The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 748 The Disappearing Electric Wave

He remembered that he thought the girl's voice was inexplicably familiar, but he never realized who it was similar to.

Up to this moment, the voice finally merged with the voice from the radio every night, mixed with the waves and tides, forming a more vivid, and perhaps darker image.

Wen Lueyan looked at the radio for a long time. After a while, he raised his hand and pressed the switch, and began to turn the button gradually.

It was already late at night outside the window, and the hour hand was about to point to twelve o'clock.

Just like every day before, Wen Lueyan patiently began to tune in.

In the piercing electric sound, different timbres of various ages and styles are continuously filtered.

Among the lively and noisy radio stations, the boy was patiently looking for the ghostly radio station hidden in it.

Look for that lonely voice that hides within, without an audience.

However, 10 minutes passed, and the station that he could always find at twelve o'clock in the past did not appear for a long time.

Wen Lueyan was a little taken aback.

He stared at the time for a while, then began to adjust the channel again.

Another 10 minutes passed, and there were still only noisy and noisy other voices in the sound of electricity.

This kind of liveliness set off the young man's bewilderment and panic, which made him seem lonely.

Beads of sweat began to appear on the boy's forehead, but he still couldn't find the radio station until 10 minutes had passed.

I thought it just disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Wen Lueyan hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed the landline number he knew so well.

But this time, he couldn't hear the beeping sound again.

A normal mechanical female voice came through the receiver very simply.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again..."

Wen Lueyan saw his dazed and dazed face on the window.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that, in fact, apart from the radio station and this number, he had no way to contact Lin Zhihui at all.

The girl had also told him that if she wanted to see him, she could always find him.

But she didn't say, what should she do if she wants to see her?
When the station disappeared and the number he dialed every night became empty, he lost all news of her.

Just like a kite with a broken string, it will not leave any traces where it flies.

Only a little bit of poor thread caught in someone's hand, that is a memory that maybe only he knows.

The boy suddenly panicked.

He began to tune in all night until the night was dark, until the east was getting white, and the first ray of morning light came in from the window.

There was silence in the channel, and that magical deep-sea radio station seemed to have disappeared forever.

It's like waking up from a big dream, the dreamer holds his hands full of desolate memories, and the dawn will evaporate in the sun.

Wen slightly stopped.

He sat himself like a statue in the dawning dawn.

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He started running around the streets again.

on his third bike.

Familiar and unfamiliar streets and alleys, the boy wearing a hat rushed past over and over again, and his eyes scanned every corner over and over again, expecting to see that slender, gray shadow at some point.

But always disappointed.

always disappointed.

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He began to carefully gather information about the accident ten years ago.

Whether it was newspapers or online news, he even went to Haitian City again, trying to ask those elderly residents who knew about the accident at the time, and wanted to know the follow-up of the incident through them.

As a result, the follow-up of that year gradually became clear through repeated inquiries and searches.

　You don't know how unlucky I am...

　　It was the critical moment to save the manuscript, and the electricity at home was cut off for several days. Huahua ran to other people's houses every day like fleeing with a computer on my back. It was miserable...

　　It will continue to explode at dawn~
　　Huahua, I'm still humming and coding...

　　Good night, sweet dreams, little fairies~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)