The Nest was a strange place, seemingly unbound by the law of conservation of mass.
Any spot that had been blown up would be restored to its pre-explosion state in just a few minutes... Even the microwave that had burned Mai Mingle in the initial blast was now sitting on the counter by the window again, waiting for its next chance to explode.
That's right. Being restored to its original state meant it could explode all over again.
The third-floor apartment gave them no quarter; a godsend like "a place becomes a safe zone after something in it has blown up" was never going to happen.
'What kind of person had to die to create such an insidious apartment in the Nest?'
'If a good person had died, why wouldn't a paradise have appeared in the Nest?'
As her mind wandered, Mai Mingle limped along, tapping her heel with each step, heading toward where she thought Hai Luwei might be.
