Fatty quickly responded and ended the call. He sat by the table, deep in thought.
Sound and secrets... Fatty furrowed his brows, struggling to find a connection between the two.
He had turned the room upside down, flipping every book and almost dismantling the bookshelf. After finding a lighter in the chandelier, he even checked every clock on the wall, wondering if something was hidden behind them, but found nothing.
Fatty sank despondently onto the floor, staring out at the pitch-black street. It seems like only the Doctor can solve this problem, but I don't know if he realizes something is off with the game's audio.
Just as Fatty was about to ransack the room a second time, considering whether to pry open the floorboards, the telephone on the table behind him suddenly rang.
Is it Brother Chu? Has he found something new?
Fatty picked up the phone, muttering to himself. The moment he placed the receiver against his ear, his scalp tingled intensely.
CLICK.
