Ye Qing and Liu Miao brought Wu Ling back to the office.
The dream jumped forward.
I saw them choose a spot. On a quiet night, they dug up a section of the greenbelt in Workers and Peasants Sixth Village and buried the large bag containing Wu Ling's body there.
They filled the hole, leveled the ground, and put the flowers and plants back in place.
It looked just like any other stretch of greenbelt. No one would find the special body buried beneath it.
I stood where Wu Ling had been buried, lifted my head, and looked toward the top floor of the building across the street.
That was where the office's windows were.
Ye Qing stood by the window, looking out at this stretch of greenbelt. Was she watching Wu Ling's condition?
Time in the dream jumped forward again.
I couldn't get into the office to see how Ye Qing and Liu Miao were doing, but one night, I sensed something shifting beneath the greenbelt's soil.
Something was about to come out.
I took a deep breath, ready to grab it at any moment.
After I waited for several minutes, something shot out from the shrubs.
Without thinking, I reached out.
Grab Wu Ling—or grab that spirit!
Who had I grabbed? Whom had I caught?
The figure turned around.
It was Wu Ling!
The instant I realized this, I felt my body sink.
With a thud, my head started hurting too.
Clutching the back of my head, I sat up from the ground.
On the sofa right beside me, the porcelain doll's body began changing rapidly.
Human skin. A human body.
Those eyes opened.
"What did you do? What did you do?" a woman demanded from behind me, her voice cold and carrying a sinister edge.
I turned