Chapter Four: A Portrait of Someone Who Does Not Exist

The word *recover* cut deeper than WORK ZERO. After sunrise, Lin Mo refused both the hospital and every interview. He rented an abandoned printworks near the entrance to Qixia Street and moved in the scorched Night Screen, Zhou Yuan's portrait, and the childhood photograph. Qi Xia touched the photo. All she could read was one sentence repeating endlessly: “Do not let Daylight sign your work.” “What is Daylight?” “The Daylight Archive. They do not preserve history. They preserve ways to erase it.” She looked outside. “Three million people remembered me last night. They will send more than two assistants next time.” Lin's phone rang. Gu Wenzhou. “Do not stream tonight,” Gu said. “You have won enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life.”