A round, golden moon climbed into the sky, and the night gradually deepened.
Baizhi woke up on the sofa with a hangover-like headache. Pushing herself upright, she looked down and saw that she was wearing an orange-and-black jumpsuit, apparently belonging to one of the gas station employees.
"Awake?" Ning Zhe walked in from outside, carrying several browned grilled skewers—river shrimp, beef, and the like.
Ning Zhe sat on the sofa opposite Baizhi, tore off a chunk of grilled meat with his teeth, and chewed heartily. These skewers had been grilled by the gas station's Boss and employees for themselves, and the portions of meat were far more generous than those at barbecue restaurants.
"You'd better give me an explanation." Ning Zhe ate as he spoke. "With poisoning that severe, a normal person would've died long ago. Even if they were lucky enough to be saved by an experienced doctor, they'd be left with permanent damage. But you're strange."
"You clearly didn't receive timely, professional treatment. You merely slept on the sofa, yet every symptom of poisoning disappeared. There wasn't even the slightest trace left behind."
The ability to sense a Ghost's presence, somehow learn vague rules out of thin air, and... something that resembled an immortal body.
There were more and more strange things about Baizhi.
"If I could, I'd really like to put a bullet through your head and see whether you could still come back to life." Ning Zhe set the finished skewer on the table and asked, "Talk. What exactly are you?"
Don't give me that line about thinking you're an Urban Legend Player again. Who are you trying to fool?
"I... I don't know." Baizhi pressed both hands against her knees and shook her head repeatedly in panic.
Ning Zhe frowned. "That look and tone... damn