I stared at the line that looked like a screenshot of an email, and my heart nearly stopped.
The theory Gu Mo had explained earlier kept churning through my mind.
The world had changed, and the rules of Heaven had changed with it. These ghosts were growing stronger and stronger. Even without realizing it, they could do many things. If fate was a thread, that thread had now tightened, with everything tied to those ghosts. The living connected to them were being pulled toward them, where they would be killed with ease.
I imagined that terrible future, then thought of something else.
The journalist... Both sides of this email exchange had to be journalists—the reporter from the World Weekly whom Luo Yonghua had found back then!
The words burst out of me. "Will this be exposed?"
Gu Mo calmly returned to the car and started working on his laptop. At the same time, he answered my question in an even tone. "That's hard to say. It might be exposed, or it might not. Who knows..."
It wasn't really an answer.
It felt as if a little mouse had appeared inside me, scratching away without end.
Just then, my phone rang. Chen Xiaoqiu was calling.
Her car was right behind ours, and she wanted to know what had happened.
I put the call on speaker.
"What's going on?" the Fatty in the front asked.
The Skinny leaned over from beside me to look at the laptop screen and let out a cry of surprise.
The software Gu Mo was using looked incredibly sophisticated. Not because it was full of inscrutable code, nor because its program window was especially flashy or finely designed, but because it was simple to use and packed with powerful features.
Gu Mo enlarged the email window and