Chapter Two: Three Million for an Old Mirror

The door opened a hand's width. Chenzhou swung the keyboard. Its aluminum frame struck the intruder's wrist. Chenzhou slammed an electric burglar alarm against the frame; blue current cracked, and the man in the cap fell into the corridor. A miniature injector rolled from his pocket. The label said short-term sedative, but the liquid shone an unnatural silver. When Chenzhou touched it, memory opened. In a windowless office, ClearSea chairman Gu Changgeng pushed a case across a desk. “Recover the ticket. If the buyer saw too much, make him forget tonight.” The intruder hesitated. “The amnesia compound isn't approved.” “Tomorrow he won't even remember why he lost his job. Who will believe his complaint?” [READ: 183 WORDS. REMAINING: 999,355.]