Answer the phone,
Don't answer the phone.
These two sentences were divided into two lines, written in sloppy English; the handwriting was different from yesterday's.
The content was baffling.
To answer or not to answer the phone? Who is calling? Is it the phone in the room or the one in the hallway?
Danfei's mind raced, the scene of Kafei's tragic death last night lingering before his eyes.
Breaking the rules meant certain death. What should I do?
Danfei, his face tense, walked to the living room's telephone. He took it off the wooden table and stretched the cord along the floor as far as he could, all the way to the front door of Room 1172.
No player who had survived to this level was a true fool. Danfei had, after all, risen to his position by treading on the blood of others within the Undersea Gang; his intelligence was certainly not low. Though he was unclear about the specific meaning of "Answer the phone, don't answer the phone," he had to prepare as much as possible.
