Chapter Four: Two Blood Samples in a Silver Bell

Yutang's pistol was aimed not at Zhiwei, but at the camera beyond the fire door. One muted shot destroyed it. “Pier Seven at one,” Yutang said, tossing the bell onto the table. “Come if you want it authenticated.” “Why not now?” “Because Chengjun will kill whichever of us loses.” After she left, Zhiwei examined the bell. Dark crystals clung to its clapper beneath clear resin. “Not rust. Two dried blood samples. Someone made this evidence for two children.” At one, the pier's cold-storage building held a single light. Yutang brought the maternity ward duty log and demanded a three-party notarized examination with simultaneous upload.