"Brother Qi, are you okay?"
The thin man and the fat man's faces appeared in front of me.
Only then did I feel the pain in my forehead.
Director Mao chattered on. "Xiao Lin, are you feeling unwell? Are you anemic, or hungry? Why did you suddenly collapse...?"
I shook my head. "I felt dizzy for a moment. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
I made up an excuse, and Director Mao went on for a while about young people staying up late. She was only nagging because she cared, so I could only accept her kindness.
The thin man and the fat man just stared at me, their eyes full of curiosity.
At long last, Director Mao stopped talking and let us get back to work.
The thin man then raised his eyebrows and gave me a meaningful look, prompting me to explain what had happened.
"I'll tell you after work."
It really wasn't convenient to talk about my dream just then.
I glanced at my phone.
Zhu Yun's death report was attached to her personal file. Only Zhu Yun and her daughter had died in that car accident. The cement mixer had overturned and crushed the back of the taxi. Her daughter's body had been completely destroyed, while only half of Zhu Yun's body had been left more or less intact. It had been a truly horrific death.
I could almost remember how grief-stricken Zhu Yun had been.
In that moment, she'd forgotten her fear of death. All she could think about was her daughter.
At last, work was over. We got into the car but didn't hurry back to the demolition office.
I called Wu Ling and put the call on speaker so the others could hear my account, too.
"...So you think that spirit is