Profiler (Fang Mu Eastern Crimes Series Book 1) by Lei Mi

in his pocket. "Have a seat. I'll go get the prisoner."
    A few minutes, Fang Mu heard shackles dragging along the floor.
     
    Hobbling, Ma Kai was led into the room by Tai Wei and two guards. He kept his eyes on the floor the whole time. Bruises were visible on his newly shaved head. The guards placed him in the seat opposite Fang Mu. They were about shackle him to the chair when Fang Mu stopped them.
    "Take off his shackles," he said.
    "Absolutely not," said Tai Wei, his tone firm.
    Fang Mu took Tai Wei aside. "He has to be completely relaxed for me to get what I need," he said in a low voice.
    According to the available data, despite having lost his mother as a child, Ma Kai was a normal young man until the age of 26. After graduating high school he went straight to college, where the only blemish on his record was a single failed exam. Following his college graduation, he became a business manager at a small company, and although he rarely socialized, he displayed no sign of mental illness. He was even in a serious relationship, which ended for the normal reasons. In other words, if Ma Kai's ordinary, unexceptional life was really proceeding on the proper course until he turned 26, then something must have happened to him afterwards, something that changed him completely and ended the lives of four innocent people. 
    What Fang Mu wanted to know was also the chief question of the entire case: what happened to Ma Kai's mind in the past two years?
    "Not a chance," said Tai Wei. "This guy is extremely dangerous, and I'm responsible for your safety."
    "Nothing's going to happen. But on the outside chance something does, I'll just press the button."
    Tai Wei gave Fang Mu a long look. Then he signaled to the guards that they could remove the prisoner's shackles. A moment later Tai Wei walked over to Ma Kai and stood directly in front of him.
    "Behave yourself!" he snapped fiercely. "You hear me?"
    Once Tai Wei and the two guards exited through the iron door, Fang Mu returned to his seat at the table. He opened his notebook and switched on his tape recorder.
    "Your name is Ma Kai, yes? Hi, I'm from the behavioral science department at the city bureau." Fang Mu had been about to say he was from the local TV station, but at the last second decided to switch identities.
    Ma Kai made no response; just continued to hang his head.
    "Are you able to hear me?" asked Fang Mu, raising his voice. At the same time, he made sure his tone remained calm. "Ma Kai, please lift your head."
    Very slowly, Ma Kai looked up.
    Fang Mu held his breath.
    My God, what kind of eyes are these? Under the too-bright incandescent lights overhead, Ma Kai's eyes looked ashen, as if there were no pupils, as if they were just a pair of tombs set in his face. They held not a shred of life.
    A graveyard, deathly still and cloaked in mist. Bare branches swaying in the wind. Crumbling structures, vaguely discernible in the distance. In a flash, Fang Mu felt himself transported into a waking dream, one from which he could not escape. Faint sounds filled his ears: the mournful squawk of crows, the peal of the funeral bells.
    Fang Mu and Ma Kai faced each other for several seconds. When at last Ma Kai dropped his head once more, Fang Mu let out a deep breath. 
    "The reason I've come today," said Fang Mu, doing his best to keep his voice calm, "is because I'm very interested in you. If you don't mind, I would like to speak with you about yourself and the things you've done."
    Still Ma Kai said nothing. His hands were clasped between his legs and Fang Mu noticed that he was swaying back and forth—slightly, though with a definite rhythm.
    He was trying to divert Fang Mu's attention.
    An instinctive defense mechanism.
    "You've been to college," said Fang Mu, "so perhaps you're aware that my opinion will not affect the verdict of your case." He now spoke very slowly. "But I can sense that inside you there is terrible pain. If you do not want this pain to torment you until