Chapter Four: A Portrait of Someone Who Does Not Exist

Su Tang herself soon joined the call, immaculately made up and professionally amused. “Shouldn't you ask permission before borrowing my popularity, Mr. Lin? I am very much alive. How do I not exist?” “What did you record beneath the museum on June nineteenth, seven years ago?” Her smile froze for half a second, then brightened. “I was not even a reporter then. Do not fall for his script, everyone.” An expert from the so-called Lan City Institute of Memory flooded the comments with claims that post-traumatic stress produced collective false memories. Hundreds of new accounts repeated the same line: Lin Mo was exploiting psychiatric patients.