All the way from the entrance, I hadn't sensed any yin energy in Guo Yujie's home.
Even after Guo Yujie opened the door, I still couldn't sense any yin energy.
Guo Yujie looked calm, as if nothing was wrong.
Was her phone really just broken?
Confusion and unease stirred in my heart.
"You're here. Come in if you need to talk," Guo Yujie said casually.
But her excessive calm made my heart sink.
Guo Yujie's father seemed puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He smiled at me, then said he was going back to his room.
Guo Yujie stepped aside to let me in.
Her room was about twenty square meters. Its style was simple, with just a few girlish touches.
But when I entered, the first thing I saw was the person sitting on her bed.
That person was one of Zhu Mei's friends. If the nickname she used on her social media account really was connected to her real name, then she was undoubtedly Zhang Xiaojia.
I stared hard at Zhang Xiaojia for a long while. I was absolutely certain she was a ghost. The problem was, there was no yin energy around her.
She looked as though she had just been crying. Her head hung slightly, and her expression was blank and dazed. The spot where she sat sank a little, just as it would beneath a living person sitting on a bed. Her figure cast a shadow on the bed and floor under the light.
I knew she was a ghost not only because Chen Yihan had already confirmed that she was dead, but because my gut told me so.
I looked over at Guo Yujie.
Guo Yujie had a stern expression as she shut the door and locked it.
Only after that did she turn