I froze.
I looked at Chen Xiaoqiu, then at Wu Ling.
Wu Ling gave a slight nod, agreeing with Chen Xiaoqiu's explanation.
This explanation seemed more convincing than the wild speculation I'd just come up with.
But this explanation...
The Thin Man slapped his thigh and sprang to his feet in anger. "There's no need to worry? How many people have died already, and you're saying there's no need to worry?"
"Quite a few people have died so far. There will only be more from here on," Wu Ling said coolly.
The Thin Man was speechless.
I understood how he felt.
If Wu Ling and the others had shown remorse and anxiety, the Thin Man would have comforted them, saying that these deaths were inevitable and there was nothing we could do. But Wu Ling's calm attitude now had struck a nerve.
The Thin Man could only grit his teeth and sit back down.
Guo Yujie, sitting beside him, looked angry and frustrated too.
The two of them felt much the same about this.
Wu Ling's words were a fact we all knew, and a fact we didn't want to face.
Compared to me, the four of them had rarely needed to face this cruel reality directly, so they found it even harder to accept. But given Fatty's and Chen Xiaoqiu's temperaments, neither of them was getting worked up over it.
"So, we're not going to do anything? Take any targeted measures..." Chen Xiaoqiu looked toward the two people at the computers.
"Nangong is checking the victims' identities. Mushroom heard a lot of things, and now we need to sort through what they heard and figure out what happened," Wu Ling explained. "For now, our job is to organize all this information and pinpoint where those ghosts appeared in the