Wu Ling's recording of the emergency call ended around there. After that, there was nothing but footsteps, the crunch of broken glass, crying, vomiting... mostly just noise. Then, after a dozen seconds, it stopped completely.
Wu Ling said, "This had nothing to do with us to begin with."
I was still caught up in the confusion and shock. Hearing her say that, I froze for a moment. "You mean..."
It wasn't that I couldn't understand what Wu Ling meant. Like she said, this had nothing to do with them to begin with. It was only because I'd run into it and gone to them that they'd decided to look into it. Nangong Yao had a talent few could match, and that was why, in less than a night—in fact, just a few hours—he'd found that emergency call and pieced together what had happened.
Back when Greenleaf was in its former state, they'd opened an agency, but if nobody came to them, they probably wouldn't have meddled in other people's business.
Otherwise, there were too many things in the world they could get involved in. Even many of the cases they'd accepted remained unfinished, and they hadn't pursued every last one to the end.
It was a matter of efficiency, and of whether it was worth the effort.
I understood what Wu Ling meant, and could more or less guess what she was about to say.
I was conflicted, too.
This had nothing to do with me in any meaningful way. I didn't know any of the people who'd died. I'd just been unlucky—or maybe fate had it in for me—and stumbled across this. If I could, I'd turn around and walk away.
To be cold about it, I didn't play games like truth or dare, and neither did anyone around