Several police officers were already standing beneath the dormitory building, with curtains set up to block the view.
People passing by gave the cordon a wide berth. Some glanced curiously at the blue plastic curtains, then at the police, while others kept their distance, turning their heads away and hurrying past.
As Chen Xiao Qiu walked, she called Chen Yi Han to ask about the circumstances of the person who had jumped.
The police had already found witnesses—more than one—and had pieced together what happened from their accounts. The investigation at the scene still had to continue, though. Without other evidence, the statements of the people involved might not be enough to determine what had happened.
Chen Xiao Qiu listened quietly as Chen Yi Han explained.
I looked at the curtains, then craned my neck to look up at the dormitory building.
It was obvious which balcony the victim had jumped from. The police were investigating only that one.
I still couldn't see any yin energy or ghosts. The dead girl might have lingered as a spirit, with nowhere to go. Or she might not have become a ghost at all—dead was simply dead.
Normally, the latter was probably the more common outcome. People died every second of every day, and people were born every second of every day. Yet the living still outnumbered the ghosts in this world.
But ever since the world had changed, I'd become less optimistic about that.
The ghosts in this world would undoubtedly become more vicious. It was also possible their numbers would increase dramatically. Fewer people would simply die and be gone. More would become ghosts after death.
That was only my guess. I didn't know if I was right.
Chen Xiao Qiu ended the call and said to us, "We know what