He walked over to the gloomy device, squatting down to fiddle with it.
"Right, what exactly is this?"
Zhu Qingyue sat up on the bed and asked curiously.
"I don't know, probably some kind of specialized communication equipment,"
Xu Xiangyang shook his head.
"Although I can't figure out what other uses it has, it still has the basic function of sending and receiving messages, kind of like a pager."
"Eh, there are still pagers that big? Then, wouldn't it also need a central paging station as the hub?"
"It's just that the principle is somewhat similar."
After he pressed the button, the speaker of the device once again emitted a "shasha" noise.
After a while, both of them discerned the female voice from the noisy background:
"...is someone there... is anyone there?"
"Save me... save me..."
"Save me..."
Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue looked at each other.
"Was it like this before?" she asked.