Black Telephone
After rescuing Pot Lid Head and Rong Qiyue last time, he had indeed looked forward to seeing what new rewards might appear in the Ancient Castle.
But the timing of his return this time had been too delicate. His mind had been full of White Corpse's madness and malice, so he had been slower to consider the question. Only now, seeing the old telephone hanging on the wall and the Black Suitcase, did his spirits lift a little.
The door could be used to escape, and the Duke had given him an advantage in this game of hide-and-seek. As for these two things, he hadn't let the telephone ring for long. In the eerie Ancient Castle, its loud, almost piercing ring made him uneasy. He was afraid it might draw the unnecessary attention of some monster. Han Su quickly grabbed the phone and held it to his ear.
But he didn't dare speak right away. He just listened.
At first, a burst of crackling static came from the other end. Then came a fit of violent coughing.
After the coughing paused for a while, an aged voice finally spoke:
"What night is it now?"
"..."
?
Hearing that voice in the eerie Ancient Castle sent a jolt through Han Su's body, as if electricity had passed through him.
Something he could communicate with.
But he forced himself to stay calm, his mind racing.
He asked what night it was. Did that mean he didn't know when the call would reach?
Han Su suppressed his confusion and paused before slowly asking, "Who are you?"
"Me?"
The voice at the other end chuckled, tinged with an indescribable weariness. "I'm a prisoner, just like you."
"A prisoner?"
Han Su couldn't figure out who he was. For a moment, he couldn't think