Chapter Three: A Debunk Is Still a Repost

“But every revision must leave one sample behind. The boss was the first. The streamer is the second. Who will you choose as the third?” An invitation was attached. It gave the address of a data center on the west side of the city, abandoned seven years earlier. The time was midnight tomorrow. The sender was the Consensus Desk. Before Lin Mo could close it, the invitation turned itself over, revealing a security-camera image. It showed his apartment. Qiao Qi stood by the whiteboard. Lin Mo sat at the table. In the shadows behind them stood a man in a suit. Lu Chen. Words appeared under the image as Lin Mo watched: “Don’t come. Everyone here has been written by you.”