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Criminal Psychology - Chapter 1

Published at 7th of August 2019 11:33:22 PM

Chapter 1

A World of Sand 1


Chun Shui Street was an old street in the southwest part of Hong Jing .

This street wasn’t that different from other bustling streets in the big city, and the shops spread from one end to the other .

At dusk, near nightfall, the streets grew even more lively .

At a fish stall, a crucian carp was caught in a plastic basin . It tried to swim away but was still fished out .

Wang Chun Hua was almost 60 this year, and she was no different from the other middle-aged women in the city . She had just gotten her perm at the barber next door . Now she bought a Crucian Carp on the way home to make fish stew for her grandson .

“Ten yuan! ten yuan and not another cent, ah!” She took out a worn ten yuan bill from her wallet and handed it over to the seller forcefully . She was proud to save some small change and smoothed her hair with her hand .

A voice from the radio, accompanied by the usual static, filled the surroundings .

The fish stall owner shook his head helplessly and put the money into the pocket of his apron . He turned the radio’s volume up with his wet hand .

“We now announce an emergency news broadcast . ” The female announcer paused for a moment then continued with her slightly restrained voice, “The big typhoon, Yun Na, will reach our city the night of the 12th . The Meteorology Bureau reminds you now, from this evening, citizens should go out as little as possible . ”


When Wang Chun Hua received the fish, she happened to hear this and turned her gaze to the sky .

As if to prove the announcer’s words, dark clouds covered the setting sun, and the sky soon turned dark .

The carp in her plastic bag struggled .

The fruit vendor of shop No . 18 also lifted his head and looked up at the gray sky .

As if sensing the rain in the atmosphere, he picked up half a basket of rotten apples and pour it into the basket of most expensive Hua Niu apples .

The rotten fruits fell like torrential rain, and several fell out of the basket and rolled farther and farther away on the gray sidewalk .

A leather shoe with thick soles stepped on one without hesitation . The apple burst, and the juice spilled onto the sidewalk .

“Oh, is it good quality?” Wang Chun Hua raised her foot to look at the fruit she had stepped on . She kicked it with a disgusted expression, “I almost slipped!”

The vendor didn’t speak and carried the apples back to his store with his head hung low .


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When the man didn’t apologize, Wang Chun Hua suddenly got angry . Just as she was about to walk away, she saw the owner frantically dumping the rotten apples in with the expensive ones . She remembered all the rumors she heard about this kind of shop, and her breath became erratic .

“Rotten apples being sold along with good apples, your conscious is really broken, ah!” She ran to the fruit stand and jabbed an apple, raising her voice .

The vendor didn’t reply but blushed and stared at her with a pair of blood-shot eyes .

Wang Chun Hua cleared her throat, preparing to taunt the vendor when a breeze blew past .

The wind was light, like the hair of a young maiden, a mother’s embrace .

It blew through Chun Hua’s hair, brushed her arms, and grazed her fingers . The next moment, she felt as if something fell from her hand .

She lowered her head and saw a finger on the ground .

Where did that finger come from?

The pain only then struck, and she shifted her gaze to her right hand where a huge, ugly wound now stared back at her .


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She wanted to cry for help but found she could not utter a single word . The vendor’s iron-like grip choked her by the throat, and a thin watermelon knife went to her mouth .

The fear was far more terrible than the physical pain . The vendor picked up the knife handle and made a slash . Her skin broke, and blood engulfed her eyesight . A beast-like panting was all that echoed in her ears .

The desire to survive would always be mankind’s strongest catalyst to reach their greatest potential . Wang Chun Hua pushed the vendor and tried to escape next door .

An old man sat in the shop . Wang Chun Hua could hardly see, and she only thought the surroundings were strangely quiet . She hunched down and tried to crawl into the threshold, but before she could reach the old man’s trouser hem, she was kicked down .

The expected pain didn’t come, so she gained the courage to look back .

Behind her, several men worked together to suppress the crazy vendor . Meanwhile, the onlookers wore frightened expressions while they whispered: “How could this happen?” “He’s usually okay,” or “Really couldn’t see he’s mentally ill, ah,” and so on .

Wang Chun Hua opened her mouth, wanting to speak but found that she could barely do that .

Her face and hands were covered in warm blood . She leaned on her elbow and tried to stand . But before she could steady herself, her knees buckled, and she staggered, bumping into the old man on the chair .

The old man toppled over without warning .


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Wang Chun Hua was shocked . After she steadied herself, she took two steps back and reached up to wipe the blood on her face .

The old man still maintained his posture even when toppled over, his grey hair neat and tidy, and his body clean . He wore an old, blue, mourning garment and looked like a strange, serene sculpture .

Wang Chun Hua held her breath and moved forward again . She poked the old man with her hand now missing the index finger and the old man sprawled onto the ground . A handful of white sand poured out of his trouser’s pocket like hundreds of white aphids swarming out .

The sunset reflected in the window and cast over the old man’s face . The shadow obscured half his face making it dark and the sun illuminated the other half, softening it a little . The old man died with a smile on his face .

Chun Shui Street was oddly quiet . Only the voice of the female announcer could be heard still softly repeating: “Police remind you to pay attention to safety while traveling, be alert…”

The magnetic voice carried over the entire block .

When all eyes focused on the old man, no one noticed a man wearing a cap lower the eaves of his cap and walk against the flow of the crowd .

Translator(s): Kuro
Editor(s): Lati, Bet

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