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Her husband, Lu Zeduan, died in a car accident, and the police hastily closed the case as “a single-vehicle accident caused by slippery roads in the rain.” Lin Xu refused to believe it. The speed limit on that stretch was 40, and her husband had been driving for eight years. He couldn’t have lost control.

Using 20,000 chat messages, 700 voice recordings, and 4,000 photos from her husband’s life, she trained an AI consciousness. On its third day online, “he” said, “Honey, the person who saw me off that day was your best friend, Song Wan. She said you were at the hospital.”

Song Wan was Lin Xu’s closest friend.

Lin Xu didn’t call the police. She told the AI to keep “remembering.” Clue by clue, the truth came out: a tampered itinerary, deleted chat records, and a large transfer with no clear explanation. She would make Song Wan confess with her own lips, using the AI as a blade to cut through her friend’s perfect mask.