She checked the map. The sixth coordinate was the Hong Kong Central Library. And the seventh? She zoomed in. Her blood ran cold.
“The truth kills them,” Mira said.
“Chloe,” Mira said softly. “Close the file.” She checked the map
It’s Inspector Lo. He had been acting strangely. Mira confronts him. He breaks down: he had downloaded the PDF himself, months ago, while investigating the first death. He thought he was immune. But the notice had been nesting in his subconscious. He had been the one moving the pins, updating the map, guiding the students—not consciously, but through a series of “coincidences” and “hunches.” Felix Cartes hadn’t killed anyone. He had simply planted the seed. The victims killed themselves, and Lo guided them, because the map told him to. She zoomed in
The story ends with her phone ringing. A boy’s voice: “I downloaded the file. The Performance Plus one. I see the lines. But they’re different now. They lead to a park. There’s a bench. It says ‘sit here and rest.’” “Chloe,” Mira said softly