The first thing I did after waking up was go online and search for Brother Xiong's livestream.
The livestream had been shut down, and I couldn't access it.
The livestream had definitely existed, and I could find Brother Xiong and the others' accounts, too.
Their usernames still turned up in online searches. They were players in a gaming guild who had posted about games and used the same usernames on social media.
But there was no information about last night's livestream.
I called Wu Ling and told her what had happened.
Wu Ling and the others had known nothing about it.
It was nearly time to go, so I got ready for work.
When we arrived at Workers and Peasants Sixth Village, we happened to run into Song Xian and her two sons leaving the village.
Song Xian was holding two urns. Her younger son was driving, while her older son sat in the passenger seat. When they saw me and the others, they nodded in greeting. They didn't stop. All three looked as if they hadn't slept well.
I watched their car drive past, and suddenly thought of something. I turned my head to follow it as it left the residential compound, rounded a corner, and disappeared from view.
"What's wrong, Qi-ge?" the Skinny One asked nervously.
When I got to the office, I told them about Brother Xiong and the others encountering a ghost during their livestream. The others were fine; my dry, matter-of-fact description didn't scare them. Only the Skinny One was badly spooked. He immediately deleted the livestreaming app, along with all the other livestreaming apps on his phone.
Even now, the Skinny One was still a little shaken, his nerves on edge.
I told them what had happened at the factory the night before. The