The two seemed to have a difference of opinion.
Wu Ling had no intention of arguing.
The camera shifted slightly. Perhaps Wu Ling had turned her head to look at Ye Qing and Liu Miao.
The woman yawned. "Anything else?"
"No." Wu Ling stood up.
The woman made no move to see them out.
In the video, Liu Miao went ahead and lifted the curtain.
The video ended there.
October 19, 2011: Lai Xiaotian's body was found based on the location records from his phone. The police were notified.
October 20, 2011: Investigation terminated.
After reading the file, I felt uneasy.
The death of a scumbag like Lai Xiaotian was news to Wang Yan and her friends, but it didn't matter to me.
Even though I'd lost my dreamwalking ability and could no longer dream about people involved in this incident, that "curse" surely still existed. I might run into that woman.
I knew I wasn't capable of dealing with someone like her.
After thinking it over, I still decided to call Wu Ling.
Wu Ling answered and quietly listened as I told her the file's title. She clearly had a good memory. I only had to mention the name of the file for her to remember it and guess what I wanted to ask.
"That's Miss Qiao," Wu Ling said.
It seemed that Greenleaf had investigated Miss Qiao beyond what was recorded in the file.
"Come to think of it, she has some ties to demons," Wu Ling continued. "Her great-grandfather, or perhaps an earlier ancestor, was a missionary from abroad who later assimilated into our country."
"A missionary? Then how did she end up practicing black magic?" I asked, surprised.
"Not the kind of missionary from a major religion. In those days, they were considered members of