Red Mandarin Dress

motive,” Yu said in shock, trying to grasp the full meaning of the sudden revelation. “But as an attorney, he could have taken his revenge in a different way.”
    “For some reason, he didn’t do so. I think it could be the exact circumstances of her death. It was unbearable for him to relive the nightmare, so he adopted a different approach. He was behind others’ complaints, I believe, including the letters sent to the cadre in the city government.”
    “Including the pictures of his ex-wife, and perhaps more,” Yu said, nodding. “The pieces are coming together. The old-fashioned, custom-tailored mandarin dress. And one other thing: ‘Red Flag in the Cultural Revolution’ was the name of the Worker Rebel organization Tian belonged to. The ad in the newspaper was put in by someone so named. And the location of the first crime too—opposite the music institute. Still, he could have killed Jasmine a long time ago, couldn’t he?”
    “He could have, but for him, one quick blow might not have been as satisfying as a long series of blows.”
    “That may be true, but then why kill Jasmine now, all of a sudden?”
    “I don’t have an answer yet. Only a guess—”
    “And why all the other girls?”
    “Several possible explanations occur to me, but at the moment, I have only a tentative theory, not even a complete one.”
    “Fine, your tentative theory.”
    “Orphaned by his mother’s death, Jia grew up with revenge as the one and only purpose in his life. He chose to settle the score in his own way.”
    “You killed my mother,” Yu commented, “I kill your daughter.”
    “Also, it’s more than just his mother’s tragic death. Jia was too traumatized to live a normal life—”
    “What do you mean?”
    “A normal life as a man. He can’t have sex with a woman. So Tian has been a curse to Jia and his mother as much as Jia was to Tian and Jasmine. An attempt to exact revenge similar to the original suffering can be cathartic, but revenge takes its own toll.”
    “Can you specify for me here, Chief?”
    “It’s a long story.” Chen pulled over the briefcase but didn’t open it. “Suffice it to say that the scene of Tian having sex with his mother unmanned him. It was a hellish life for him, as you can imagine. He wanted his foes to suffer just like that too. In his original plan, things would eventually lead to the depraved destruction of Jasmine, but the prospect of her marrying someone and leaving for the United States triggered his killing. He had to complete his revenge. Of course, that’s just a scenario. A lot of things in this case may not be accounted for rationally.”
    “Whatever the correct scenario is, we have to do something now,” Yu said. “If it is him, he may strike again—”
    There was another knock on the door. This time it was Xia, who came in carrying a covered bamboo basket.
    “You and your partner haven’t had lunch yet,” she said.
    The bamboo basket contained several dainty dishes: peeled shrimps fried with green tea leaves, squid braised with pork, cherries of frog legs, and a green vegetable Yu couldn’t name. In addition, there were two small bowls of thick noodle soup.
    “It’s so thoughtful of you, Xia,” Chen said.
    “Oh, there’s something for you,” she said, putting a tiny envelope into his hand. “A VIP card. So you will come here again.”
    Yu wondered what was really in the envelope, having noticed her fingers squeeze Chen’s.
    “The transparent noodles are not bad, but too short. You have to use a spoon instead,” Yu commented after she left the room. “How did you come to know her?”
    “Well, what you call transparent noodles are shark fins. A small bowl like this costs five or six hundred Yuan, but you don’t have to worry about it,” Chen said, putting a spoonful into his mouth. “How did I come to know her? She is one of the last missing links in the long chain.”
    “What do you mean, Chief?”
    “She used to be Jia’s girlfriend. They parted because of his impotence.”
    “So it’s not just a guess or scenario, but a fact,” Yu said, putting the bowl down on the table. “Now that really fits. He stripped the girls without having sex with them. What are we waiting for? It’s Thursday afternoon.”
    “The trial for the housing development case is tomorrow,” Chen said. “At this moment, any rupture could be seen as sabotage against the trial.”
    “Hold on—tomorrow is the date for the housing development