Since Ye Qing had said that, he must have had something to rely on.
He had been the last person at the agency to die. He might not have known the truth behind Nangong Yao's incident, but he knew exactly what had happened to Gu Mo and Wu Ling, and he had found a way to leave them a glimmer of hope.
He probably knew what Liu Miao had gone through, too, and where she was now.
The only problem was that he hadn't had time to explain everything to us.
"The clues are probably in the files," Wu Ling guessed.
I nodded, preparing to go back and search through the files.
We couldn't afford to worry about Gu Mo's "leave it to fate" theory right now. We had to find the clues first. After that, I still needed to discuss what to do with Wu Ling and the others.
In low spirits, we left the agency and parted ways with Wu Ling and Gu Mo downstairs. They drove off, while the three of us returned to the neighborhood committee office.
On the way, Skinny asked me, "Brother Qi, were they planning to use my ability? That fake notebook should be useful with my ability, right?"
I nodded in acknowledgment, but gave him a vague answer. "Probably." Then I asked, "What did you think at the time?"
"Well, at first I was suspicious. You didn't stop Fatty and me from following them, so I started to wonder. But when I saw them take out those things, it all seemed pretty convincing, so I gradually believed them," Skinny replied.
"It still didn't work," Fatty sighed.
"There was nothing we could do. This is like trying to shoot a ghost with a gun, right? No matter how real the gun is or