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A Yi - A Perfect Crime

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On a normal day in provincial China, a bored high-school student goes about his regular business. But hes planning the brutal murder of his only friend, a talented violinist. He invites her round, strangles her, stuffs her body into a washing machine and flees town. On the run, he is initially anxious, but soon he alerts the police to his whereabouts, surrenders to undercover agents in a pool bar, and sabotages all efforts by Chinas judiciary system, a steady stream of psychologists and his family to overturn the death penalty, all without ever showing a shred of remorse. A Perfect Crime

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A Yi

A Perfect Crime

A Beginning

I went to buy glasses today. I reached for a pair of sunglasses first, but the more you try to disguise yourself, the more you stick out, so I chose a pair of normal ones instead. Much better for diverting peoples attention. Theyd think I was short-sighted, and short-sighted people seem trustworthy.

I also bought some duct tape, which I wrapped around my hand. It was sticky stuff. It took ages for me to tear it off and get my hand clean again.

The days plans didnt originally include buying clothes, but somehow I found myself entering a shop, having taken pity on the owner. She was in her thirties, short, with a face grey like dried orange peel. Shed just been humiliated by a handsome customer. Everyone likes beautiful things, why shouldnt she want her own boutique? Well, thats what I thought, anyway. But I regretted it as soon as she looked up. Her eyes were submissive, unbearably so, and they trailed after me wherever I went. Just as I was about to leave she addressed me in a funny voice: Uncle, I do a good price. Elsewhere it might cost over a thousand. I sell it for a few hundred. Exactly the same stuff. Ive got everything you could want. She pulled out a T-shirt and continued. Try this on. If you dont, howll you know what it looks like? Try it first, we can talk money afterwards.

There was an edge to her voice. I headed for the mirror and held it up, but I couldnt see any noticeable difference to how I normally looked.

It really suits you, she said as I tossed it aside. What are you after, then?

You dont have what Im after.

I made for the door.

Try me.

I cant explain.

I walked out and she followed like a disappointed dog. Just at that moment, a suit walked past decked out in the latest fashions from the West, a pair of shiny leather shoes and a briefcase under his arm.

Do you have something like that? I said.

Yes, yes, she breathed.

Including the shoes and the briefcase?

The whole outfit.

I figured if I looked professional Id be trusted. I wouldnt get caught.

She went in and riffled around in a cardboard box, watching me all the while, scared that I might leave again. It was all there. She wasnt lying. Only the briefcase was brown. I carried the items into the changing room, tried them on and emerged to check how I looked in the mirror. I spotted some gel on the table.

Can I borrow a bit?

Of course. Go ahead.

I squeezed a blob into my hand and spread it through my hair so that it shone.

How old do I look now?

Twenty.

Tell me the truth.

Twenty-six, twenty-seven.

She couldnt decide if I was satisfied with her answer and looked on anxiously as I headed back to the changing room. The truth was I was still in school. Id be lucky to be taken for twenty-six.

I came out again and dumped the clothes to one side. I stared at her for about five seconds and then asked, How much?

She jumped up as if Id just thrown her a life jacket and started tapping on her calculator.

Ill give you the best discount. Usually itd be six hundred for the lot, but for you Ill do five eighty.

Too much.

The best I can do is knock off another twenty, otherwise I wont make any profit.

Still too much. I cant afford that.

Then you name a price.

I remembered Mas instructions: always cut the price in half. But I was even tougher.

Two hundred.

Too little.

Two hundred.

Uncle, be reasonable. Theyre yours for four hundred.

Ive only got two hundred.

If I sold all of that for two hundred I wouldnt have a business left. If you only want to buy one item, we can talk.

I started to leave. Behind me, nothing but silence. It was a strange feeling, like a nasty break-up after which no one is happy. The further I walked the more I believed her, but by then I was too embarrassed to look back. Just as I was about to turn the corner, just as I was certain Id lost my chance, I heard her call: Wait, wait! OK, for you two hundred.

I saw her waving at me. I waved back at her, smiled sardonically and then walked away.

I got what I wanted. I only had ten yuan on me anyway.

At 6.30 that evening, I returned to the military academy compound where I was living with my aunt and uncle. Mr He, our idiot neighbour, was just coming back. Thanks to the states military benefits, he lived a miserable life. The whole base was an empty tomb. Me and old Mr He were seemingly the only ones living there and yet the gate was guarded 24/7. The academy sent the latest recruits here as part of their military training and they executed their duties well, keeping their backs and limbs ironed stiff. I had been worried that the guards or Mr He might catch me, but they were all robotic fools anyway.

I followed old Mr He upstairs, waited until he shut his door and eased my aunts open. The shady spirits inside pounced, though I knew the apartment was filled only with nothingness.

I sat staring into space, not sure what to do next to execute my plan. I imagined how in three or five or fifty days I might be in prison. Apparently prisoners are taught a vocation. They spend their time inside working so that when they get out theyve got a trade as cobblers or carpenters, tailors or carvers. All Id ever learned to do was to masturbate. I went to my room and pulled across the curtains. It was over pretty quickly.

I drifted off, but before long I was awake and couldnt get back to sleep again. I had to find something to do. Deciding to take my chances, I turned on the light, pushed aside an empty cardboard box, moved some flowerpots, magazines and a vase with fake flowers and finally pulled away the tablecloth to reveal my aunts safe. I stuck the key in and tried to unlock it. After a while I switched off the light and kept trying: darkness sharpens my focus.

Auntie would go mad when she found out the safe had been emptied, of course, but I was going to need money if I was to have any hope of carrying it off. Maybe shed cry. Mind you, my aunt deserved it. Me and my family didnt owe her or my uncle a cent. The day it had been decided that I was to come to the city to live with them marked one of the most important business deals to have ever been struck in the history of our family. When they were young, Pa did better at school than my uncle, but only one of them could attend university and Pa let his brother go. While he ended up down a mine, getting lung cancer and dying. Someone had to shoulder the guilt, but my aunt was only ever a bus conductor. Its not like she could really take care of me. She always thought of herself as better than us just because she was born in the capital of our province. Ma sent me to live with her with bags full of presents from our home town, but Auntie gave them back, all proud, saying, Keep them, keep them. Things are difficult for you lot. I wanted to shout at her, My mas got more money than you! After I moved in, I used to spend my days curled up on the balcony. The whole thing was so humiliating, I wished I was dead. She would turn off the gas when I showered. Sometimes she would promenade up and down in her high heels while I was watching television. She didnt say I couldnt sit on the sofa exactly, but as soon as I got up she would be there, wiping it down. She was like a farmer looking for cow pats to fertilise her fields, and thats exactly what I was to her: a pile of shit.

Her attention had been diverted away from me recently, though. She and my uncle were building a new house and Auntie had to oversee it. Uncle, meanwhile, had been posted to another base, so I was often left on my own, which Id thought was going to be great. It would be a relief not to have my aunt breathing down my neck. But I quickly realised it doesnt matter where or how you live, the house always wins over you in the end.

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