Profiler (Fang Mu Eastern Crimes Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Lei Mi
Tags: Mystery & Crime
spending an afternoon with this kid.
From start to finish, Fang Mu sat in silence, reading through the materials. At first, Tai Wei patiently assumed a posture of being ready to listen attentively at any time. However, as time dragged on, his shoulders grew painfully sore, and he became antsy. Stretching out his limbs, he leaned comfortably against the bleachers and gazed around, bored out of his mind.
The court where Fang Mu had just been shooting hoops was now occupied by several other young men. They looked not much older than twenty, 20 and spared nothing as they sprinted up and down the court, fighting for the ball, yelling with excitement, and occasionally arguing loudly about whether a foul had been committed or a point counted. Watching their energetic play, Tai Wei couldn't help but think back to his days studying at the police academy, and gradually the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
Suddenly he realized that the person sitting beside him was also a young student, just like the carefree boys now running the court, and yet how dissimilar they were! It was as if there was some mark on him that made him totally different from all the people around him. Once more, Tai Wei couldn't help but turn and look at Fang Mu.
He was reading very slowly. His head bent over, his eyes focused nonstop on the photographs, crime scene reports, and autopsy reports in his hands. Every now and then he glanced up, and Tai Wei, thinking he was about to say something, would look at him hopefully. But Fang Mu just stared at the distant scenery, not saying a word, and then a moment later would drop his head and continue poring over the data. Tai Wei noticed that he was paying particular attention to a few of the crime scene photographs.
Finally, Fang Mu stood up and let out a deep breath. He removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and handed the sheaf of papers back to Tai Wei, who was staring at him.
"The person you're looking for is male, between twenty-five- and thirty-five-years-old, under five-feet nine-inches, and probably rather thin."
Tai Wei stared at him. Several seconds passed before he couldn't bear it any longer: "That's it?"
"That's it."
Tai Wei felt greatly disappointed. He had originally thought that Fang Mu's analysis would be just as Ding Shucheng claimed—a specific, detailed description of the killer's appearance, living circumstances, and family background, but the verdict Fang Mu had just given was brief and entirely ambiguous. And to be honest, it really didn't offer any valuable new clues; given the brutality of the crimes, the perpetrator was almost certain to be male, and the vast majority of serial killers are less than 40-year-old. As for the suspect's height and weight, both could be determined by footprints found at the crime scenes. And since there was also evidence of a struggle between the killer and his victims, he probably wasn't all that strong.
"Based on the reports and photographs, that's all I can see," said Fang Mu, seemingly aware of what Tai Wei was thinking. However, a moment later he added, "I also feel like this guy has some kind of mental problem, but as for what this problem is, I can't say for certain."
Humph , thought Tai Wei, even an idiot could see this killer’s a psycho!
"Being a psycho and having a psychological disorder are not the same."
Tai Wei's mouth nearly dropped open—it was clear that in less than a minute Fang Mu had already seen through him twice. To conceal his surprise, he stood up and extended his hand toward the young man.
"All right, then. Thanks for the help. If we need your assistance on something else, we'll contact you. See you later."
Fang Mu grasped Tai Wei's hand. The young man's hand was cold—Tai Wei couldn't even feel a hint of warmth.
"It would be best if we don't see each other again."
"Oh?" Tai Wei's eyebrows rose.
"If we see each other again, it means someone else has died."
Tai Wei opened his mouth to respond, however
From start to finish, Fang Mu sat in silence, reading through the materials. At first, Tai Wei patiently assumed a posture of being ready to listen attentively at any time. However, as time dragged on, his shoulders grew painfully sore, and he became antsy. Stretching out his limbs, he leaned comfortably against the bleachers and gazed around, bored out of his mind.
The court where Fang Mu had just been shooting hoops was now occupied by several other young men. They looked not much older than twenty, 20 and spared nothing as they sprinted up and down the court, fighting for the ball, yelling with excitement, and occasionally arguing loudly about whether a foul had been committed or a point counted. Watching their energetic play, Tai Wei couldn't help but think back to his days studying at the police academy, and gradually the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
Suddenly he realized that the person sitting beside him was also a young student, just like the carefree boys now running the court, and yet how dissimilar they were! It was as if there was some mark on him that made him totally different from all the people around him. Once more, Tai Wei couldn't help but turn and look at Fang Mu.
He was reading very slowly. His head bent over, his eyes focused nonstop on the photographs, crime scene reports, and autopsy reports in his hands. Every now and then he glanced up, and Tai Wei, thinking he was about to say something, would look at him hopefully. But Fang Mu just stared at the distant scenery, not saying a word, and then a moment later would drop his head and continue poring over the data. Tai Wei noticed that he was paying particular attention to a few of the crime scene photographs.
Finally, Fang Mu stood up and let out a deep breath. He removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and handed the sheaf of papers back to Tai Wei, who was staring at him.
"The person you're looking for is male, between twenty-five- and thirty-five-years-old, under five-feet nine-inches, and probably rather thin."
Tai Wei stared at him. Several seconds passed before he couldn't bear it any longer: "That's it?"
"That's it."
Tai Wei felt greatly disappointed. He had originally thought that Fang Mu's analysis would be just as Ding Shucheng claimed—a specific, detailed description of the killer's appearance, living circumstances, and family background, but the verdict Fang Mu had just given was brief and entirely ambiguous. And to be honest, it really didn't offer any valuable new clues; given the brutality of the crimes, the perpetrator was almost certain to be male, and the vast majority of serial killers are less than 40-year-old. As for the suspect's height and weight, both could be determined by footprints found at the crime scenes. And since there was also evidence of a struggle between the killer and his victims, he probably wasn't all that strong.
"Based on the reports and photographs, that's all I can see," said Fang Mu, seemingly aware of what Tai Wei was thinking. However, a moment later he added, "I also feel like this guy has some kind of mental problem, but as for what this problem is, I can't say for certain."
Humph , thought Tai Wei, even an idiot could see this killer’s a psycho!
"Being a psycho and having a psychological disorder are not the same."
Tai Wei's mouth nearly dropped open—it was clear that in less than a minute Fang Mu had already seen through him twice. To conceal his surprise, he stood up and extended his hand toward the young man.
"All right, then. Thanks for the help. If we need your assistance on something else, we'll contact you. See you later."
Fang Mu grasped Tai Wei's hand. The young man's hand was cold—Tai Wei couldn't even feel a hint of warmth.
"It would be best if we don't see each other again."
"Oh?" Tai Wei's eyebrows rose.
"If we see each other again, it means someone else has died."
Tai Wei opened his mouth to respond, however
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