Chapter Three: Please Kill Me

Chenxing sat farthest from the window in a white shirt Jiming had provided. He read every line and signed. The black bag warmed when the ink touched paper. Zhou Lin ignored his pen. “I die in fourteen minutes. This has no purpose.” “How do you know?” “There is a countdown in my head. It began the moment I saw you.” “Why didn't you say so earlier?” “An investigator does not brief an unidentified anomaly.” “Have you identified me now?” “No. But you are more dangerous than either of them.” Zhiwei pushed the pen closer. “Then you should definitely sign.” He finally did. At 11:55, Jiming's investigation arrived. The South Huai properties had been scheduled for demolition seven years ago, but ownership approval canceled itself every time.