Jiang You mentioned the office.
I briefly told Wu Ling and the others what had happened, then hurried to Workers and Peasants Sixth Village.
When I arrived, I saw the pitch-black residential compound. There was no one at the entrance, and not a single streetlight was on inside.
Though this was a residential area, it felt just like some remote industrial zone: no people in sight, not a trace of life.
I saw no yin energy. It wasn't until I entered Building Six that I spotted Ye Qing's.
I opened the office door and called for Ye Qing after stepping inside. I got no answer, and Jiang You wasn't there either.
Jiang You wasn't here.
Or had something already happened?
Uneasy, I searched the office.
The abstract painting was still at the end of the hallway. That hadn't changed.
There were far fewer cardboard boxes in the other rooms. Wu Ling and the others had probably taken them.
The filing cabinets were empty. The files were all at my place now.
The damage left by that Behemoth monster was still there, unchanged.
Moonlight streamed in through cracks in the walls and gaps in the windows, tinting the room silver.
The office was perfectly still. It didn't look as if anyone had been here at all.
I called for Ye Qing again, but still got no answer.
After leaving the office, I looked down the stairwell.
Could the entrance to the otherworldly space here have opened? Had Jiang You been sucked into that future world?
My heart tightened as I hurried down the stairs.
I couldn't see anything unusual.
I remembered that Gu Mo could hear the strange wind here.
I called Wu Ling and asked to speak to Gu Mo.
"...I don't hear anything strange," Gu Mo said.
"You didn't