Chapter 3

Excitedly, I called my husband. I wanted to ask him if he still remembered how many people killed our daughter.

He would surely be like my brother, remembering it as one person.

But the file showed two people.

Then, I could use this to prove that the cross-time call between my daughter and me was real.

However, after five or six calls, no one answered.

As I was hesitating, wondering if I should go to my brother first to discuss, the seventh call was finally answered.

"Hello, who is this? Don't you let people sleep in the middle of the night? Calling twice without an answer and still keep calling, are you brain-damaged or something!"

I called my husband, but a woman answered!

Judging by her voice, she sounded about thirty.

I was stunned, anger enveloping me, but I knew now wasn't the time to act rashly.

Because the woman yelled impatiently again.

"Which bitch is calling? So annoying, interrupting people making love."

With that, the call ended.

I couldn't sit still anymore. This woman's voice was too familiar!

Especially that phrase.

Bitch!

The voice was identical! This was clearly the woman from the call, one of the killers who murdered my daughter!

My husband was actually with one of the killers!