"Hello? Hello! Where are you now! I can help you, I can help you!"
Chen Ge shouted into the phone, but the only answer he received was the sound of burning flames.
"Calm down, be sure to calm down!"
He clenched his cell phone, kicked open the door of the haunted house, and rushed to the tallest office building in the park.
Sprinting with all his strength, he ran to the top of the building and stood at the highest point of the paradise overlooking Jiujiang.
The lights were bright, the cars were busy, but the fire was not visible.
But now the flames were clearly rising on the other side of the microphone, and crackling sounds kept coming.
The fire has spread.
"Hey, I don't know if you can hear this. I just want to tell you that I can help you. There are still people in this world who are willing to help you."
There was a rustle of electricity, as if fire had reached the telephone line. There was no message, and the call was disconnected.
Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Chen Ge felt a little blocked.
What the author said in the last paragraph should be his own fantasy. His persistence has not been rewarded. After the collapse of his dream, he may have suffered from mental problems.
Holding on to the guardrail at the edge of the building, Chen Ge looked into the distance.
A few minutes later, he dialed the phone number again with a hint of luck. He knew it was unlikely, but he still wanted to try again.
A busy tone rang in my ears for who knows how long.
Chen Ge sighed softly. Just when he was about to hang up, the call was suddenly connected.
"Hello."
What came over the phone was a completely unfamiliar voice.
Wrong call?
Chen Ge subconsciously checked the phone number. All the numbers were correct, but the sound of burning fire in the phone disappeared, and the silence on the phone was depressing.
Same number, different voice. Chen Ge calmed down and recalled the introduction about this number on the black mobile phone - the police found that every deceased person dialed this number in the last moments of his life.
There is more than one dead!
After realizing this, Chen Ge quickly sorted out his emotions and adjusted his voice and intonation: "Hello, how can I help you?"
Not understanding the situation or what the other party had experienced, all Chen Ge could say was this.
"Help me? No, thank you." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little weak, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"You look very uncomfortable." Chen Ge felt uneasy for no reason. The other person was frighteningly calm, which reminded him of the writer just now: "Can you tell me where you are now? If you want to find someone
If you want to chat for a while, I can go over immediately."
"It's too late." The man spoke very slowly: "If you really want to help me, could you tell my landlord that the water, electricity and gas bills are on the suitcase before hanging up the phone?"
"Landlord? Then how do I contact him?" Listening to the man's tone, Chen Ge felt like he was explaining his funeral arrangements. He wanted to know where the man was at this time, and the landlord was a good breakthrough point.
"She lives in the residential area to the left of Fairy Tale Kingdom, on the first floor of Building 6." The man's voice was weak, as if speaking was already a very laborious task for him.
"Fairy Tale Kingdom?" The location of this paradise flashed through Chen Ge's mind. It was built in the southern suburbs of Jiujiang. It was a children's paradise specially built for children. It was later shut down for some reasons: "Then do you have her contact number?
I’m afraid I won’t be able to find a place by then.”
Chen Ge walked decisively downstairs, planning to go to the southern suburbs of Jiujiang to have a look in person.
His life was at stake, so he did not hang up the phone and tried his best to stabilize the other party: "Listening to your voice, I feel that you are very sleepy. You didn't rest last night, okay?"
"I haven't slept deeply for a long time." The man smiled and said, "I don't know why. I am careless during the day, but at night I will think about it wildly, tossing and turning and just can't fall asleep."
"I understand your pain very well. I always can't sleep at night, and I often walk out alone at three or four in the morning." Chen Ge felt the same, and what he said was indeed the truth.
The man seemed to find a resonance in Chen Ge's sincere tone: "Do you always have insomnia too?"
"Yes, my parents disappeared more than half a year ago, and no clues have been found so far. I live in pain and anxiety every day, and I can only find some solace for my soul by helping others." At this point, Chen
Ge's voice changed: "But I will still keep looking. When I find them, I will tell them my anger and worries loudly, and then run over and hug them tightly."
"I hope you can find them soon." The man's tone softened slightly, but his condition was getting worse and worse, as if he would fall into coma at any time.
"Can you tell me something about you? Just treat me as a stranger passing by." Chen Ge saw that he was almost done and asked tentatively.
"My life is very meaningless." The man thought about it for a while and said these words.
