Chapter Three: She Takes My Night Shift

There were no lights below. Wenchuan turned on his phone flashlight. The air smelled of bedding warmed by sun. At the far end of the corridor, a dark blue curtain stirred. Xiao Qiao was crying behind it. Then I heard my own voice. “Don't be afraid,” the other me said gently. “Tell me how many death records He Yuanshan made you alter for him.”