Chapter 1

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Translator: MysticRain

—— Chapter 1 ——

Don’t know since when there was a box inside the elevator in the corridor.

An ordinary cardboard box, a bit large, placed neatly against the wall in the corner of the elevator and occupied nearly a quarter of the space.

The box wasn’t sealed shut.

It was dark inside, who knows what was inside of it.

Xiang Wenhao walked into the elevator and frowned. This cardboard box had been here for two consecutive days and no one has deal with it yet.

What was more strange was that sometimes when he went out during the day, the box was carried away by someone.

But when he came back from work in the early morning, it reappeared.

That said, this box looked a little familiar.

But Xiang Wenhao couldn’t figure out where he saw it.

In any case, all the boxes looked almost the same anyway. There was no need to vex over such matters.

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Xiang Wenhao was a night owl.

He worked as a DJ for the night program on City Radio Station.

In fact, his job was to put on music, answer phone calls, and comfort the lonely people of the city who suffered from insomnia.

He doesn’t earn much, but life was actually carefree and easy.

Xiang Wenhao was a man who was afraid of being tied down, and he had no intention of changing his status quo.

Every night, he would come home from work at around three o’clock in the morning.

By this time, the corridor of the apartment building was already empty, only one of the two elevators was working.

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That evening, Xiang Wenhao sat alone in the broadcast room.

Looking at the clock, it was almost time to leave work, so he put on a song and get ready to connect the last caller.

“Du——Du——”

The phone was connected.

“Hello, this is Ri Tian, what can I do for you?”

Xiang Wenhao’s voice was very pleasant to hear, low, and carried faint hoarseness.

“Ri Tian” was the name he used at the radio station.

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There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

This kind of thing often happened, Xiang Wenhao wasn’t surprised.

——Some listeners want to unburden themselves to the host with the secret that they have suppressed for a long time, but often hesitated in the instant the phone call connected.

Xiang Wenhao said nothing, he only waited patiently.

—— The other side may be a sentimental high school girl who falls in love with the boy sitting at the same desk for a few years as a day.

——It could also be a gaunt married woman, secretly look through her husband’s text messages and finding signs of marital breakdown.

——It was even more likely a frustrated poet, with a pile of yellowed-verse the size of half a person height on the bed, covered with a thick layer of dust.

……

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At last, there were some movements at the other end of the line.

“Hao.”

It was a male voice, clear and deep, and very charming.

“Let’s get married.”

Xiang Wenhao cut off the call and said into the microphone:

“Ah, I’m sorry, there seems to be a slight error and the line was cut off. There isn’t much time left, let’s end it with the last song, I will be back tomorrow.”

He turned up the volume of the music, then took off the headset worn on his head.

Xiang Wenhao suddenly seemed to have his bones pulled off, he collapsed limply in his chair.

There was a thick layer of cold sweat on his back, and the hair on his body trembled as it stood on end.

From afar came the rumbling sound of the machine. It was getting louder and louder as if at any moment, it was going to smash his head and pierce his brain.

He held his hand up to his eyes and notice that his skin had turned the color of purple.

His five fingers were as stiff as steel claws, and he couldn’t move it even just a little bit.

—— End of Chapter 1 ——

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