
Blind Spot Pendulum
by Yanzhi
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The city is eating its own shadow. When the glass curtain walls of Linjiang New District reflect the 86,400th sunrise, the gas pipelines in the old city are leaking two million cubic meters of rusty water. The nanorobots in the genetic diagnosis and treatment center flow in the veins of the elite, while the wild cats in the abandoned cotton mills are still licking the oil from thirty years ago. People say that this is the labor pain of the times, until one day the labor pain begins to ooze human blood. We met at midnight when the heavy rain washed away the impure sins. He held the final letter from the deceased's sister, and I held the recording of Master's last phone call. The moment a strong flashlight cut through the thick darkness, thirty-seven layers of unsolved cases were silently and spontaneously combusted in the evidence room. The nanoscale code emerging from the ashes was playing a requiem in the blood of two million citizens. Now, feel the vein on the inside of your wrist. Don't be alarmed if you feel the squirming movement of tiny metals; they are just fetal movements during childbirth in the new world. Just when the triangle mark appears on the skin of the person next to you, remember to open this book - in the area bordering the blind spot of surveillance and the blind spot of memory, Zhou Yan and I left behind all the bloody truth. After all, in this shadow-devouring city, even death will rust.
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