Wang Hao tuned the radio to Channel 3 again.
Faint breathing sounds and footsteps came through.
"Hello, how are you?" Wang Hao tried asking.
Another courier's voice came through the radio, this time it wasn't the irritable older brother but a relatively gentle voice, "Hello, it's nice to meet you in this gloomy place. Are you also a courier? Don't worry too much, just finish their tasks, the compensation here is quite generous."
"Once you complete the task, you'll be fine."
"Weird? Of course, it's weird, but if it weren't weird, the compensation wouldn't be so generous either."
"There might be some dangerous items in the backpack, opening it rashly will only bring misfortune. As for why it's throbbing? I don't know. This place is dark, just grit your teeth and bear with it."
This voice seemed familiar, giving Wang Hao a sense of déjà vu, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
He had an excellent memory and began actively searching his mind.
