There were bloody handprints on the doorknob, and even more blood inside the room.
The blood trail stretched from the doorway to the bed.
The entire bed was stained red, its original sheets and bedding completely obscured. The blood on the sheets had dried, leaving them stiff and leathery, like hide left out to dry.
Though there was no body, the sheer amount of blood was enough to let anyone imagine the entire crime scene.
"There's only one trace of yin energy," Wu Ling said first.
There was indeed only one trace of yin energy in the room, and it belonged to Qi Bai.
"If we want to be sure, there's another, more effective way." Wu Ling looked at me. "We've got photos of Qi Bai's parents ready. But if you use your ability on them first, you might waste energy unnecessarily. If Mr. Tan needs your help, your ability might not be up to the task."
Wu Ling was waiting for me to decide.
"If you enter that dream, you can destroy Qi Bai's ghost directly," Liu Miao said.
It was certainly an option, and a very good one.
The only condition was that Qi Bai really had taken the Skinny Guy.
"Was there no trace of Qi Bai's yin energy at the hotel?" I asked.
"You saw for yourself. No yin energy, no clues at all." Wu Ling shook her head, not angered by my repeated questions.
I wasn't trying to blame them.
All the circumstances were right in front of me. If I'd been in their shoes, I couldn't have guaranteed the Skinny Guy wouldn't be taken, either. Should I blame Wu Ling and the others for not guarding him every second? For not taking him to work? That would be ridiculous.
Besides, the Skinny Guy had