Todos los capítulos de TIME TO FALL IN LOVE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The siren didn’t wail; it chirped—short, aggressive bursts that signaled a perimeter breach rather than a general emergency. It was the sound of a search grid tightening.Jinyan’s hand, which had been hovering near Panni’s face, instantly dropped to Panni’s shoulder, shoving them down behind a stack of rusted oil drums. The tenderness of the split second before evaporated, replaced by cold, tactical precision.“That’s private security, not police,” Jinyan whispered, peering through the gap between the drums. “Police use sirens to clear traffic. Private security uses them to herd prey. They’re sweeping the yard.”Panni clutched the silver briefcase to their chest, heart hammering against the metal ribs of the case. “Elara acts fast. She must have flagged our exit from the train immediately. She didn’t need to track us; she just predicted the drop zone.”“Then we have to move faster than her prediction model,” Jinyan said, crouching low. “The maintenance shed is thirty yards out at two

The punishing exhaustion finally allowed Panni a profound sleep, a rest long denied by the relentless demands of their corporate empire. Inside the vast truck cab, the engine's drone and the rhythmic drumming of the rain settled into a strange, comforting lullaby. Even encased in the large, oil-smelling coveralls, Panni felt an odd sense of security anchored by Jinyan's presence.Panni awoke to the truck's shuddering halt. They stirred slowly, their muscles protesting from the violent impact of the railway embankment. Panni saw Jinyan looking at them, a slight, guarded frown on their face.“Rise and shine, ‘Useless’,” Jinyan greeted them, a trace of dry humor pulling at the corner of their mouth.Panni sat up, rubbing the fatigue from their eyes. “Where are we?”“A rest stop just before the Lumina Valley. We can ditch the truck here. I haven’t deviated from the original manifest yet. In ten minutes, I’ll send the kill signal to wipe the Macao ghost server. When I do, Elara will know w

And on the center table sat an old-fashioned typewriter, a shortwave radio, and a stack of black-and-white photographs.“She called it 'The Black Box',” Jinyan said. “It’s a collection of every piece of dirt my family ever gathered on your mentor. Elara didn't just appear out of nowhere, Panni. She has a history. A history she’s spent millions to delete from the internet.”Panni walked to the table, picking up one of the photos. It was a young woman, strikingly beautiful but with eyes as cold as ice, standing next to Jinyan’s father in front of a burning building.“She was a fixer,” Panni realized. “Before she was a hacker, she was a physical asset.”“She was my father’s mistress,” Jinyan corrected, their voice flat. “And when he tried to discard her, she didn't just sue him. She began the long game of dismantling him by training you.”The revelation hit Panni like a physical blow. “I was her weapon. I wasn't her protégé. I was her long-term investment to take down your father’s house

Panni leaned their head against Jinyan’s chest, listening to the steady, stubborn beat of their heart. The unresolved tension of the last few days—the "scope creep" of their hearts—felt like a physical weight in the darkness."Jinyan," Panni whispered, so low Elara couldn't hear. "If I give her a code, it has to be real enough to stop her men from just killing us the moment they reach the cellar. But the logic bomb... it’s real. I can’t stop it.""Then we're dead either way," Jinyan whispered back."Maybe not. There’s a manual override for the server cooling system. It’s a liquid nitrogen vent. If I trigger it, it will flash-freeze the hardware, halting the wipe—but it will also create a thermal signature that will blow the sensors on their thermal imaging. They won't be able to tell if we're alive or dead inside this room.""And the nitrogen?""It’ll displace the oxygen. We’d have about ninety seconds to find a way out before we suffocate."Jinyan’s hand moved to Panni’s face, tracin

Elara’s eyes turned cold—a frozen, dead tundra. She reached into her suit jacket and pulled out a small, silver derringer."Then the masterpiece is flawed," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "And I have a policy about flawed assets. I will liquidate them."She leveled the derringer at Panni’s head."Wait," Panni croaked.Panni pushed themselves up from Jinyan’s chest. Their right arm hung limp and scorched, but their left hand was clenched in the dirt. Panni looked at Elara, and for the first time in ten years, there was no fear in their eyes. There was only a cold, clinical recognition."You're right, Elara," Panni said, their voice steady despite the tremors. "I am your masterpiece. I know exactly how you think. I know exactly how you plan.""Then you know this is the end, little bird.""Is it?" Panni pointed to the transmitter Elara was still holding. "Check the signal frequency, Elara. Not the tracker. The background signal."Elara frowned, glancing down at her device. A