Through a glass door, one side was pouring rain, while the other was dry and warm indoors.
A moment ago, a crowd had rushed inside. Now the people in the convenience store were frantically rushing back out.
I was almost hit by the door as it was shoved open. Luckily, I stepped aside in time. But the crowd surging out still slammed into me.
Chen Yihan, who was beside me, pulled me into his car.
Only after I sat down did I realize that I was still holding my phone, and the call was still connected.
There was no sound from Gu Mo for a long time, either. But with his hearing, he should have gotten a pretty good idea of what was happening on our end, right?
I watched the panicked crowd outside and called out to Gu Mo.
"...We're heading to the office," Gu Mo said, his voice stiff.
I froze.
"The office? You're going to the office? What exactly is going on?" I had a bad feeling.
"You were right. That was the spirit's voice." Gu Mo sounded perfectly calm.
I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say. My jaw ached, as though someone had clamped a hand around it—or even around my throat.
"They're going to the office now?" Chen Yihan asked from the driver's seat.
I nodded blankly.
Chen Yihan had already started the car.
Some people who'd run out of the convenience store tried to hitch a ride, but Chen Yihan turned them down without a hint of courtesy.
He was an excellent driver, and the car handled well. He deftly threaded through the crash scene, quickly leaving those people behind as he sped toward Workers and Peasants Sixth Village.
Gu Mo hung up, and a notification appeared on my phone.
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