The two of them fell to the ground. In Fang Mu's hand was a blonde wig.
The dead girl's hair was short and black.
Du Yu sat on the ground and stared at the corpse, his eyes wide. After several seconds he suddenly cried out: "Yaoyao?"
Fang Mu's heart sank. He clambered toward the girl and looked at her face.
Sure enough, despite the heavy makeup, she was Zhang Yao all right.
In an instant, everything around Fang Mu seemed to go silent.
He saw Du Yu kneeling over Zhang Yao's body, holding her and rocking her back and forth, calling out her name.
He saw all the people around them looking around and whispering to one another.
He saw police cars outside the pool area, their lights flashing.
He saw policemen rushing inside, yelling at the crowd to get out of the way.
But he didn't hear a sound. It was as if everything around him had become pure chaos.
Something sickly-sweet was churning in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, he felt like he was about to explode.
"Aghh!" A howl loud enough to raise the dead roared out of Fang Mu. "Why? Why? If you want to kill me, then come and do it! Why do you have to kill so many people? Come on, kill me! Kill me!"
At once all the faces turned toward him. His features were distorted by anger and anguish, the sounds around him difficult to distinguish.
For a moment, Du Yu stared blankly at Fang Mu. Then he leapt on him and grabbed his collar. "What the hell was going on?" he demanded, shouting. At a loss, Fang Mu just looked away. He saw Deng Linyue staring at him from the crowd, her expression terrified.
Two police officers pulled Du Yu off of Fang Mu, and then someone else hauled Fang Mu to his feet and pushed him toward the exit.
The crowd automatically parted to let them through. All the faces were turned towards them, their expressions suspicious or panic-stricken or both. Fang Mu walked stiffly, a dull look in his eyes as the person behind him pushed him through the crowd and out of the gate. After they had walked for some ways, Fang Mu struggled to look back. It took him a long time to recognize that the man behind him was Tai Wei.
"Let's get you back to your dorm," Tai Wei said, his voice unusually gentle, almost soft, as he held tightly to Fang Mu's shoulders.
When they reached Fang Mu's dorm room, Tai Wei maneuvered the soaking, shivering student onto his bed and wrapped him in his blanket. He tossed him a towel, but Fang Mu just let it fall to the floor.
Sighing to himself, Tai Wei opened Fang Mu's dresser.
"Where do you put your clothes?"
As soon as the words left Tai Wei's mouth, Fang Mu threw off his blanket, staggered to his feet, and tried to run out the door.
Tai Wei quickly stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm…I'm going back there…" Fang Mu mumbled, pushing Tai Wei away from him.
"Oh, yeah, and what are you gonna do?"
"Search the scene!" said Fang Mu, the past hour's defeat suddenly exploding out of him. "Bastard! Bastard! I swear I'll get you!"
Tears welled and fell from his bloodshot eyes. His lips were pale and shaking.
Tai Wei grabbed hold of him firmly. "Let us take care of this."
Struggling with all his might, Fang Mu threw Tai Wei off him. When he flung open the door he ran smack into Du Yu.
Du Yu didn't say a word, just shoved Fang Mu backwards.
Unprepared, Fang Mu fell to his back on the floor of their room.
Before he could get up, Du Yu pounced on him and grabbed his collar.
"Fang Mu, who the hell are you?" The normally cheerful Du Yu instantly changed, his actions those of a man-eating lion, his tear-streaked face twitching with rage.
Fang Mu could only stare back. "What are you talking about?"
"I said who the hell are you?" Du Yu demanded and wrapped his hands around Fang Mu's neck and viciously shook him back and forth. "Just now you said that that person wants to kill you! What's that supposed to mean? That time when your old roommate visited, he said that a bunch of people died in your old dorm room. Why is all this happening? Now I'll ask you again; who the hell are you? Tell me now!"
Du Yu's hands closed tighter and tighter around Fang Mu's neck. Fang Mu could barely breathe, his face turning purplish-red.
Tai Wei intervened and quickly pulled Du Yu off of Fang Mu. Struggling, Du Yu wouldn't give up. "I want to hear it!" he roared. "Who the hell are you?"
Fang Mu sat up weakly, his body racked by a fit of coughing. Eventually he began to retch, spouting a thin strand of saliva that trailed from his mouth and to his chest. Tai Wei held tightly onto Du Yu, who continued to struggle, still yelling. "If you have something to say, then say it! No more fighting!" Tai Wei warned. "Otherwise I'm gonna stop being so polite!"
"All right!" said Du Yu, making a show of putting his hands up. "I'll stop. Now let him talk!"
Fang Mu slowly climbed to his feet, wiped the corners of his mouth and then took several deep breaths. "That's right. The killer is after me." He gasped for air. He's…testing me…I'm sorry…"
Du Yu glared at him, his jaw clenched. "So you're saying that everyone who was hurt or killed — Deng Linyue, Liu Jianjun, Meng Fanzhe, and…" he choked back a sob, "and Yaoyao… It was all because of you?"
Fang Mu said nothing, just returned Du Yu's stare. He quickly hung his head, nodding.
Du Yu pointed at Fang Mu, his arm shaking. "In other words, you've known for a long time that he was going to kill people," he said through trembling lips, "and probably people close to you. Is that correct?"
Tears fell from Fang Mu's eyes. "I'm sorry…"
Du Yu's pain suddenly burst open again. "Then why didn't you say something sooner? Why didn't you warn everyone? Why did you let so many people die?"
Shaking all over, Fang Mu just mumbled, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…"
Du Yu rushed forward and grabbed Fang Mu's hair. He struck Fang Mu wildly across the face. "Speak! Speak up, goddamn you…!"
Tai Wei immediately reached for Du Yu, but before he got close, Du Yu abruptly shrunk back.
The dagger was in Fang Mu's hands.
There was a long tear across the front of Du Yu's jacket. He stared dumbstruck at the tear, and then at Fang Mu, who was bleeding from one corner of his mouth.
Du Yu laughed through his misery. "You want to kill me, too, huh? Then do it! Save the killer the effort. Come on!"
"No!" yelled Fang Mu, his voice hoarse. "It wasn't like that. I wasn't intentionally hiding it from all of you… I…"
"Give me the knife," said Tai Wei, stepping between them. "And you," he said, pointing at Du Yu, "do me a favor and get out of here!"
Du Yu glared viciously at Fang Mu, and then turned and left.
At once the room was quiet, the only sound Fang Mu's ragged breathing.
Fang Mu let the blade clatter to the floor and sunk to his heels. He squatted down and began to scream, pulling at his hair as the tears rolled down his face. The only sound was his angry, mournful wailing cry. "Aghh…!"
Tai Wei had never seen Fang Mu cry before, much less sob with the kind of extreme grief he now witnessed. Not knowing what to do, he just stood there, completely at a loss.
Fang Mu cried for a long time, the pent-up emotions releasing. When he had calmed down a little, Tai Wei helped him onto his bed, wrapped him in his blanket and poured him a cup of hot water. After thinking about it, he passed him a cigarette.
His face covered with tears, Fang Mu sat there expressionlessly, taking a drag every now and then from his cigarette. The cup of water he just held. He didn't sip it once.
"You need to change out of your wet clothes, otherwise you're gonna get sick." Tai Wei dug through Fang Mu's drawers and tossed him several pairs of clean clothes.