I didn't understand what Gu Mo meant.
I'd seen too much at the gym. I'd seen the female ghost, Chen Yihan, and the corpse of the Thunder Lord.
Even though I hadn't heard a sound when I saw the Thunder Lord's body, maybe Gu Mo had heard him fall into the elevator shaft.
In my dream about the Thunder Lord, I'd heard that same sound.
Come to think of it, the way the Thunder Lord died was much like the death scene I'd seen at the Junli Hotel.
I spaced out for a moment, and Gu Mo had already begun to explain.
It was complicated, but mostly because the sounds Gu Mo had heard were incredibly complex.
It was like standing in the middle of a busy street, with everyone playing videos out loud on their phones. All the sounds overlapped.
An ordinary person would only hear a buzzing background noise, occasionally catching a familiar sound or something particularly loud. But for Gu Mo, after hearing my account, the sounds he'd been unable to distinguish clearly at the time could now be separated, and he could make out the contents of one of the videos.
That "video" was exactly what I'd experienced at the gym.
"Sister Zhu, the yoga instructor, Director Chen, and the dead person in the office and the Thunder Lord—I heard all of them. Hmm, the order was probably the reverse," Gu Mo said, counting them off on his fingers. "If we can confirm those sounds, the others I heard should be similar. The question is, at the time, did you only see what was happening in the gym?"
I nodded.
"Could it be like the apartment building in the game, with the other players in another space inside the office?" Liu Miao proposed.
That theory held