I walked Granny He to her door and offered a few more words of comfort.
A dog might be just a dog to other people, but to an elderly woman living alone, it was the equivalent of family.
When I got home, I was alone. Meng Yifan still hadn't returned from attending a funeral back in his hometown.
I sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, my mind in turmoil.
Song Xiaotian had told me before that I shouldn't put absolute faith in certain things. Believing them completely wasn't necessarily a good thing.
I felt that perhaps I had put a little too much faith in them.
Granny He's dog had first gone missing, nowhere to be found, and by the time it was found, it was dead.
I couldn't help thinking of the missing Liang Yi. Could this be another haunted house? Could Liang Yi already be dead?
But if Liang Yi was already dead, wouldn't that mean my divination was wrong?
Feeling utterly confused, I took a shower, went back to my room, and pulled the covers over my head to sleep.
The next morning, the first thing I did after waking was call Meng Yifan.
Although we had no leads whatsoever on Liang Yi's disappearance, Boss Xu had hired us, so we still had to investigate. Whether we could get results was one thing; whether we investigated at all was another.
That meant I definitely wouldn't be going to the shop today, so I had to let Meng Yifan know.
Once the call connected, I asked Meng Yifan when he would be back.
He had originally said he would return that morning after seeing his relative off at the funeral early in the day, but now he suddenly changed his answer, saying he didn't know when