"Mr. Ye Hong, hello."
It was written in Chinese.
Ye Hong sat upright with a start, a message suddenly appearing on his computer in the still of the night—a sight that would frighten nine out of ten people.
Especially him.
Raised in a rural area since childhood.
Though a doctor now, he was nonetheless skeptical about superstitions and the supernatural.
"Mr. Ye Hong, please do pick up the headset lying next to you." Another sentence had taken the place of the last few words.
Suppressing his alarm, Ye Hong hesitated a little, but slowly picked up the headset from the table in front of him.
He put it on.
"Mr. Ye Hong, hello," a man's voice came through the headset.
