"Hello? Hello! Sinker, damn, you're not dead? Are you also..." Amidst the chaotic noise, a hoarse voice rings out, stumbling along: "No way out, brother, look for someone else, I'm out, sorry..."
"You, you're also going to run?" Sinker is stunned.
"I freaking already ran!"
A furious voice echoes: "To hell with it, I tell you, that Ji fellow isn't worth a damn..."
Bang!
Before the words are finished, a dull explosion like a nightmare erupts from the other end.
Amidst the murky sound of a phone falling into water, that indifferent voice rings out once again: "Remember the lesson, Sinker, you have seventy-one hours and forty-one minutes left."
Sinker stiffens, as if plunged into an ice cave.
After a long time, he finally regains his senses, suddenly turning around and sprinting back into the house he just escaped from.
Ignoring the corpses scattered everywhere, he kicks open door after door, pulls open drawers and hidden compartments, searching every body, frantically scouring.
