13:35
The basement is dimly lit, the air thick with dust and the scent of old paper.
The computer screen, after Lin Yi's video ends, displays a countdown:
[00:10:00]
Shen Yan looks at the screen, his voice low:
"Time's running out. We need to move faster."
Qi Si picks up a yellowed letter, which reads:
"The price of truth is choice, and every choice has consequences."
I look at them, a sense of unease rising in my chest.
"Are we really ready to face the truth?"
13:40
We begin to search the basement for clues.
Shen Yan examines the files on the computer, Qi Si flips through the old books on the shelves, and I find a sealed safe in the corner.
The safe has a numeric lock with four digits.
I try Lin Yi's birthday, but there's no response.
Shen Yan walks over, looking at the safe:
"This password might be related to the experiment."
Qi Si looks up:
"Or it might be related to us."
I'm stunned, thinking:
"Related to us?"
13:45
Shen Yan suddenly stops, his gaze fixed on a photo.
The photo shows Lin Yi and me at the orphanage, with a line written on the back:
"The real choice isn't on paper, but in the heart."
I look at the photo and suddenly understand something.
"I know the password."
I enter four digits:
1-7-2-9.
The safe opens, revealing a thick journal and a plane ticket.
The last page of the journal reads:
"Truth is not the end, but a new beginning."
The destination on the ticket is:
[Antarctica]
13:50
Shen Yan picks up the journal, his voice tinged with shock:
"Antarctica? Why there?"
Qi Si looks at the ticket, his eyes filled with anticipation:
"Maybe the truth really is there."
I take the journal, thinking:
"A new beginning..."
I look up at them:
"We go to Antarctica."
13:55
We step out of the basement, the lighthouse beam rotating in the night sky.
Shen Yan pockets the journal, and Qi Si hands over Lin Yi's copper key.
I look at the lighthouse, thinking:
"The price of truth is endless choices."
We stand on the rocks, waves crashing against the stones, deafening.
"Round two is over," I say.
Shen Yan nods, Qi Si smiles.
The three of us, like three nails polished by seawater, are nailed at the junction of night and dawn.
Chapter 20, end.