The Serial Cases Division, under the Special Investigations Department, is the Chinese version of the FBI, but its officers operate by a different set of rules.
They would have to, in order to hunt down monsters that roam on a land measuring close to ten million square kilometres and hide amongst more than a billion people.
They’re the ones making sure that when kids go to sleep, they don’t dream of a cannibal tearing off the flesh of six-year-old, that when women go out alone at night, they don’t run into the open arms of a depraved predator.
Better equipped and less constrained than the local officers, members of SCD operate outside the public eye, using tactics that are unconventional and sometimes controversial.
But they bring in results.
What makes a good serial killer?
Nurture or nature?
No one knows for sure.
He killed dozens, slaughtered entire families. Retirees, college students, executives. None was exempt.
Yet he didn’t think of himself as a serial killer.
After all, all the killings was because someone had told him to.
And no, he was not an assassin. At least assassins got paid.
He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
But what was he supposed to do?
After all, the person who’d taught and ordered him to kill, was the person who’d raised him.