Chapter Three: The White Platform

These screens are blocking every direction I can look.” “She knew we'd come,” Xu said. “She appeared on the other side before Zhao vanished.” “Or that wasn't the present version of her.” Someone had cut the construction gate's chain. Fresh tire tracks entered the tunnel. A yellow delivery box lay by the rails, noodles inside still steaming. Pools on the floor reflected a line of ceiling lamps, but when they looked up, the ceiling was dark. Lin left Qiongjing closed and followed the reflections. “When did you begin seeing things like this?” Xu asked. “After Chen's picture.” “No. You turned around in the elevator before that.”