Gu spread a clean map across the table and redrew the maintenance route to include the copper wire’s direction. The line bent behind the public chamber rather than running straight to the central door.
“It turns back,” he said. “A technician could reach the central controls from outside the candidate path.”
Wei compared the drawing with his list of injured candidates. “If we widen the turns, a stretcher might pass.”
“Maybe,” Qinghe said. “We need to measure before we promise that.”
Bai looked at the torn survey corner under his magnifier. A second partial imprint showed beside the arrow: a small wheel near the central chamber.
“It may be a manual release,” he said.
Luo looked up. “Stop there.”
Bai lowered the magnifier. “I’m labeling it a guess. I’m not calling it an instruction.”
