Nangong Yao took out his phone and fiddled with it for a while before handing it to us.
I saw a list. Each entry described an object, with terms like "crystal ball" appearing two or three times.
Clearly, these were the paranormal objects the Thin Man had influenced.
The Thin Man looked awful. Clutching his head, he said, "How are we supposed to find all these crystal balls? I can't even remember how many psychic shops I went to with her. Some weren't even shops, just houses in residential buildings, private residences."
"We took that into account, so we aren't planning to act just yet. Mr. Tan already knows about his ability, and his beliefs are changing subconsciously, too. The objects he once imbued with power are gradually losing that power. So don't worry. After this transition period, we'll find a way to deal with what remains," Wu Ling said.
The Thin Man patiently went through the entire list, but his expression didn't improve. Instead, he drew a few lines across Nangong Yao's phone screen.
"These ones, judging by the descriptions, are probably based on ghost stories she told me."
I took the phone to look, and Guo Yujie and the others leaned in to see, too.
"An oval mirror with an ornate frame?" Guo Yujie read aloud.
After the name, there were also details about the mirror's dimensions, including its diameter.
"That's the story I just mentioned. But this is the gruesome original version," the Thin Man said.
He told us the story. It was a clichéd ghost story.
A young noblewoman was brushing her hair in front of a mirror late at night when someone who held a grudge against her chopped off her head with a single blow. The mirror reflected the entire scene and became a