Chapter 757 The Disappearing Radio Waves

He remembered that he once felt that the girl's voice was strangely familiar, but he never realized whose voice it was.

Until this moment, the sound finally overlapped with the sound that flowed out of the radio every night, mixed with the surging waves, forming a more vivid, perhaps also darker image.

Wen Lueyan looked at the radio for a long time. After a while, he raised his hand, pressed the switch, and began to turn the button slowly.

It is late at night outside the window and the clock is about to point to twelve o'clock.

Just like every day before, Wen Lueyan patiently began to tune the frequency.

Amidst the crackling sound of electric current, different tones of various ages and styles are constantly filtering through.

Amidst the lively and noisy radio sounds, the boy was patiently searching for the ghostly radio station hidden among them.

Find that lonely voice hidden inside, without an audience.

However, ten minutes passed and the radio station that he could always find at twelve o'clock in the past did not appear.

Wen Lueyan was a little stunned.

He stared at the time for a while, then continued to adjust the channel.

Another ten minutes passed, and the only noises in the sound of the electricity were the noisy cacophony of other sounds.

Such bustle and hustle and bustle contrasts with the young man's confusion and panic as he has nowhere to look, making him look really lonely.

Beads of sweat began to appear on the boy's forehead, but even after thirty minutes, he still couldn't find the radio station.

It's like it disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly as if remembering something, Wen Luyan hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed the landline number that he knew by heart.

But this time, he couldn't hear the beeping sound again.

A normal, mechanical female voice came from the receiver very crisply.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable. Please check before redialing..."

Wen Lueyan saw his dazed and stunned face in the window.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that, in fact, apart from the radio and this number, he had no other way to contact Lin Zhifan.

The girl also told him that she could always find him whenever she wanted to see him.

But she didn't tell me what I should do if I want to see her?

When the radio station disappeared and the phone number he dialed every night became unavailable, he completely lost contact with her.

Just like a kite with a broken string, it will no longer leave any trace where it flew.

The only thing that was held in someone's hand was a pitiful thread, a memory that perhaps only he knew.

The boy suddenly panicked.

He tuned the frequency all night long until the night deepened, until the east gradually brightened and the first ray of morning light came in from the window.

The channel was silent, as if the magical deep-sea radio station had disappeared forever.

It's like finally waking up from a big dream, with the dreamer holding hands full of desolate memories, which will evaporate in the sunlight at dawn.

Wen Lueyan stopped.

In the gradually brightening morning light, he sat like a statue.

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He began to run around the streets again.

On his third bike.

The boy rushed through familiar and unfamiliar streets and alleys again and again with his hat on, his eyes scanning every corner again and again, hoping to see that slender, gray shadow at some point.

But I am always disappointed.

Always disappointed.

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He began to carefully collect information about the accident ten years ago.

Whether it was newspapers or online news, he even went to Haitian City again and tried to ask the elderly residents who knew about the accident, hoping to find out the follow-up of the matter through them.

Therefore, the follow-up of that year gradually became clear through repeated inquiries and searches.