Chapter Three: Confession Does Not Mean Lightness

Officials still called the phenomenon unknown physics, but the phrase stolen choice dominated every feed. Only the wedding ring at the bottom of Riverside Mansion’s elevator shaft remained eighteen hundred kilograms. “Zhao still has a secret,” Xu said while strapping Lin’s shoulder, “or the ring recognizes more than one owner.” That evening, an old man calling himself Qiao Three-Scales visited Lin in the hospital. He offered a black card printed with a tilted balance. “People underground will pay you to say why an object is heavy,” he said. “More will pay to ensure you never touch theirs.” Lin refused the card. Qiao set it on the bedside tray, and the paper bent stainless steel.