Wednesday at 12 noon.
Public parking outside the north gate. Three floors underground.
There are almost no cars on the B3 floor. This is the bottom of the parking lot, and the lights are dim, with only a few emergency lights glowing white. The air smelled of damp concrete.
Cheng Yu arrived five minutes early. He left his cell phone, tablet, and all electronic devices in the dormitory. I only had the "white" pen and a notebook with me.
He stood behind the pillar on the B3 floor, waiting.
Twelve past three. The stairwell door rang.
Footsteps came down the stairs. Take your time.
The right foot is a few tenths of a second longer than the left foot.
Zhou Qiming walked into the B3 floor.
