"Helle, are you okay?"
Ramses, on the other end of the phone, was in an anxious voice as if he was very worried.
He immediately saw that it was Helle in the news. That familiar figure, lying on the railroad track, even if it was far away, he recognized her at a glance.
Helle burst out laughing. In order not to be discovered by Ramses, she squeezed her throat and changed her voice, "I'm sorry sir, the owner of this phone passed away half an hour ago. May I ask who you are?"
Ramses' voice froze all of a sudden, "I'm her boyfriend. May I ask, did she really die?"
Ramses' voice was calm, but Helle didn't feel good about it, "Yes, sir, the cremation is about to happen."
"Helle, is it fun to make such a joke?"
Ramses couldn't bear it anymore, and directly exposed her.
Helle was stunned, "How do you know it's me, I think I hide it pretty well."