Chapter Four: Two Su Mians

The other woman pressed Play. Xiao Qiao's halting confession came from the phone. Over two years, He Yuanshan had made her alter six resuscitation records: backdating orders, adding absent doctors to rosters. The latest belonged to the old woman who had died during my shift. Original logs remained in a hospital backup partition that only He's iris authorization could erase. “He sent her down to delete them,” my double said. “Then he planned to make her jump.” Behind the curtain was a maintenance window opening onto a twenty-foot equipment shaft. A suicide note lay on the sill in a perfect copy of Xiao Qiao's handwriting. Wenchuan bagged it with gloved hands. “This isn't evidence collection. It's kidnapping.”