Lei Mi - Profiler

When they were back in Li Weidong's office, Li Weidong politely handed Tai Wei a cigarette.

The cigarette burned away between Tai Wei's fingers, his impatience growing. "So what exactly happened?"

"It's like this," Li Weidong said. "Last night we received a call from a resident of the Golden Pedestal residential area on North Riverbend Street. He said that while making a call out on the terrace he happened to notice someone standing in front of an apartment on the fourth floor walkway across from him. The man continued to watch this person as he made his call, and saw that after knocking a few times, the person walk inside the apartment. The caller said he was surprised to see that the person did not turn on any lights. Then, when he saw a small flame appear inside, and noticed that the intruder had pulled out a knife, he was so startled that he called us immediately. Because some of the men from our substation happened to be in the area breaking up a gambling ring, they were able to quickly swing by." He paused for a moment. "When we arrived at the scene and saw the dead woman, we realized that the situation was very serious, so we brought the kid back here."

"Was the dead woman named Dong Guizhi?"

"Yeah," said Li Weidong, surprised. "How'd you know?"

"She's the relative of the suspect in a case we were investigating recently," said Tai Wei simply. It was clear to him Fang Mu had gone to SuijingCity because of Meng Fanzhe.

"Did he say anything about what he was doing at the crime scene?"

"At first he didn't say, just kept telling us that we needed to go back to the scene and look at the marks on one of the windows," Li Weidong said, "saying it was extremely important. So while we questioned him, we notified one of the officers at the scene to check the window for any marks."

"Marks? What marks?"

"Who knows? The officer inspected the window that Fang Mu was talking about. The inside of it was covered in water droplets and was marked by nothing, and the outside had already been wiped clean by all the neighbors who pressed against it to see what was going on. The officer didn't find a thing."

"Then what happened?"

"Then Fang Mu told us to look for a letter at the crime scene and told us the date it was sent. I relayed this information to the officers at the scene. They searched through a huge stack of letters, but didn't find anything from the day Fang Mu was talking about. After that, he gave us your number and told us to contact you."

Tai Wei didn't say anything further, silently smoking. When his cigarette was gone, he looked at his watch. It was almost seven. "Can I take him back with me now?"

"I'm afraid not," said Li Weidong. "As of right now, Fang Mu is still too tied up in the case. However, my fellow officers are working as fast as they can, and if all goes well, we should reach a preliminary conclusion on the case soon."

At that moment a young policeman walked into the room, carrying several large plastic bags. Some were filled with soybean milk, others with deep-fried twisted dough sticks and stuffed steamed buns.

"Put them in here," said Li Weidong, indicating several stainless bowls on the desk. He motioned to Tai Wei. "Why don't you have something to eat? You must be hungry, too." He turned back to the young officer. "Take several steamed buns to Fang Mu and give him some hot water, too."

While they ate, Li Weidong asked Tai Wei about the case he had mentioned. Since it was already closed, Tai Wei decided there was no harm in talking about it, so he briefly described the particulars to Li Weidong.

"No wonder," Li Weidong said with a smile. "Yesterday when we were about to question the kid, he quickly listed all his rights before we even had time to read them to him. He sounded like he was even more familiar with criminal procedure than we were. It figures that he's a grad student."

As he finished speaking, an officer with heavy bags under his eyes opened the door and looked to him. "Weidong, can I have a word with you?"

Wiping his mouth, Li Weidong turned to Tai Wei. "You keep eating. I'll be back in a little bit."

Li Weidong was gone for more than an hour. When he returned, it was with Fang Mu.

When they entered the room, Fang Mu continued to ask Li Weidong his most-pressing questions. "Did you find the letter? What was written on the window?"

Ignoring him, Li Weidong turned to Tai Wei and said, "Everything's been pretty much straightened out. In a moment I'll need you to sign a few forms and then you can take him back."

Fang Mu's dissatisfaction with the matter was still evident on his face, but Tai Wei gave him a glance that told him not to say anything else. He tossed Fang Mu a cigarette. Fang Mu caught it, looked over at Li Weidong, and then sat reluctantly in one of the chairs and lit the cigarette..

"So there's no problem?" Tai Wei asked Li Weidong.

"Nope. Our medical examiners worked through the night to make an autopsy of the corpse, which confirmed that the woman died of a heart-attack," Li Weidong said. "As it turned out, the old lady had a serious case of rheumatic heart disease. We found a number of rats while investigating the apartment and believe that one of them probably scared her to death. Also," he said, pointing at Fang Mu, who was sullenly smoking, "we found a train ticket and taxi cab receipt in one of his pockets. We contacted the cab driver and he remembered Fang Mu well because he had given three renminbi more than the fare. The driver confirmed the time he had dropped him off, which was over an hour after Dong Guizhi had died."

Not seeming to care that he had just been freed of suspicion, Fang Mu asked again: "What about the letter? And the marks on the window?"

Li Weidong looked at him. "We couldn't find the letter you were talking about, and as for that window, there were no marks when we checked. Take a look at this picture if you don't believe me." He took a picture out of the folder he was holding and handed it to Fang Mu.

Fang Mu studied the picture for a long time, turning it in every direction. At last, without saying a word, he placed it on the table and stared unhappily at the floor.

"Although we still don't understand why you were at the crime scene, we have determined that this was merely a coincidence," Li Weidong said. "Therefore, once we take care of a few formalities, you'll be free to go."

"It wasn't a coincidence!" Fang Mu suddenly yelled in agitation.

"Keep quiet!" Tai Wei roared. He turned to Li Weidong. "In that case, let's take care of this stuff so I can take him back."

Li Weidong nodded and left the office.

Tai Wei looked back to Fang Mu. "You want them to keep you locked up in here? If not, then the less you say, the better!"

Fang Mu didn't reply, just took a deep drag on his cigarette.

After the paperwork was finished, Tai Wei and Fang Mu were allowed to leave. While retrieving his personal belongings, Fang Mu discovered that his dagger was no longer there, and when he asked the policeman in charge, he was told that the knife had been confiscated. Finding this unacceptable, Fang Mu demanded that they return it to him, refusing to leave if they did not.

Seeing no other choice, Tai Wei went to find Li Weidong again, and at last they got the dagger back.

After politely refusing Li Weidong's invitation to get something to eat, Tai Wei took Fang Mu to the jeep and they headed back to JiangbinCity. As soon as Fang Mu was inside, he lay down in the back and fell into a gloomy sleep.

Seeing the exhausted expression on Fang Mu's face, Tai Wei sighed and turned up the heat in the jeep.

After driving for over an hour, Tai Wei saw in the rear-view mirror that Fang Mu had sat up and was drowsily licking his cracked lips.

"You're awake?" Tai Wei noted. He passed Fang Mu a half-full bottle of water.