Book 4: Chapter 7: Riddle 2

Book 4: Chapter 7: Riddle 2

We were all sitting there, waiting to see how things would develop, but the Black Glasses on the satellite phone just laughed and laughed. After laughing for a few minutes, he hung up.

There was silence all around.

As we all looked at each other, Fatty asked me, "So that wasnt Black Glasses? But I was listening. It had to be him."

I was familiar with Black Glasses, so I had a sense of his typical vocabulary and the rhythm of his speech. The person on the phone had to be Black Glasses, but why did Poker-Face question him? And why did he hang up?

I asked Poker-Face what was going, but Poker-Face just looked at the black gap and said, "It's not him."

"This is there any basis for this?" Although I absolutely believed in Poker-Face, I also believed in my own senses.

Poker-Face looked at me. "He was talking, but the one talking wasnt him."Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Fatty and I both frowned and looked at each other. Both of our brows were scrunched up as we tried hard to understand what he was talking about. "Has Little Brother been learning rap recently?" Fatty whispered.

Fatty and I exchanged a glance before we also started collecting the items, and it wasnt long before we had collected a hefty pile of dry food and equipment. There were many people among the pile of corpses who had guns, which meant that Fatty really had taken his gun from one of them. I picked out a short submachine gun and prepared thirteen magazines full of bullets while Fatty focused on gathering the detonators and flares.

"So, if this Black Glasses is a fake, then why should we listen to him and collect these things? Fatty asked. Why don't we just leave now?"

I had a very bad feeling, and sure enough, the satellite phone rang again when we were taking our gathered items back to the black spot.

It was Xiao Hua's voice this time, but instead of a real person, it was the broadcast loop we had heard before. But the section being broadcast was the one warning Poker-Face not to enter.

It was full of white noise and the voice was much sharper than before, which gave it the air of a provocation. I was a little startled since the sound was so harsh in the quiet environment.

I turned off the satellite phone and found that my palms had started to sweat. "It's coming," Poker-Face said to me.

What?

I looked up at the gap and found that it had suddenly become very deep. I didnt know why, but I felt a strong desire to enter it.