My phone lit up because Wu Ling had sent me a message.
I had just come out of a dream and was still a little dazed. It took me a while to make sense of Wu Ling's message.
There was a link in the message Wu Ling had sent.
What I had seen in my dream—the things Liu Liangwang had told the fortune-teller—had already been posted on Daredevil's social media page. His livestreaming account had been shut down, but Yuan, the reporter from World Weekly, had opened a livestreaming account. She seemed to have received permission from World Weekly's editorial department, too. This livestream was being run by World Weekly itself. The official World Weekly account had reposted the information Daredevil had published.
I stared at the photos of the notebook Daredevil had posted, lost in thought.
The notebook had belonged to Jin Shanshan. Everything she had written down back then was now public. A written schedule and a few scattered reflections couldn't be taken as proof that ghosts existed in this world. But most of Daredevil's followers had watched that livestream, and many of them had become his fans because they already believed in ghosts. They didn't need anyone to provide proof.
Besides Jin Shanshan's notes, Daredevil had also posted a set of photos comparing the locations. Half had been taken by Jin Shanshan back then, and the other half by Wu Qiren when he later "returned to the old haunts." To me, almost the entire left side of the long image was shrouded in yin energy, some areas more heavily than others, while the right side was completely clear.
Whether the ghosts were still there or not, Jin Shanshan and the others had cleaned up the haunted houses they'd visited. It was clear from Jin Shanshan's notes that