"Life is inherently meaningless. It's mainly because different people give it different meanings, so it becomes less boring." Chen Ge had already run out of the office building and ran towards the outside of the paradise.
"Maybe, my birth was an accident. My father took care of me since I was a child. He works hard and earns a meager salary. He is just like a random person seen on the road. He is very ordinary." The man's voice was slow.
Slower and lower, but the speaking speed has not changed much.
"I was very weak since I was a child, which caused him a lot of trouble. After I went to school, I was in a state of being out of place. I always felt that I was stupid. I couldn't do anything well, couldn't concentrate, and couldn't concentrate on anyone.
Don't like to be friends with me." The man took a breath, hesitated and continued: "At first, the teacher just thought there was something wrong with my personality, and I thought so myself, until one day, the teacher called my dad to school.
, they suggested that I go see a doctor.”
"See a doctor?"
"Yes, the diagnosis was Nobita-Fat Tiger Syndrome. It's a very interesting name. I thought it was quite interesting when I first heard it." The man smiled, but there was no happiness in his voice.
Chen Ge also heard about this disease for the first time. Daxiong Fat Tiger seemed to be a character in a certain comic: "What are the specific manifestations of this disease?"
"Overseas, the general term for mental disorders such as ADHD and Attention Deficit Disorder, among which Daxiong represents Attention Deficit Disorder, is the disease I suffer from."
"I knew nothing about this disease at the time. When I returned to school, my classmates only knew that I had the disease, but they did not understand it. In fact, sometimes they just need a reason to isolate you, and the brain has
Illness happens to be a good excuse."
The man said this very calmly, as if it was nothing compared to what happened next.
"After high school, I stopped studying. I felt very sorry for my father. I looked for many jobs, but was fired because of my personality. I began to be afraid of meeting people, and my condition became more and more serious, which eventually evolved into
He suffered from severe depression and was sent to a mental illness correction center."
"I was in my early twenties at that time. Not only could I not bring any help to my father, but I was also like a blood-sucking locust, dragging him down."
"In this case, I thought about it for a long time and decided to leave."
"I posted the last words I wanted to say to my father on the Internet and set it as a scheduled release." The man sighed deeply: "If I had left that day, maybe it would be nothing."
"Don't have such thoughts! Only by living can you have everything!" Chen Ge had already got into a taxi and asked the driver to drive to the southern suburbs as soon as possible.
"I was rescued, but during the time when I was in a coma, the words that were regularly released have been made public."
"This is the first time I have received so much concern, and I feel a sense of sincerity and fear."
"After I recovered, I went online and made clarification. I didn't cause trouble to everyone. I'm fine."
"Many people comforted me and said it was fine, but I also saw some private messages."
"Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Why are you still jumping around?"
"I'm still looking forward to your Tou Qi offering you a stick of incense?"
"Sleeping pills are very easy to save if you find them in time. Choose poisons like paraquat."
"Can't you die quietly?"
"I'm very surprised. Why are so many people looking forward to my death even though we've never met each other? Is it because my death can make them smile?" The man's voice was broken and low.
Chen Ge felt a little vicious when hearing these words: "I don't think you can let them get what they want. The more they beg you to die, the happier you will live with a smile on your face, which will make them mad!"
The man on the other side of the phone chuckled softly: "You are such an interesting person. I was worried about it for a while. Later, after talking to my father, I realized that he didn't care that I was sick or that I was dragging him down.
, as long as I live well, he will be there for everything."
"I was twenty-two years old at the time. My father's words gave me the greatest encouragement. I am not a useless person. I can do it."
"I actively cooperated with the treatment and I was discharged from the hospital three months later."
"My father knew about my situation and would be very nervous when meeting people. He specifically helped me find a job that didn't require meeting people - letting me play the role of a large cartoon doll in a children's playground."
"On the day I went to work, the park staff took me to the warehouse and asked me to choose one of the cartoon doll costumes from a pile."
"I fell in love with Doraemon at first glance. It has a big head and a small fan inside. Another reason is that I suffered from Nobita Fat Tiger Syndrome when I was a child. I think Doraemon can bring Nobita good luck."
"After a simple training, I started working. My daily job is to wear a Doraemon costume, prepare candies and small gifts in the pocket in front of my belly, and then play with the children in the children's playground."
