This sudden message was like a shocking thunderbolt striking the top of Reynold's head. A chill ran down his spine all the way to his feet, making him feel as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
"No, this is impossible. My son is definitely not dead. This… text is definitely some made-up nonsense!" Reynold shook his head profusely, in complete disbelief of this bad news.
However, at this moment, his phone received another message. But this time, it was a short video only about ten seconds long.
Reynold pushed on the play button with trembling fingers.
"Immediately drive to the woods in the southeast of San Francisco and burn Dallas's corpse! Remember to do it without anyone noticing and leaving any traces behind. Do you hear me?
"As for this car, I never want to see it again. Destroy it somewhere. Push it off a cliff or drive it into the river, just get rid of it for me. Got it?"