Just from what I'd seen in the space, I could count twenty or thirty people. Their bodies had all appeared in reality in this bizarre manner. It was easy to imagine how much chaos that would cause.
Optimistically, the game was snatching people up across the entire country. Since the bodies were scattered all over, the resulting chaos might be much less severe.
Pessimistically, everyone connected to Greenleaf would suddenly drop dead. The whole of Minqing would surely descend into chaos, and there might not even be enough room in the morgues.
Greenleaf's people and I had been mentally prepared for this. They might have a plan, but all I'd prepared myself for was the knowledge that something like this could happen. I had no idea how to deal with it.
After a brief moment of thought, Chen Yihan made up his mind.
He didn't say anything to me. He went back inside the office building.
We'd both noticed that the ghost had left. Its yin energy had disappeared completely.
The police in Minqing sprang into action. Those of us from the Demolition Office were told to go home early.
Everyone was on edge.
Even without knowing what had happened in the restroom, the atmosphere alone was enough to make everyone uneasy.
I still hadn't seen the old director. I called Wu Ling and, after gathering the Thin Man and the others, we drove to the hotel together.
When we arrived, we found the four people from Greenleaf busier than ever.
Wu Ling opened the door for us. Inside, Gu Mo was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself now and then. Nangong Yao was hammering away at the keyboard, while Liu Miao worked at another computer, apparently recording what Gu Mo was saying.
"The Demolition Office found a body