The afterglow of the camera flashes still burned against his retinas as Lin Mo stood in the empty backstage corridor, the lining of his suit soaked through with cold sweat. Three minutes ago, when Su Yuqing had stormed into the press conference in ten-centimeter heels and slammed a flash drive onto the technical desk, he had clearly seen traces of blood beneath her fingernails.
"System reboot complete," a mechanical voice suddenly rang out beside his ear. "Warning: Host's adrenaline levels have exceeded the safety threshold."
Lin Mo punched the fire hydrant, and fine beads of water began to seep from the dent in the metal. The encrypted file the old housekeeper sent at dawn, the fire report from his mother-in-law's lab, the photo of Chen Hao and Su Zhiyuan taken twenty years ago—all these fragments were frantically rearranging themselves on the system’s holographic display.
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