Detecção de Anomalias

Fang Qingzhao’s head throbbed painfully.

She sat barefoot on the edge of the bed, her feet resting on a pale blue carpet, facing a full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Through the glass, she could see the neatly arranged buildings below and the crisscrossing streets. The heavy traffic resembled pixels rapidly moving within a frame.

Emerging from a foggy haze after just waking, Fang Qingzhao steadied herself, aware that something was terribly wrong.

She lowered her gaze to her right hand.

The wounds had already scabbed over. Judging by their shape, the slender scars near the web of her thumb and the side of her index finger seemed to be cuts from a sharp object, while the small abrasion stretching from her palm to her fingertip looked like it was caused by gripping something too tightly.

She clenched her fingers; her arm trembled slightly from muscle strain.

Fang Qingzhao couldn’t recall why she was in the hotel, nor could she remember what had happened in the past few days.

She twisted open the water bottle on the desk, forced herself to calm down, tilted her head back, and took two sips. Her eyes then fell on the desk nearby.

There was a torn piece of white paper held down by a phone, scrawled with a line of notes:

“Mobile payment made at 9:21 a.m. Requested to review hotel surveillance. Checked in alone, responded normally during the stay. Carried one piece of luggage. Hand wound received basic treatment, no signs of infection. Body checked for other injuries, suspected physical altercati