*BRRRRIIINNNGGG—!!!*
The antiquated crimson telephone in the County Health Bureau Archives shrieked, a scalding needle piercing the stagnant air!
Sun Li, perched with crossed legs, crimson talons delicately holding a slender cigarette, leisurely touched up her lipstick in a compact mirror. The jarring clamor jolted her hand! A lurid gash of crimson streaked from lip corner to earlobe—a garish, bloody scar!
"Damnation! Who dares?!" She snatched the receiver, voice venomous. "Archives! State your purpose!"
A tremulous, tear-choked female voice pierced the line—the Bureau Office’s newest clerk:
"Li… Li-jie! Cataclysm! Utter cataclysm! The Municipal Party Committee… Organization Department… just transmitted an official transfer order! Yang… Yang Xiaochuan! He… he…"
"Yang Xiaochu
