"Play it again."
Tang Li Yue's voice was calm.
Too calm, perhaps, considering that everyone in the dining room had gone so still that even Chen Qiao seemed to have forgotten how to breathe dramatically.
Xu Ren sat beside the radio with one hand on the dial and the other on his notebook. The stolen records from Changping Grain Depot lay spread across the table in careful stacks. Major Lin stood to his right, arms folded, his face darker than it had been even during the escape. Professor Han sat opposite him, one hand resting on the file containing the second transfer list, the one with seven names and no destination.
Lu Chengran stood near the window.
Not too close.
Never directly framed by it.
