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Chapter 632 The Whale in the Deep Sea

Rain all over the world.

He didn't have an umbrella.

The street lamp presents an extreme fuzzy yellow in the dark night, reflecting the rain pouring continuously from the sky, and the boy's white clothes that are drenched in a blink of an eye.

He held the coin tightly in his hand, and the sound of footsteps stepping on the water merged with the crashing rain.

All the small shops on the street were also closed.

There are only a few sparse lights left in Wanjia, which are brightly lit in the rainy night.

It seems to have a different kind of tranquility and warmth.

But at the moment the rain is cold and there is no one on the road.

The young man just walked with his head buried in his head, his wet appearance looked extremely distressed, but his footsteps did not hesitate at all.

In the dark night, there are only the sound of pattering rain and the sound of him stepping through puddles under the street lamps.

He walked towards the end of the street.

Anyone who is familiar with this place knows that there is the only one in this block, a public telephone booth.

Wen Lueyan clenched the coin in his hand.

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In the residential building, the radio that the boy forgot to turn off suddenly heard the sound of electric current.

Then in the empty room, the girl's clear and pleasant voice suddenly and slowly sounded, and it seemed very peaceful with the sound of rain outside the window.

"Hello everyone, today's Deep Sea Radio is going to tell you a bedtime story."

The sea tide is surging, her voice is like a floating feather in it, slightly cool and hazy with moisture,

"In the sea far away from us, there once lived the loneliest whale in the world."

"It traveled thousands of miles from the Pacific Ocean, waited until the ice and snow melted, crossed the Northwest Passage, came to the Atlantic Ocean, and finally reached the unfamiliar Mediterranean waters."

"During such a long journey, biologists from various countries have captured its whale song many times, but it is strange that its frequency is much higher than that of all its kind."

"Its frequency is 52Hz, while normal whales have a frequency between 15 and 25Hz."

"Because it's so different, it can't communicate with its peers."

"It has no relatives and friends all the time. All the sounds it makes under the sea are just talking to itself. No one can hear its singing, no one cares about its sadness, and no one shares its joy."

"People gave this whale a name, Alice."

"But everyone hasn't detected Alice's whereabouts for a long time."

"Some people suspect that it died and fell to the bottom of the sea, forming a complete ecological chain."

"Some people think it is still alive, it is still wandering alone on the bottom of the sea, like a huge ghost, still singing songs that no one can hear."

"Dear listeners, if you hear this story, would you please give me a call? Maybe I can let you hear it."

The voice was low and light, and the ending disappeared in the air in an instant.

It's more like talking to yourself than speaking to the audience.

Then the song was played as usual, and then the hotline was reported.

However, just like what Wen Lueyan heard every night, there was no sound of anyone calling.

Just when the broadcasting time of the radio station was about to end, a piercing ringing of the phone suddenly came from the quiet receiver.

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell--

It was the old landline ringtone.

When it comes out from the grid, it is as far away as a dream through the cascading water waves.

The anchor, who was still chattering, suddenly stopped all voices.

Can't even hear breathing.

Time seems to stand still.

In the empty teenager's bedroom, the desk lamp quietly illuminates the old-fashioned radio with peeling paint.

Amidst the pattering rain, after a long silence, the air finally re-flowed with a slow female voice.

The so-called time dream illusion seems to be completely broken at this moment.

The world becomes real from now on.

She made a sound hesitantly, like a cautious little animal bumping into something she had been expecting for a long time through the glass bottle.

she says,

"Hi, hello. This is Deep Sea Radio."

(End of this chapter)