"Lin Qi." Wu Ling's voice came through the phone.
"That Bai An—have you seen his paintings, the ones he recently posted on his social media?" I asked impatiently.
"Yeah, Nangong just found them. We're looking at them now." Wu Ling answered my question first. "We checked his identity. He's the son of the client from that commission case. We also saw his debut work. It was based on that case, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. Those paintings of his... does he have some kind of ability?" I asked.
If he didn't have some special ability, how could Bai An paint so many ghosts and monsters? Some of them were things I'd seen and experienced, while others were completely unfamiliar to me, things I'd never seen before. That made me feel a little more at ease. At least I could confirm that Bai An hadn't seen everything I'd encountered. He wasn't "watching" me. What he saw was probably just supernatural things that had appeared in this world.
"From what we've seen so far, we suspect he may not even know what he's seeing," Wu Ling said.
I was a little surprised, but I also found that conclusion easy enough to accept.
"In an interview, he said that some of his inspiration came from observing and distilling everyday life, but most of it came from his imagination. Sometimes he thought too much and pushed himself too hard, and he'd dream up stories at night. What you think about during the day comes to you in your dreams at night." Wu Ling continued, "Most of his dreams are nightmares. He dreams about terrifying things."
I had the webpage open, looking through Bai An's social media profile, and as I scrolled, I came across the things Wu Ling had mentioned.
Just as Wu Ling said, Bai