At 11:30 p. M., The system dispatched an order: Send it to the morgue of an abandoned hospital in the north of the city, and don't knock on the door.
Chen Mo thought it was a prank.
Until he opened the door, a woman's voice sounded in his mind, intermittent, as if soaked in water: "Please don't kill me... I still have a child..."
Seven seconds. After the sound disappeared, the takeout bag in his hand fell to the ground. What spilled out was not rice, but a bloody knife.
From that day on, Chen Mo had an extra "channel" in his mind - the last seven seconds of every murdered person in the city would be replayed in his ears.
He heard the boy who jumped from the building cry "Mom".
He heard the woman buried alive counting her breaths in the coffin.
He heard the dismembered man saying "I'm sorry" at the last second.
Every last word was a takeaway, accurately delivered to his mind. He can't turn off the phone or reject the order. He can only use these seven seconds to find the next body and find the next murderer.
Because the platform sent him a new rule:
"The whole city's mystery zone is opened. You are the rider and the prey."
And the last words of the dead are often not a cry for help.
Sometimes what they say is: "Got you."
