Jin Lin's voice echoed through the empty cemetery, and Jin Muchen's hand, holding the recorder, tightened.
"Old Man, I'm not afraid, I'm fine." Jin Lin's voice was muffled before he could finish speaking.
Jin Muchen heard Jin Lin's resistance, followed by Ahning's voice, "Jin Muchen, your son may not be your own flesh and blood, but he has some courage. He says he's not afraid, what about you? Are you afraid?"
Then the voice disappeared, replaced by the sound of electricity.
Just as Jin Muchen was about to put away the recorder, a violent crash sounded from inside, including the screeching of a car and human screams.
"Jin Hongyue!"
It was his mother's voice.
Jin Muchen, clutching the recorder, glanced at the radiant smiling face of his mother on the tombstone. That was the year when her life came to a halt.
It turned out that the last word his mother had called out was his father's name.
