Actually, Gao Yang wasn't entirely sure it was Li Zhuanghu, but his intuition had always been spot on.

The burning auditorium behind them faintly illuminated the far end of the field.

There stood a group of black silhouettes, unmoving, looking from a distance like a field of cemetery crosses.

Among those "crosses," one silhouette flickered with a red light, blinking on and off like a ship's signal light at sea.