I watched for a while, then slowly said, "That's definitely not the same."
Although I'd initially thought the same thing as the Thin Man and immediately pictured the many different kinds of tape sold online, what Wu Ling was using definitely wasn't some flashy product like that.
All five of us knew that. We just hadn't imagined at first that Wu Ling could come up with a way to use magic like this.
I thought of the abstract paintings in the hospital and suddenly felt that this kind of "creativity" probably wasn't unique to Wu Ling.
The world was changing, Heaven was going mad, and things were getting worse. At the same time, humanity was also advancing in every respect.
Wu Ling was busy, laying down that roll of packing tape as if she meant to seal off the entire neighborhood.
No wonder.
Whatever Greenleaf's people did next, it was bound to cause a commotion.
What puzzled me was how they had subdued You Qiqi. She was being so obedient and hadn't made a scene at all.
Wu Ling was laying the tape very carefully. When she reached the area around our car, she didn't even have time to greet us.
As I watched her lay the tape, I saw her lips moving. She seemed to be silently reciting some kind of incantation.
Apparently, ordinary packing tape wasn't enough to produce a special effect on its own.
"Someone's coming," the Fat Man warned.
A car was approaching from the direction Greenleaf's people had driven in from.
We'd been here so long and had encountered only one passerby. We were already lucky.
I wiped my sweaty palm and tensely watched the car.
The private car didn't slow down at all. It turned at the previous intersection and drove away.
I heard