"Do you have his contact information?" Qin Manjiang asked.
He looked at Qin Manjiang, seemingly considering something, then nodded.
Qin Manjiang had only asked casually. He hadn't expected this strange boy to actually give him the Doctor's contact information.
After entering a string of digits, Qin Manjiang looked at his phone screen. The number looked very strange: not only was it twenty digits long, but there was no carrier logo at all.
Soon, the call connected.
The person on the other end answered.
"Hello." It was an unfamiliar man's voice, one that no longer sounded particularly young.
The voice on the phone sounded hollow and distant. The man seemed to be calling from somewhere like a basement.
Moreover, there was no confusion whatsoever in the man's "hello," as though he knew who was calling.
"You're Qin Manjiang, aren't you?" the man on the other end said.
Sure enough, he had spoken Qin Manjiang's name outright.
"...Yes," Qin Manjiang answered. "Who are you?"
"Did you receive it? You should have called long ago."
It?
Qin Manjiang glanced down. Could he mean this?
"Did you send this?" In that short span of time, Qin Manjiang had already gone through everyone he had ever known. He was certain the voice on the phone belonged to no one he knew.
"Yes and no. I sent it, but I'm not the one who left it to you. Your... your father left it to you," the man said.
Qin Manjiang frowned. He knew the father the man referred to definitely wasn't Old Qin.
"You knew that man?"
"We were colleagues, and friends of a sort. I know you're his son."
The man spoke.
"Who is my biological father? What's his name?"
Qin Manjiang asked.
"Knowing now would mean nothing to you," the Doctor answered.
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