I left the office building, hailed a cab on the road, and went straight to Workers and Peasants Sixth Village.
Workers and Peasants Sixth Village was still a construction site. Not much work had been done. When I entered Building Six, I didn't see a single person.
I went upstairs and stood on the steps between the fifth and sixth floors. I glanced at the Greenleaf Paranormal Agency sign above me, then quickly looked away.
I recalled the black hole I had seen in the dream, raised my hand, and felt around, releasing my ability.
My ability dispersed without touching anything.
I pushed my ability to its limit, using both my eyes and ears, hoping to see or hear something unusual.
But everything I saw, heard, and felt was "nothing."
Like an actor performing a mime, I gestured in the air.
After spending a long time at it, I began to change my approach.
Maybe the entrance to the alternate space I had seen wasn't parallel to the stairway, but floating above it, perpendicular to the steps.
I turned sideways and felt around again, as though trying to touch every inch of the space above the entire staircase.
All I could feel with my hands was air, the faint movement of it as I moved them.
Nothing.
It seemed I couldn't forcibly pull the entrance to the alternate space out this way.
If so, could I open the alternate space in Morris Town?
Doubt crept in.
I unconsciously looked toward the agency door.
Ye Qing might be inside. Or he might not.
I clenched my fist, turned, and went straight downstairs.
If this place wouldn't work, there were other places.
Huixiang, Mount Guangyuan...
No. There wasn't enough time to go to all those places.
I took out my phone and