The old woman inside the phone booth appeared only in the glass, not inside the booth itself. She looked like a phantom, but her features were clear enough for me to see her expression.
She looked at us kindly, resting one hand on Tang Wen's shoulder as if to soothe her.
Just watching her, I could feel how emotional Tang Wen was.
Clutching the receiver, she wept uncontrollably, even more intensely than she had at Yu Xiaoqin's place. She kept murmuring the name Junjun, speaking of her son who had passed away.
Anyone would feel this way about a deceased loved one.
Under different circumstances, it might have been a touching scene. But circumstances like that only existed in movies.
I gritted my teeth and rammed into the phone booth several times.
The booth rattled with each impact, but didn't budge.
Tang Wen's son had been too stunned to move. Only when he heard the noise did he snap out of it. He hurried to bang on the booth door, shouting for Tang Wen.
Tang Wen might not have been able to hear anything outside the booth. Or perhaps she could no longer hear anything except the voice on the other end of the line.
This wasn't working.
They hadn't shown any intention of attacking us, but almost everyone who had answered the phone before had died!
I pressed my hand against the phone booth.
Would using my ability affect Tang Wen inside? I'd only try a little... Tang Wen was already old. Surely I wouldn't kill her that easily.
I let out a breath.
My ability flowed from my fingers and seeped into the phone booth.
In an instant, I felt a vibration beneath my palm.
It worked! This was possible!
Just as I thought that, the booth door