing the College Entrance Exam, he followed his uncle into the city to find employment. Within a year he had worked at a total of five construction sites, moving from one to the next, and had experienced more than his share of rejection and supercilious looks from the city's populace. Because of his introverted and rather proud and aloof personality, he did not remain at any site for long. In his free time, Huang Yongxiao would go to a nearby video playhouse to watch kung fu movies. It was here that he saw his first pornographic film. Afterwards, things quickly got out of hand. All day long his head would be filled with images of the porn actress' overpoweringly seductive bodies, until finally, late one night, he followed a white-collar woman on her way home…
After that, Fang Mu more or less became the Changhong City Public Security Bureau's "special consultant", and with his assistance, two more murders were solved, as well as a kidnapping case and another involving extortion. In each, Fang Mu's description of the suspect's characteristics proved a huge help in cracking the case.
CHAPTER
2
Marked Man
Hearing this almost absurdly bizarre story about Fang Mu's exploits, Tai Wei remained skeptical.
"This student, Fang Mu," Tai Wei paused, considering his words carefully, "he profiles the suspects?"
Ding Shucheng nodded.
"Is he really that good?"
Ding Shucheng laughed and leaned in close, a mysterious look on his face. "You know why Ronaldo's the best striker in the world?"
Tai Wei was baffled. "Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Why can't Hao Haidong become the world's number one striker?" (Translator’s note: Hao Haidong is a former international football player widely regarded as the best Chinese striker ever)
Totally lost, Tai Wei just stared at Ding Shucheng.
"Genius. This kid is a genius at understanding crime."
After checking the graduate student rolls at Jiangbin City University, Tai Wei discovered that Fang Mu lived in Building B of Dormitory 5, Room 313. However when he went to speak to him, he found that Fang Mu was out—off playing to play basketball, according to his roommate.
When Tai Wei asked what Fang Mu looked like, the roommate laughed. "Don't worry about that. Just look for someone practicing free-throws all by himself—that's Fang Mu."
The weather was beautiful. A warm breeze blew softly across the campus, and the pleasant smell of pollen filled the air. Most of the students had ditched their thick winter clothes and were bustling about in lightweight attire. Too impatient to wait any longer, some of the girls were even wearing short skirts. Tai Wei's black windbreaker was clearly quite unseasonal, and before long he began to sweat. Pulling aside a short young man with a basketball under his arm, Tai Wei asked where the courts were, and the young man enthusiastically led the way.
The courts were located at the southwestern corner of campus, all of them full-sized and lined up next to each other. There were eight in total, made of cement and surrounded by a chain-link fence. Tai Wei passed court after court of students playing high-spirited games, his eyes peeled for a young man practicing foul shouts all by himself.
He wasn't hard to find.
Standing at the free-throw line of the farthest court was a young man, basketball in hand. He raised his arms to shoot and released the ball, which arced through the air and dropped perfectly into the hoop.
Tai Wei stood beside the court and watched the young man repeat the same actions over and over: shooting the ball, watching it drop through the net, fetching it, shooting the ball, watching it drop through the net...
His movements were graceful and precise, and he almost never missed.
Suddenly, without turning his head, the young man coldly spat out a single sentence: "What do you want?"
"Huh?" Tai Wei was somewhat taken by surprise. He awkwardly cleared his throat. "Ahem, are you Fang Mu?"
The young man's outstretched arms paused for an instant, then he flicked his fingers and the basketball rocketed towards the hoop, ricocheted off the backboard, and dropped back into his hands.
Holding the ball, he turned around.
His face was flushed. Fine beads of sweat rested on the end of his nose. His cheeks were sunken, his chin sharp, his thick eyebrows knitted together. And the look in his eyes—
—It was cold, weary, and yet incomparably penetrating, seeming to pierce the bright rays of afternoon sunlight and bore into the body of the policeman.
Tai Wei couldn't help but shiver. Averting his eyes, he was about to say something, when he realized that he hadn't prepared anything appropriate to break the ice.
"You...you know Ding Shucheng, right?" Tai Wei stuttered.
Fang Mu's frown deepened. Staring at Tai Wei, he said, "You're a policeman?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he turned and, without waiting for a response, walked over to the bleachers beside the basketball court.
Tai Wei hesitated for a moment, then followed behind him and sat down.
On the bleacher lay a very old backpack. Retrieving a pack of tissues from within, Fang Mu removed a few and wiped his face. Then he fished out his glasses and put them on.
"What do you need me to help you with?" His face remained totally inexpressive.
Tai Wei felt a twinge of discomfort; however he had come here for a reason, so he withdrew a sheaf of papers from his leather briefcase and handed them to Fang Mu.
"I work for the Jiangbin City Vice Squad. My name's Tai Wei. Since March of this year we've had three linked forced entry-and-murder cases. These are the materials from those cases. From what I've heard..." At this point, however, Tai Wei realized that Fang Mu wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying, and had begun reading through the pile of documents in his hands, utterly absorbed. Annoyed, Tai Wei shut his mouth and quietly stuffed his police badge, which he had been about to show Fang Mu, back in his pocket.
As it turned out, nothing could be more aggravating than spending an afternoon with this kid.
From start to finish, Fang Mu sat in silence, reading through the materials. At first, Tai Wei patiently assumed a posture of being ready to listen attentively at any time. However, as time dragged on, his shoulders grew painfully sore, and he became antsy. Stretching out his limbs, he leaned comfortably against the bleachers and gazed around, bored out of his mind.
The court where Fang Mu had just been shooting hoops was now occupied by several other young men. They looked not much older than twenty, 20 and spared nothing as they sprinted up and down the court, fighting for the ball, yelling with excitement, and occasionally arguing loudly about whether a foul had been committed or a point counted. Watching their energetic play, Tai Wei couldn't help but think back to his days studying at the police academy, and gradually the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
Suddenly he realized that the person sitting beside him was also a young student, just like the carefree boys now running the court, and yet how dissimilar they were! It was as if there was some mark on him that made him totally different from all the people around him. Once more, Tai Wei couldn'
t help but turn and look at Fang Mu.
He was reading very slowly. His head bent over, his eyes focused nonstop on the photographs, crime scene reports, and autopsy reports in his hands. Every now and then he glanced up, and Tai Wei, thinking he was about to say something, would look at him hopefully. But Fang Mu just stared at the distant scenery, not saying a word, and then a moment later would drop his head and continue poring over the data. Tai Wei noticed that he was paying particular attention to a few of the crime scene photographs.
Finally, Fang Mu stood up and let out a deep breath. He removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and handed the sheaf of papers back to Tai Wei, who was staring at him.
"The person you're looking for is male, between twenty-five- and thirty-five-years-old, under five-feet nine-inches, and probably rather thin."
Tai Wei stared at him. Several seconds passed before he couldn't bear it any longer: "That's it?"
"That's it."
Tai Wei felt greatly disappointed. He had originally thought that Fang Mu's analysis would be just as Ding Shucheng claimed—a specific, detailed description of the killer's appearance, living circumstances, and family background, but the verdict Fang Mu had just given was brief and entirely ambiguous. And to be honest, it really didn't offer any valuable new clues; given the brutality of the crimes, the perpetrator was almost certain to be male, and the vast majority of serial killers are less than 40-year-old. As for the suspect's height and weight, both could be determined by footprints found at the crime scenes. And since there was also evidence of a struggle between the killer and his victims, he probably wasn't all that strong.
"Based on the reports and photographs, that's all I can see," said Fang Mu, seemingly aware of what Tai Wei was thinking. However, a moment later he added, "I also feel like this guy has some kind of mental problem, but as for what this problem is, I can't say for certain."