When the lighter began to burn Fang Mu's hand, he was finally shaken out of his state of terror and forced back to reality. Panicking, he swung his dagger all around in blind defense, frantically searching his pocket for his cell phone.
At last he found it. Flipping the phone open, he was about to dial Emergency when he heard hurried footsteps outside the apartment.
Suddenly several flashlight beams shot into the apartment through the window beside the door. Blinded by the light, Fang Mu covered his eyes with his hand.
In that instant, he noticed that two strange symbols had been written in the condensation on the window glass. It had been too dark to notice them before.
"Who's there? Put the knife down now!" a man shouted. "Now! Or we will open fire!"
Fang Mu heard the sound of guns being cocked. He hurriedly tossed his dagger on the floor and put his hands up.
Several cops pounced on him and forced him to the ground. Struggling to lift his head, Fang Mu tried to see what exactly had been written on the window.
"Goddammit, you still don't want to cooperate, huh?" Someone struck Fang Mu across the face.
He tasted blood. With his head still spinning, he twisted weakly around. "The window…" He mumbled repeatedly over and over: "The window… What's on the window…?"
CHAPTER 23
Shortly after falling asleep at around three in the morning, Tai Wei was woken by the ringing of his cell phone.
Stumbling out of bed, he grabbed for his phone and flipped it open, his eyes still closed. "Hello?"
"Is this Officer Tai?"
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"I apologize for waking you," said the voice over the phone. "I'm Li Weidong from the Baita PSB substation in SuijingCity. Do you remember me?"
Li Weidong? Tai Wei did remember him. Once when Tai Wei had gone to SuijingCity to arrest an armed fugitive he had made contact with the Baita substation. As he recalled, Li Weidong was quite a drinker.
"Oh, it's you, Weidong. Nice to hear from you."
Li Weidong gave a slight, embarrassed laugh. "I know it's very late, and I really am sorry, but there's something I need to discuss with you. Do you know a Fang Mu?"
All of Tai Wei's sleepiness immediately disappeared. "Fang Mu? Yes, I know him. Why?"
"At this moment he's in our custody."
"In your custody? What happened?"
"An old women died in our district last night, and he was found at the scene."
"Are you saying…?"
"No, it's not that. The results of our medical examiners just came back, and at this point there's no evidence that he was involved. However, when we asked him what he was doing there, he said he was investigating a crime and asked us to call you."
"Oh, I understand." Tai Wei knew exactly what had happened. SuijingCity was Meng Fanzhe's hometown, and the dead woman was most likely his mother. "Weidong, tell me if this sounds acceptable. For now, don't interrogate him. I'd stake my life on Fang Mu not having had anything to do with the woman's death. I'm going to head over there right now. Once I'm there we can figure all this out."
"Fine by me," said Li Weidong, without hesitation.
Tai Wei rushed over to the Suijing City Baita substation. By the time he arrived it was already 6:30 a.m. Li Weidong was waiting for him in the courtyard.
With no time for proper greetings, Tai Wei got right to the point. "Where's Fang Mu?"
Li Weidong led him to the entrance of the detainment room. Through the small window in the door, Tai Wei could see Fang Mu curled up asleep on one of the benches, a police-issue sleeping bag wrapped around him. Part of his face was bruised.
"You guys hit him?" Tai Wei asked, frowning.
"Yeah," said Li Weidong, laughing with embarrassment. "He was struggling like crazy at the scene last night. He probably got struck a few times."
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?"