"I like this feeling very much. Looking at the smiling faces of the children, I can't help but smile myself."
"Hiding in the doll costume, I also feel safe. Not only am I no longer afraid, but I also take the initiative to communicate with tourists. I feel that this job is tailor-made for me. Doraemon can really bring Nobita good luck."
"
"I've been doing this for a long time, and sometimes my father comes to see me. In fact, I know that whenever he comes over secretly, I will be extremely serious. I don't want him to think that my son is a useless person."
The man's voice was trembling slightly. He seemed very sleepy and his speaking speed was slowing down.
"When I was twenty-five years old, my father found me. He was very proud of me and felt that I was still not defeated by life and that I had surpassed many people."
"He believed that I could continue to live a brave life, and then told me that he could go to work elsewhere with peace of mind. His friend introduced him to a very good job."
"I didn't have any doubts at first, and I would still talk to him on the phone every week, but gradually I found that his voice was strange."
"Finally one day, I asked for leave, went out of town, and found the friend he mentioned, but the other party said that he had not introduced a job to my father, and my father was not there."
"Back in my own city, I searched for him for a long time before I found him in a dilapidated rental house."
"The house was full of the smell of Chinese medicine, and my father was too haggard. I didn't know until that time that he had leukemia, and he had been fighting it. Since I didn't have money for treatment, I looked for folk prescriptions and got some Chinese medicine to drink myself, because I was worried about what would happen to me.
I caused an impact, so I found an excuse to go out to work."
"My dad passed away in the end. I felt useless. The belief that supported me in my life was to let my dad enjoy happiness in his later years, but I didn't expect it would end like this."
The tone was very calm, but Chen Ge felt very uncomfortable listening to it.
"I knew what my father was thinking when he left, so I worked hard to live, but I always felt that something was missing in my heart. When I was twenty-seven years old, the children's playground was going to be closed due to various reasons."
"I tried my best to save it, but I'm just a hero, not a Doraemon."
"Actually, the cartoon doll costumes are very uncomfortable to wear. It's very hot in summer, and you need to wear a layer of tight clothes underneath, otherwise the clothes will stick to the skin and it will be difficult to remove. But when the day came that I had to take them off, I found that I was still reluctant to let go.
.”
"Wearing it, I am a Doraemon in the children's eyes, with countless gifts and candies in my pockets. But after taking it off, I become the Nobita again."
"I found that after so many years, I actually made no progress. I fought with myself every day, but I never really won."
"I'm thirty this year. I don't want to be so tired anymore. I'm going to have a good sleep."
The man's voice became lower and lower, until finally it was almost inaudible.
"Hey! Don't sleep yet!" Chen Ge was very worried about the man falling asleep. He was afraid that the man would never wake up again.
The taxi was speeding on the highway in the western suburbs. Chen Ge was still some distance away from the place the man mentioned.
"Wake up! I'll be there soon!" Chen Ge's voice became louder and louder, but the response from the other side became smaller and smaller.
Gradually, the man seemed to really fall asleep.
Chen Ge didn't dare to hang up the phone and urged the driver desperately. Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the place the man mentioned.
After getting out of the car, Chen Ge rushed into the corridor and knocked on the landlord's door.
After a long time, the door was opened.
"Hello! I'm looking for a man, about thirty years old, who is more afraid of strangers..."
Chen Ge told all the information he got from the phone. He was only halfway through the sentence when the face of the woman who opened the door turned ugly: "Why are you looking for him?"
"Where is he? His situation is very dangerous!"
"Where?" The woman looked at Chen Ge strangely: "That man is already dead. Wearing doll clothes that he got from nowhere, he ran alone into a closed children's playground. By the time the police found him, it was already too late."
"When did this happen?" Before Chen Ge hung up the phone, his cell phone was next to his ear.
"A few months ago, that guy seemed very unsociable. He didn't have any friends. He left suddenly. He didn't even pay the water, electricity and room bills." The woman took a step back and closed most of the door.
"Then let me go to the paradise and have a look." Chen Ge nodded, and when he turned around, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, you should be able to find the water, electricity and room charges if you search in his luggage.
.”
"Luggage?" The woman looked at Chen Ge with even more strange eyes: "What is your relationship with him?"
"I'm his friend." Chen Ge rushed out of the corridor with his cell phone and ran to the abandoned children's playground next to him.