Two bodies still lay on the shop floor, and the security cameras inside were still running, having recorded the whole thing.
But I didn't give it a second thought.
Chen Yihan had already said that the supernatural world had been completely exposed. There was no point trying to dispose of the bodies now.
The Skinny Guy and I headed out together. The young employee was still outside, looking distracted. At the sound of us, he turned around as if startled.
I gave him a slight nod and kept walking.
He looked as though he wanted to say something, but he didn't stop us. He only glanced at the door behind us.
After we left the shop, I told the Skinny Guy I wanted to go home.
"I'll come with you," the Skinny Guy said. "My parents won't be back for the next couple of days, and I don't have anything to do right now."
The two of us took a cab back to my neighborhood. The car stopped nearby.
The street was bustling. There were no fire engines in sight, but a crowd had gathered. Everyone was talking about the fire. From what I heard, it had been a serious one.
I found my parents in a nearby shop, having some snacks. Dad, who was sitting facing the door, spotted me first and raised a hand to greet me.
I pushed open the shop's glass door and looked around at the people and tables.
I recognized a few faces. The old man sharing a table with my parents often went for morning exercise with Dad, and sometimes they played cards or chess together. The woman at the next table was one of the neighbors Mom often mentioned. She was also close with Auntie Wang.
I slowed to a stop, letting