Three years after the Panhuahai Reef case, a rainy night in Bala swallowed the final gunshot. Zhang Haixia’s wheelchair toppled, and a blade flashed before his eyes. A sharp chime from a copper bell tore through the killer’s eardrums. The one who dragged him into the darkness was a girl who could not speak. Her name was Lin Xiw u, the only survivor to escape the hold of the Nanan. She had followed the sound of Chen Xifeng’s footsteps here. She could not speak, but her ears remembered everything: the killer’s pace, the direction of the current, and the breathing of the Great Evil God. She thought she was hunting down her enemy, but instead she met an archivist trapped in a wheelchair just like her. One recorded the truth, the other listened in silence.
