Teacher Wang told Chen Ge about the string of murders from more than twenty years ago. Some of the details matched what Chen Ge already knew.
For example, the killer had drowned victims in Donggang Reservoir and lured them into White Dragon Cave Tunnel. Some residents had also seen the killer push a victim off a high-rise building.
The distance had been too great for witnesses to make out the victims' faces. They only knew that they were all young children. They wore different clothes, but their builds and heights were remarkably similar—as if the same person had been killed over and over.
As Chen Ge listened to Teacher Wang, a storm surged within him. During the Black Phone's trial missions, he had seen these scenes.
The child who had been killed countless times in all sorts of ways was none other than his younger self!
Chen Ge pressed a hand to his temple. Veins stood out on his forehead as the fragmented memories in his mind began to reassemble. His head throbbed.
"Teacher Wang, are you certain the last victim was named Chen Ge? Did you find his body?"
"Although I never found his body, I was there when he was killed." Teacher Wang's eyes were filled with guilt and remorse. He clenched his fists tightly. "After investigating and analyzing the case, we narrowed it down to three children in Han Jiang whose silhouettes resembled the one in the photograph. We concluded that the killer's next target had to be one of them."
"So you made your arrangements around those three children?"
"Exactly. We were short-staffed back then, and I was urgently called in. The branch bureau leadership assigned me to Team Seven, and we were responsible for watching over a private orphanage in the East Suburb of Han