Chapter Two: Three Million for an Old Mirror

Seventeen people have disappeared.” The elevator mirror reflected them—and a third person in white standing beside Qiao Mi. When Chenzhou turned, only the two of them were present. The white-clad figure in the reflection raised a finger to his lips. The floor number jumped from ninety-seven to eighty-three. Qiao Mi looked down at her card in confusion. “Strange. What was I saying?” The gray mark in Chenzhou's palm burned. [EXTERNAL MEMORY OVERWRITE DETECTED. WRITE REJECTED. SOURCE: ADMINISTRATOR CODE SEVEN.]