The ghost who had just killed someone looked at Gu Yan with excitement. Seeing her smile, he couldn't help smiling too.
"Go on," Gu Yan said softly, still smiling.
The ghost seemed to have been encouraged. His excitement undiminished, he puffed out his chest and strode in a certain direction.
I knew he wasn't going to be reincarnated or heading home. He was going to keep playing his "Dark Knight."
I glanced at Gu Yan, then tried to find a clock nearby.
The police officers at the scene had already come to their senses. They reported what had happened to the command center over the radio and, following procedure, gave the time.
I snapped out of my reverie and pulled out my phone to check the time.
"What's wrong?" my sister asked, turning to me.
I felt a little regretful. That time had already passed half an hour ago.
Half an hour... Where was that ghost now?
I wanted to examine the ghost's memories, but I found that they had stopped when he left the murder scene.
It was like a movie that stopped halfway through. One short part of the story had ended, and there was nothing after it.
I felt regretful again, and a little confused.
Did this ability to read memories only let me see what had happened up to half an hour ago?
My sister nudged my arm.
I came back to myself and put away my phone. "It's nothing. There's still half an hour left."
"Are you bored? The special effects are pretty cool," my sister said.
"They're all right," I said perfunctorily.
There was half an hour left in the movie. When it ended, the male and female leads embraced and gazed at the sun appearing outside their spaceship.
I paid no attention to