In the afternoon, at five o'clock, the sky had darkened, and fine snowflakes drifted through the air with the strong wind.
Shen Qiang and Xiu Ju sat in the car, listening to Ali's voice coming through the phone.
"This man's name is Ji Wei. His ID shows he is fifty-two years old, but he looks like he's in his early thirties. He has been working here for twenty-seven years, mainly dealing with blood collection and storage."
"He hasn't been promoted in twenty years, a good-natured man with very little status at the blood station clinic, including delivering blood at night, and even incinerating expired blood products himself."
"He's not married, has no children, owns a 52 square meter apartment in the Red Queen District, earns less than four thousand a month, and has a regularly licensed bent beam motorcycle. He seems very clean and gentlemanly. If it weren't for his ID, I'd think he was an energetic middle-aged man."
