I turned to look at the thin man, only then noticing his reddened eyes and vacant stare.
He probably knew that Qi Bai had killed him. He remembered the whole process, right?
I'd been distracted at the time and hadn't felt the pain in my body, but I had felt it when the thin man's body came apart and his blood fell on me. As the one it had happened to, the thin man must have felt it even more strongly. And the one who'd killed him was his ex-girlfriend, the woman he still held a candle for...
For a moment, I felt as though I shared the thin man's pain. But I knew that what I felt was mostly sympathy for him, not grief for myself.
Liu Miao bent down and helped both of us to our feet.
The room in Qi Bai's parents' home was a crime scene. It really wasn't a suitable place to talk.
The thin man and I were like puppets as we followed Wu Ling and Liu Miao out, went downstairs, got in the car, and rode all the way to the hotel without saying a word.
Once we were inside, the four of us paused briefly at the corner.
There was nothing unusual about it. The frosted wallpaper didn't look much like gold dust anymore. It was just ordinary wallpaper.
We got into the elevator, went upstairs, and returned to the hotel room.
Gu Mo casually asked, "Did you take care of it? Why are you back?"
Nangong Yao glanced over from his computer.
The thin man and I sat down on the sofa. Wu Ling poured us some water.
"What's going on with you two? Why do you look like that? Did you get possessed?" Gu Mo paced in front of us.