At two o'clock in the morning, the dead man's cell phone that Lin Mo had repaired suddenly lit up.
There is only one message on the screen:
"Don't give the phone back to the person who gave it to her, she'll kill me."
At the same time, there was a knock on the door outside the store.
The woman outside the door was soaked and asked him with a smile:
"Boss, has my husband's cell phone been repaired?"
From that day on, Lin Mo discovered that as long as the deceased left unspoken secrets, the phone would automatically turn on at two in the morning.
The driver who drowned asked him to search for a non-existent daughter; the student who jumped from the building insisted that someone had stolen his name; the dead anchor was still broadcasting live on camera; the voice of his missing father came from the phone that was burned out fifteen years ago.
But Lin Mo gradually discovered——
Dead men may not lie.
And every time he reads a message about the deceased, he will lose a piece of his own memory.
Until one day, the mobile phone left by my father finally lit up:
"Lin Mo, if you can still recognize me, please do not find out the truth about my death."
