Pinehill was a harsh and mysterious place, filled with strange phenomena that even some scientists had confirmed. In this merciless desert, countless explorers and scientists had lost their lives, yet it still attracted many who were determined to uncover its secrets.
I went through a lot of information, but most of it was similar, repeating those eerie legends. Nothing stood out as particularly useful.
Just as I was about to close the webpage, a message suddenly popped up at the top of my screen.
I clicked on it and saw that the person sending me a message was named “Mysterious Pinehill.”
The message shocked me to the core.
[Did your dead father come home?]
I was stunned for a moment and that person immediately sent me another message.
[I know your dead father came home. If you want to know why, come find me tomorrow!]
Then he sent me a location.
I checked it and it was the address of a small museum.
I saved the location, still hesitating whether I should go.
Just then, I heard a cheer from the living room.
It was Dad’s voice, excited and loud.
"Evelyn, come downstairs quickly, Mom is back!"
I rushed down without stopping and sure enough, Mom had returned.