Chapter Two: Migration Confirmation

“You pressed Confirm. The internet excels at turning extraction into a convenient button.” She told him to meet at the abandoned Nanqiao Station with the oldest device on which he had used the password. “Don't tell Han Ce. His follow wasn't a coincidence.” Back at Cheng's desk, Han rested a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing is worse than a résumé outgrowing its owner. The company can always find someone suitable to take over.” At noon, Cheng retrieved his decade-old silver laptop and met Xu behind a maintenance door. The station smelled of rust. An advertising light box had a missing corner, exactly like the post. The laptop started with its clock frozen on April 17 ten years ago and connected itself to a nonexistent hotspot: MIRROR-SEED.