Death Notice - Softcover

Haohui, Zhou

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0525435948 ISBN 13: 9780525435945

Verlag: Anchor Books, 2019

Inhaltsangabe

“Fiendishly inventive.” 
—The Wall Street Journal

Chengdu, China: The vibrant capital of Sichuan Province is suddenly held hostage when a shocking manifesto is released by an anonymous vigilante known as Eumenides. It is a bold declaration of war against a corrupt legal system, with Eumenides acting as judge and executioner. The public starts nominating potential targets, and before long hundreds of names are added to his kill list.

Eumenides's cunning game has only just begun. First, he publishes a “death notice,” announcing his next target, the crimes for which the victim will be punished, and the date of the execution. The note is a deeply personal taunt to the police. Everyone knows who is going to die and when it's going to happen, but the police fail to stop the attack. The 4/18 Task Force, an elite group of detectives and specialists, is assembled to catch Eumenides before he strikes again. In the process, they discover alarming connections to an eighteen-year-old cold case, and they find out that some members of the team have much to hide.

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ZHOU HAOHUI is regarded as one of the top three suspense authors in China today. The Death Notice trilogy is China's bestselling work of suspense fiction to date. The online series based on these novels has received more than 2.4 billion views and achieved almost legendary status among Chinese online dramas. He lives in Yangzhou, in China's Jiangsu province.

Zac Haluza is a freelance translator and writer from the United States. He currently lives in Shanghai.

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Death Notice

A Novel

By Zhou Haohui, Zac Haluza

Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group

Copyright © 2019 Zhou Haohui
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-525-43594-5

Chapter One: An Impending Storm

OCTOBER 19, 2002. 3:45 P.M.

CHENGDU, SICHUAN PROVINCE

A chill had seeped into the air during the Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations in September, and it had only deepened as the weeks passed. The last several days had seen constant rain and plummeting temperatures. A mist-laced wind whipped and howled past the city’s high-rises and through its streets, spreading a cold misery through the air. It may have been a Saturday afternoon in Chengdu, but the glum weather had already stripped the provincial capital of its characteristic energy.

Zheng Haoming sprinted out of the taxi, forgetting all about the umbrella resting on the vehicle’s floor. He dashed to the sidewalk and darted into a doorway marked SKYLINE CYBER CAFÉ.

Unlike the sparsely populated streets outside, the internet café was bustling. The shop had always enjoyed a steady stream of customers, as it was located within walking distance of several universities. The café’s pudgy owner stood behind the front desk, flanked by two employees in their early twenties. His last check of the register had come up short, and until he finished reviewing the entire month’s security footage, this red-faced man was determined to witness every transaction that took place inside his establishment. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed Zheng hurrying through the door. A middle-aged man was a rare sight here.

Zheng’s clothes were soaked. His hair was tangled in knots. He placed a bag onto the counter, then fished out a slip of paper from one of its pockets and handed it to the owner. His hoarse voice betrayed a touch of fatigue.

“Look up this address,” Zheng ordered. “Tell me which computer it belongs to.”

The plump owner recognized the string of numbers on the slip, as they fell within the range of IP addresses used by the café’s terminals. However, he regarded the piece of paper with an indifferent glance.

“Why should I?” he replied with a cold, disdainful look.

“Just be quiet, and give me the information!”

The owner shrank back from Zheng’s scorching gaze. The older man’s outburst startled a nearby network administrator as well; the young woman’s bright black eyes swiveled toward the source of the commotion. The owner felt a raw wound where his pride once was.

Zheng appeared to be on the verge of losing his temper. He took out what appeared to be a wallet, unfolded it, and slapped it on the counter.

“I’m a police officer!” he hissed.

The owner looked down, and he immediately sucked in his breath. A badge decorated in red, blue, and gold was mounted inside the upper flap. Below it, protected by a shield of transparent plastic, was a card displaying the man’s picture, name, and rank. He swallowed bitterly and handed the slip of paper to the girl beside him.

“Lin, look this up for Sergeant Zheng.”

The girl compared the address with the others on the server’s control monitor. “It’s in the second row,” she announced a moment later. “Sixth from the left.”

Zheng glanced at the young man seated at that particular computer. He appeared to be around twenty years old, and his hair was dyed red.

“How long has he been there?”

“Since noon. He’s been on for almost five hours.”

Zheng removed a digital camera from his bag. He pointed it at the customer and tapped the shutter button until he had taken ten photographs. Within the clamor of the café, the young man was so absorbed in his virtual world that he did not even notice the stranger taking pictures.

The digital camera beeped. The officer checked the device and saw that its memory was full.

He breathed a sigh of gentle relief, as though he had just completed an important task. Over the past two weeks, he had visited every single internet café in the city, and he had taken over three hundred photographs of the customers inside. Yet he had no idea whether any of his efforts would make any difference.

Come on, just go and see him. It’s been eighteen years, Zheng thought. It’s time.

He left the Skyline Cyber Café and trudged down the sidewalk with a new destination in mind. The wind clawed at his cheeks, and he ducked into the collar of his thin jacket. A fragrant blast of steam from a nearby wonton stall rolled over his face, providing a welcome contrast.

For the first time he realized how truly empty Chengdu’s downtown streets had become over the past few weeks. He felt exposed now. Vulnerable. The feeling was as unfamiliar as it was unsettling. A few cold droplets of rain landed on his neck, and he tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress a shiver.

I’m waiting.

Those words made Zheng Haoming’s blood run cold. Eighteen years ago, he thought he had escaped from this nightmare. Now he wondered if it had ever ended in the first place.



10:17 P.M.

A streetlight flickered over the neighborhood’s north entrance, illuminating a ten-foot gap set between two cement walls. The wide metal gate stood open. Zheng had tried the east entrance first, but the gate there had rusted shut. He aimed his flashlight at the wall on the left. Three characters had been etched into the cement.

“Meiyuan Cun,” Zheng murmured to himself.

Plum Orchard Village. It sounded pleasant enough, but Zheng, who had grown up in this city, knew this place by a different name. Touyoupo Cao, in the local Sichuan dialect. The Cockroach Nest.

After two minutes of navigating the development’s narrow and confusing lanes, Zheng felt like a rat in a maze. Dilapidated single-story apartment buildings boxed him in on every side. A sickly glow flickered from the dim, shattered streetlamps, and an unnerving odor of mildew filled the air.

The rain continued. A layer of sludge glistened upon the pavement. Raw sewage, maybe. Possibly vomit. Ignoring the filth of his surroundings, Zheng walked up to a cramped building. He checked the address and rapped his knuckles three times against the wooden door.

“Who’s there?” From inside the apartment, the weak voice rasped against Zheng’s eardrums, sending pins and needles across his scalp.

After weighing his options, Zheng chose the most direct response.

“Police.”

He heard soft footsteps from inside. Seconds later, the wooden door opened. In the room’s faint light, a grim figure stood before him.

The officer had prepared himself for this moment, yet he still felt himself grimacing with suppressed disgust. He stood face-to-face with a human gargoyle. Of course he had come on a night like this.

Scars the color of mud marked the man’s hairless scalp. As Zheng studied the craggy features of his face, he could not spot a single patch of intact skin. The man’s eyes were askew, and a large chunk was missing from his nose. His upper lip was split at the center, giving him a rabbit-like appearance.

Zheng drew a deep breath. “Huang Shaoping.”

The gnarled man shivered, and he stared at his visitor.

“Are you . . . Officer...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Anchor Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2019
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0525435948
• ISBN 13: 9780525435945
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 301
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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