Chapter 2

I couldn't control my screams, like a lion caught in a trap.

I swept everything off the nightstand, and the warm yellow lamp flickered twice before going out.

The entire bedroom plunged into endless darkness.

Suddenly, there was a heavy pounding on the door behind me.

"What are you doing!"

My husband, Jack, was back.

He turned on the light, and I felt like a drowning person, struggling in the cold embrace, waiting desperately for God to save me.

Jack frowned, quickly running over to hug me.

At that moment, I seemed to find my anchor, believing that my daughter and I would soon be saved.

I told him everything that had just happened, but Jack gripped my shoulders and shook me.

"Wake up! Lily is dead! Three years ago, someone broke in to rob us, and our daughter was killed!"

"I know, but just now, it was clearly Lily calling me."

I stubbornly redialed the number, wanting to prove that everything I said was true.

Although our daughter had passed away, I had kept her smartwatch. I secretly kept it charged and paid the phone bill.

However, when I dialed, it showed the number was not in service!

The exact same number, and the service hadn't been disconnected, how could it be out of service?

I burst into tears, my eyes red as I mumbled over and over.

"How can this be, it's impossible, how can this happen..."

Jack held me tightly in his arms, gently patting my back, patiently comforting me.

"I'm sorry, I lost control of my temper earlier and yelled at you. Look at you, your forehead is so hot, you must have had a nightmare just now."

Then, Jack helped me lie down on the bed and brought me medicine and water.

"Be good, take the cold medicine and get some sleep."

For a moment, I couldn't tell if I had really had a nightmare or not.

But the panic in my heart hadn't lessened a bit.

Because in my impression, my husband wasn't someone who would apologize to me on his own initiative.

Everything felt strange, and my head was hurting badly. I didn't dare to defy him at the moment, so I could only obediently do as he said.

"You sleep first, I'm going to the study to organize some files I need for tomorrow."

Jack said, placing a kiss on my forehead before closing the door and leaving.

I quickly spat out the medicine I had been holding under my tongue, wrapped it in a tissue, and threw it in the trash.

After waiting a while, I heard no movement outside.

I quietly opened the jewelry box and took out my daughter's smartwatch.

It had power and an active phone plan.

The number was correct too. The first three digits were the same as mine, and the last eight digits were two sets of repeated four-digit numbers, which was also Lily's birthday.

I knew it by heart, how could I possibly remember it wrong?

I quickly unlocked my phone, wanting to try again.

However, I discovered there were over twenty missed calls!

It was my daughter's number!

I hurriedly called back, my eyes fixed on the smartwatch in the jewelry box.

The pink smartwatch remained in sleep mode.

The call connected!

From the other end came my daughter's faint voice.

Weak, but with a noticeable crying tone.

"Mom, why didn't you answer the phone, Mom save me, save me quickly..."

Then came a series of dull thuds.

Heavy, muffled impacts, the sound of a blunt object striking flesh.

Tears streamed down my face as I couldn't shake the horrific image of my daughter's condition after death.

Brutally beaten with a heavy object, literally bludgeoned to death.

Skull fractured, neck twisted, spine broken, her adorable face a bloody mess...

I quickly opened the door and went to find Jack in the study.

However, the study light was on, the door open, but no one was there.

A quick glance around showed that I was the only one in the entire house.

I hadn't taken the medicine, nor had I fallen asleep, so this definitely wasn't a dream!

This was all real, my daughter from another time was calling for help!

What should I do, what on earth should I do!

If my death could exchange for my daughter's life, I would jump out the window without hesitation right now.

Jumping from the 27th floor, I would surely die beyond any doubt.

I bit my hand hard, not daring to scream out loud.

However, the killer on the other end of the phone still discovered my presence.

"Heh, this bitch is actually making a phone call!"

This was an unfamiliar voice!

It was a woman's voice!

A thought struck me, making me suddenly hold my breath, my heart skipping a beat.

There were two people who killed my daughter!

"I know who you are. If you let my daughter go, I won't pursue this matter!"

Of course, I didn't know who the killer was. This was just a delaying tactic, hoping my daughter would suffer less torture.

However, the call was disconnected.

I only heard Lily cry out "Mom" once.

I quickly redialed, and the whole situation took a new turn.

I didn't call Jack; at a time like this, he wouldn't believe me. He would only think I was going crazy because I couldn't accept our daughter's death.

I called my brother, and in the short ten seconds while waiting, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind.

I didn't tell my brother what had happened, but asked him for detailed information about my daughter's death.

My brother is a detective, and he was in charge of my daughter's case back then.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, I couldn't tell him about the cross-time phone call from my daughter three years ago asking for help.

On the other end of the phone, my brother was silent for a moment.

Obviously, he hesitated.

But soon, without asking me why, he sent me all the relevant information.

After quickly scanning a few key points, I asked my brother how many killers there were.

"One... wait, why does the file say two? I remember it was one."

My brother's confusion excited me a bit.

I ended the call, my eyes full of hope.

We all remembered that the killer who murdered my daughter was one person.

And the initial forensic report indicated that the killer was an adult male about 6 feet tall.

But now, the file showed that there were two killers.

A man and a woman, working together.

This meant that the cross-time phone call between my daughter and me had changed the course of events.

So, could I use these cross-time calls to completely change the outcome of this whole incident?

Even if the hope was slim, for my daughter's sake, I had to try!