The phone rang a few times before it was picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Ke Shaohui of the Fishery Bureau? I'm Zhang Zian. We met before when we were saving that minke whale…" Zhang Zian was worried that the other party had forgotten him, so he introduced himself as soon as he picked up the phone.
"I remember. Is there a problem?"
Zhang Zian glanced at the body of the grey gray whale and tried to give a fast, but clear, explanation. "I'm so sorry for calling your personal phone number, but if I call the office number for the Fishery Bureau, it would take too long… It's like this––a little north of where the minke whale was beached, there's a dead mature gray whale."
"Oh? It's already dead?" Ke Shaohui confirmed.
"I estimate that it's been dead for 14 hours. It could have been washed up on shore last night," Zhang Zian answered.