Chapter Two: An 874,000-Yuan Key

With Wanxing's forehead centimeters from the windshield, a thought flared inside her: this accident will take us to Mist-Locust Lane. She believed it. The truck clipped their rear bumper and shoved them through a narrow side street. Old walls opened like curtains. At the end stood a rusted sign: MIST-LOCUST LANE. Jibai stared at the second black star now burned into her palm. “What did you just do?” “Made a wish?” “Wishes don't leave probability burns.” He caught her wrist, his fingers cold. “Don't trust good outcomes so casually.” “Director Gu told me to.” “Director Gu trusts useful outcomes.” For the first time he sounded like a person rather than a corporate handbook. Before Wanxing could ask more, he released her and got out.