Chapter Two: The Woman Everyone Forgot

Wen did not. She lifted the photograph and examined the strange woman holding her with easy intimacy. “You forge a team photograph and approach an artist. What do you want?” Jianwei produced the camera. The images on its screen were normal too. Their creation times, marked midnight last night, had changed to 10:41 p.m. The evidence had healed over. “I saw the photographs change,” she said, hearing how absurd it sounded. “After midnight, your expressions were different. Her name appeared in the mirror. The pictures predicted you would forget her.” “So you prepared a ghost story in advance?” “No.” “Last night you also took a photograph without my permission and claimed to delete it.” Wen stepped closer.