Chapter 276: Seeing Ghosts

In the deep, dark night, the streets lay silent. Qin Guanglin slowly crouched down against the wall, his eyes fixed on He Fang beneath the streetlamp, his brow gradually furrowing.

Several hundred meters away stood an old, dilapidated phone booth, weather-beaten and scarred, exuding an air of antiquity.

Besides the occasional child playing in it, hardly anyone spared it a second glance. At most, people used it as a landmark, mentioning it casually when giving directions: "that broken phone booth."

He Fang was in that very booth now, holding the receiver and speaking softly. The distance was too great for Qin Guanglin to discern her expression.

Could that old thing still be working?

That was the first thought that popped into his head.

In just over a minute, He Fang hung up the phone, lingered briefly in the booth, and then started walking back.

Qin Guanglin instinctively stepped back, watching as He Fang approached, head down, her stride deliberate, his mind racing.

To ask?