Chapter Four: Two Identical Faces

“The photograph isn't changing,” she whispered. “The dream is correcting whoever looks at it.” She had Old Tang bring a portable scanner and obtained her childhood medical records. Her original chart listed type A blood. A page added after the fire said type O. The physician was dead, and the guarantor's signature was one hurried character: Zhou. Xinghe called Zhou Ce. “What was Zhou Mian's blood type?” Two seconds of silence. “You weren't meant to find that certificate.” “Your daughter died. Why were her records given to the child who lived?” “Because that night there were more names than lives.” Zhou's voice hardened. “Bring the fourth melody to the Nanchuan stop if you want answers. Stop purifying the fragments with your sing-alongs.