Chapter Four: A Portrait of Someone Who Does Not Exist

Eight million people were watching. In her apartment, the other Su removed her earrings and the final layer of her smile. “That is my voice,” she said. She opened a safe and removed a memory card hidden for seven years. “I never knew why I kept this. Now I remember.” The leader's expression broke. “Seal every exit.” Zhou Yuan grinned and buckled his helmet. “The exits are yours. The route is mine.” He kicked open the trapdoor and led Lin, Qi Xia, and the painted Su into the dark rail tunnel. Behind them, millions recorded one name together: Bai Yan. Beneath the Lan City Museum, an old man who appeared in no search result opened his eyes. Eleven drafts of the city lit up before him. On the twelfth, Lin Mo's face slowly appeared.