After Wu Ling finished speaking, nothing on the screen changed for a long time.
Wu Ling spoke again. "Mr. Ye, things can't go on like this forever. When people die, they should be reincarnated. Even if you don't reincarnate and become a ghost, you should have some kind of fixation keeping you here, rather than just idling away in the human world."
When Wu Ling finished, the video fell silent again. Faint breathing came through the recording. The person breathing sounded unsteady, as if he were extremely nervous.
Ye Qing's voice rang out just then. "All right, let's do it."
This time, something changed in the video.
It seemed as though a layer of mist had appeared over the previously clear image. It wasn't really mist, but a faint trace of yin energy. There had always been yin energy in the video, but now the faint, almost imperceptible traces seemed to have gained a physical presence.
Footsteps sounded off-screen, drawing nearer.
A man's sharp intake of breath followed.
"Please, have a seat, Mr. Ye," Wu Ling said politely.
The footsteps paused, then started up again, and a figure appeared on screen.
He was an ordinary-looking man in ordinary clothes, the very image of an office worker. He was also the "protagonist" who had appeared in the earlier surveillance footage. A bitter smile hung on his face, and his eyes were vacant as he sat down on the sofa, stiff and uneasy.
"Could you tell us about your situation, Mr. Ye?"
"I..." The man began to speak, the blankness in his expression deepening. "I don't know either... I died in a car accident. I know that much. When I was hit, my mind went completely blank. I just felt a lot of pain, and then... I don't know how long passed,