The room was silent. Hearing the voice suddenly coming from the Voice Recorder, Ye Lin froze for a moment.
But he soon realized what had happened. Huang Liang had installed a detection device in his room, so the recording would play automatically once it detected that Ye Lin had been inside alone for a long time.
Unlike He Zheng, who wrote a letter for every round, Huang Liang seemed to have started making his recordings after the third round ended.
As the red light on the Voice Recorder kept flashing, Huang Liang's voice began to sound:
"Ye Lin, I'm sorry to speak to you this way, but I think I'll already be dead by the time you hear this recording."
"I hesitated for a long time before making this recording."
"I've recorded what I have to say in four parts. After listening to each part, you can press the button to hear the next."
"I know my request is selfish, so you can decide for yourself whether to play the next part."
In the recording, Huang Liang's voice was a little hoarse, with a pleading note.
Ye Lin fell silent and slowly picked up the Voice Recorder. He could actually guess what Huang Liang wanted to say, and why he had recorded it in separate parts.
With a sigh and a bitter smile, Ye Lin slowly pressed the play button.
He had expected Huang Liang to beg him to contact the real world next. Instead, a few seconds after he pressed the button, Huang Liang's voice rang out with a hint of guilt:
"Ye Lin, thank you so much for being willing to listen to this part."
"I'm sorry. I lied to you about something. My mistake nearly got you killed."
"The Military actually knew long ago that people drawn