Profiler (Fang Mu Eastern Crimes Series Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Lei Mi
Tags: Mystery & Crime
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
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
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