354 Signal or Illusion

Inside the quiet bedroom, cold sweat slid down Gu Jun's forehead. The headache intensified as a voice drifted towards him through the darkness. It was staticky like it came out from an old-fashioned radio. It was intermittent. It was a firm male Chinese voice and it uttered evenly, "If you can hear us… We are… innocent…" No matter how hard Gu Jun tried to focus, he could not hear anymore than that… It did not feel like someone was trying to converse with him. It was more like a transmission signal and he was the only one who could tune into it.