Li Moqian's situation should have been resolved. At least, as far as we were concerned, it was.
After a quick word over the phone, Fatty and Chen Xiaoqiu each drove out of the parking lot. At the next intersection, they went their separate ways.
Fatty dropped me off at my apartment complex first, then took Skinny and Xue Jingyue home. As I got out, Xue Jingyue looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to.
"What's wrong?" Fatty asked gently.
Xue Jingyue thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm not sure, either. I just can't shake the feeling that... somehow... it isn't over yet..."
Her words made my heart skip a beat.
Xue Jingyue smiled at me. "Even if something's going on, it has nothing to do with us anymore, right? Greenleaf's people are still over there, and the police have the evidence."
I nodded, shut the car door, and watched Skinny wave to me as Fatty drove away.
I didn't go home. I waited until Fatty's car was out of sight, then turned around and headed to the bus stop.
I took a bus to Workers and Peasants Sixth Village, went straight to Building Six, and climbed all the way to the sixth floor.
This wasn't my first time at the Greenleaf Paranormal Agency, but it was probably the calmest I'd ever been on my way there.
I could feel the subtle changes in the air on the sixth floor.
It wasn't just the extra yin energy in the air.
I'd sensed something strange on the stairs.
The entrance to that other space, the wind that Gu Mo had heard—I thought I could hear it, too.
I didn't stop. I kept climbing, took out my key, and unlocked the agency's door.
The sound of