"What about the girl?"
"She's alive and well, at the hospital now. I just called and the doctor told me that, aside from being scared and a little malnourished, the girl is completely fine."
Fang Mu shut his eyes and hung up the phone. Only then did he feel the piercing pain in his leg from where it smacked into the desk. Returning to his chair, he sat in silence for a moment. Then he opened the carton of takeout. "Excuse me."
The on-duty officer looked over to see a weak but hugely relieved smile on Fang Mu's face.
"Can you grab me a cup of water?"
CHAPTER 7
It was after 11 o’clock when Tai Wei remembered to bring Fang Mu home. In the car, he told Fang Mu that the crime scene technicians had already determined that Ma Kai's fingerprints matched those from the other murders, so even though he hadn't yet confessed, charging him would be a cinch.
Fang Mu didn't say a word. He just stared at the darkness outside the window.
"You take it easy when you get back," said Tai Wei, noticing Fang Mu's exhausted expression. "I'll stop by in a few days."
At the school gate Fang Mu got out of the car and said goodbye to Tai Wei. He had turned to go when Tai Wei called out for him to wait.
Fang Mu looked back.
Tai Wei had stuck his head out of the passenger side window, his shoulder resting on the frame. He stared at Fang Mu for several seconds, and then his face broke into a wide smile.
"Kid," he said, "you're incredible."
Fang Mu laughed, waved goodbye, and then turned and left.
By now it was already close to midnight, and most of the dorms were dark. Streetlights lit the campus roads, so that ahead of Fang Mu the darkness was occasionally broken by pale yellow pools of light, in which could be seen the mad fluttering of unknown insects. Fang Mu walked slowly, silent as a ghost traveling through the night.
Looking up, he saw an endless array of stars glittering in the dark canopy overhead. The air was fresh and he could feel a slight coolness as he breathed it in.
There's a sentimental notion that, when people die, they become stars in the night sky, shining down on friends and enemies alike.
Rest in peace, all of you.
The light in Room 313 was off. Fang Mu took out his key and placed it in the keyhole, only to find that the door had been locked from within.
A burst of startled noise sounded from inside. Then in a faltering voice, someone asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Fang Mu."
"Oh," Du Yu audibly sighed with relief. "Wait one second."
A girl's voice grumbled softly that she couldn't find her underwear.
Laughing, Fang Mu leaned against the wall opposite and lit a cigarette.
The hallway was dark as a cave. The only light was from a little 15-watt bulb in the stairwell. The light in the bathroom seemed to have gone out again. Standing in the doorway, everything looked pitch black, like an enormous, wide-open mouth.
Low noises filled the hallway.
People talking softly in their sleep.
People grinding their teeth.
The drip of the bathroom faucet.
Someone walking lightly in slippers on the floor above.
Fang Mu felt his forehead suddenly cover in thin beads of sweat. His lips trembled as he smoked his cigarette.
All of a sudden he was terrified. He glanced back and forth.
On either side of the corridor, the doors were shut tight, silent, and seemingly full of malice.
Unable to help himself, Fang Mu looked down the other end of the corridor.
The doors on either side gradually receded. Fang Mu stared rigidly at the darkness before him. What was hidden inside?
He didn't dare look away. These doors, normally so unremarkable, now seemed to come alive in the dark hallway. Laughing secretly, they watched him, this trembling loner, as he proceeded step by step toward his unknown fate. They all seemed about to fly open at any second and lead him down some alluring path, a path that would lead to his own death.
Suddenly a scorched odor filled his nose.
Fang Mu almost cried out. On either side of the hallway, the doors were now in flames. And in the smoke nearby, the outline of a person was barely visible, flickering in and out of sight.
Stepping backwards, Fang Mu reached into his backpack and groped wildly for the dagger.
By the time he finally gripped its scarred handle, he was nearly overcome with terror.
The figure slowly approached through the smoke.
Suddenly Fang Mu realized who it was.
No. Don't do it.
It was then that the door behind Fang Mu creaked open.
Rubbing his eyes, a tall, well-built young man walked out of his room. He looked at Fang Mu. At once his formerly sleepy-looking eyes opened wide.
"What are you doing out here?"
Fang Mu recognized him. He was Liu Jianjun, a Criminal Law graduate student.
Fang Mu was about to yell, "Get out of here now!" But the words caught in his throat.
The smoke and the flames instantly disappeared. As before, there was only darkness. Nothing could be seen within.
"N-nothing really," Fang Mu answered. He slowly withdrew his hand from his backpack.
Frowning, Liu Jianjun looked at him for a moment. Then he snorted, turned, and strolled over to the bathroom, his feet clapping against the floor.
Once his silhouette disappeared into the darkness of the bathroom, the door to Room 313 slid soundlessly open. Sticking his head out, Du Yu glanced toward the bathroom. Then he turned and whispered something, and a moment later Zhang Yao ran out of the room, her hair a total mess. She shot Fang Mu a vicious glare as she passed.
That's when Du Yu noticed Fang Mu was still standing awkwardly across the hall. He waved for him to come inside.
Once inside, Fang Mu sat on his bed and took a very deep breath, and then he looked up at Du Yu. "I'm sorry."
"You bastard!" muttered Du Yu, clutching his head. "I figured you weren't coming back tonight, so when I heard you knocking I thought it was campus security. Scared me so bad I almost went soft."
Fang Mu gave an exhausted laugh.
"You okay?" asked Du Yu. "You're not looking too good."
"I'm fine," said Fang Mu, shaking his head. "You should get to sleep. I know I interrupted you just now, and for that I really feel sorry."
Embarrassed, Du Yu just nodded in response. Then he climbed into bed, pulled up the covers, and before long was snoring away.
Fang Mu switched off the light and sat for a long time in the darkness. When his breathing was completely calm, he took off his clothes and slid under the covers.
You've returned.
The figures silently surround my bed. Someone standing behind me places a pair of hands on my shoulders.
"Actually, you and I are the same."
There's no need to look back. I already know it's Wu Han, his face distorted beyond all recognition.
No, you and I are not the same!
Four days after his arrest, Ma Kai finally started to talk. But even though he openly admitted to having killed the four women, he insisted that it was done out of necessity, since he was afflicted with the same serious case of anemia that killed his father and older brother. A doctor was then brought in to give Ma Kai a full physical examination. The results showed his blood levels were perfectly normal. Their evidence assembled, the city bureau decided to bring his case to trial as soon as possible.
When Tai Wei called Fang Mu to give him a summary of the recent developments in the case, Fang Mu asked if he could speak alone and in person with Ma Kai prior to the trial. At first Tai Wei was hesitant, but at last he relented.