At 3:07 in the morning, the phone vibrated for the third time against the oak bedside table. It exploded dully in the dead bedroom, like an exploding heart wrapped in thick cloth.
Gu Jian opened his eyes deeply, but he had actually woken up when he was shaken for the first time.
He didn't turn on the light, just looking at the blurry shadows on the ceiling cut by the thin street lights outside the window.
When it vibrated for the second time, he reached out and pressed mute.
But now, the screen was stubbornly on, and the blue light reflected his expressionless face.
Caller ID: Zhao Bin.
He counted in silence for five seconds until the vibration was about to stop, then he pressed answer, put the phone to his ear, and said nothing.
"Doctor Gu!" Zhao Bin's hoarse voice, pickled by nicotine and anxiety, came from over there. The background sound was the whistling wind and the faint sound of sirens. "It's the third time. Suburbs of the city, Jinxi Garden, Building 7, 1702. A woman living alone, died in the bathroom bathtub, the water was still warm. It's exactly the same as the previous two..."
Gu Jianshen's eyes moved towards the thick night outside the gap between the curtains.
