"Who are they?"
Qin Manjiang's question received no answer.
Doctor met it with silence.
During his brief conversation with Doctor, Qin Manjiang found that although the man no longer sounded particularly young, his overall manner was not the stodgy sort.
"I don't know," Doctor said.
"Keep the things. What happens from here has nothing to do with me. Goodbye... no, let's not meet again."
Doctor sounded ready to hang up immediately.
Qin Manjiang turned to glance at that strange boy-or was he a teenager?
"Have him go back. I've accepted the belongings, and I have my own way of doing things. Since you don't want to be involved, cut your ties completely."
Qin Manjiang's words left Doctor speechless. After a long pause, he replied, "All right. But you should be seeing each other again soon. Put him on."
Hearing this, Qin Manjiang handed the phone to Lin. Lin took it and listened without a word.
"Okay."
After that one-word reply, he handed the phone back to Qin Manjiang, then immediately turned and left the apartment.
"That settles it. Good luck."
"Oh, right!"
"I've heard that the most terrifying thing about a game is that once you're immersed in it, you can no longer tell reality from the game."
"Haha..."
The call ended.
Qin Manjiang glanced at his phone and promptly deleted this strange Doctor's number.
He did not care whether these things had been left by his biological parents, nor did he want to know what had happened twenty years ago. He had only agreed to accept them because the deaths of his adoptive parents, along with the strange things that had happened as he grew up, might be connected to them.
As for his biological parents?
Qin Manjiang had his doubts.
If that father he had never met had