Rustling...
As I finished reading the files, I heard the toilet flush outside. I jumped, then opened the door and saw Mom coming out of the bathroom.
"Are you going to use the bathroom?" she asked. "I just finished."
I had no choice but to nod and go inside.
Water still dripped into the sink. Mom must have left the tap running when she washed her hands, and it hadn't drained completely. Other than that, there was no sound. I didn't sense anything in the cramped bathroom, either.
Still, I couldn't stop thinking about the thing Greenleaf and Liu Miao hadn't even seen.
Going by what had happened before, I always seemed to run into the things they couldn't deal with.
Maybe "fate" was at work, or perhaps it was simply a matter of how small the world was. After all, Greenleaf only took assignments around Minqing. I lived here, so it was only natural that I'd run into one of them.
I came out of the bathroom, returned to my bedroom, and called Wu Ling.
I hadn't heard Wu Ling's voice in the recordings, so judging by the timing, I guessed she was already dead by then. She hadn't been involved, leaving only Liu Miao and Ye Qing at Greenleaf. Even if the two of them were formidable fighters, they had their shortcomings in other areas. The few software programs Nangong Yao and Gu Mo had left behind might have affected their efficiency, too. And considering the timing... I couldn't help wondering about their work ethic.
That should have been around the time Wu Ling met with disaster—or just after it happened. Even though Ye Qing had come up with a plan for bringing Wu Ling back to life, it must have affected her emotionally.
In the recordings, Ye