"Every person who answered the phone wasn't Gao Ming?" Luo Dong kept mulling over this sentence and felt a shiver down his spine.
"There's something even stranger." The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly to look at Luo Dong, "Initially, the voice from the phone was unfamiliar, but with each call we made, it sounded more like Gao Ming, until eventually it was identical to his. However, even with the same voice, through certain intonations and habits, I could still be certain that it wasn't Gao Ming answering the phone!"
"It was becoming more and more like Gao Ming?" The feeling of an unknown entity slowly replacing a family member was extremely eerie to Luo Dong, yet he felt powerless to stop it.
"Exactly, that's one of the reasons we came looking for him."
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Luo Dong fell silent, knowing that even if the place where the child lived might be haunted, as a parent, he still chose to come without a second thought.
