The faint voice on the wristwatch was clear and audible in the empty office!
Charlie Lewis swallowed nervously, his hands trembling as he hung up the call. He then looked at Carl Jacob and the others in front of him, his voice trembling as he asked, "Are you... human or ghost?"
"Can you talk or not?"
Scar Dog stared expressionlessly at Charlie and said, "Are you running out of things to say with that little mouth of yours?"
"No, no, listen to me..."
"..."
After a brief conversation.
Scar Dog understood and frowned, saying, "So, you mean that when we entered, our bodies were stiff at the entrance of the Sand Gate, and our eyes were wide open and unconscious, staring at you?"
"That's right."
"And I took a photo at that time, but for some reason, the photo disappeared."
Charlie, like a pecking chicken, glanced seemingly casually at the feet of Carl and his companions before letting out a slight sigh of relief. He asked tentatively, "Don't you have any memory of this?"