The rusty door was tightly closed. Chen Ge took down the "Keep Out" sign above and entered the abandoned children's playground.
The rainbow door with peeling paint, the fountain without water, and the carousel that can no longer rotate.
No one has come in here for a long time. Chen Ge walked around and finally stopped at the entrance of the warehouse.
In a room full of mold, there was a worn-out Doraemon cartoon coat.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
Chen Ge never hung up the phone, but until now, no one on the phone responded.
He walked into the warehouse, picked up the cartoon doll costume on the floor, and held Doraemon's head with one hand.
"I'll help you put away your clothes first. You have a good rest. I'll wake you up when it gets dark."
Chen Ge found a big bag nearby and stuffed the cartoon doll costume into it. When he folded the costume, he found a photo in the pocket of Doraemon's belly.
It seemed to be taken in a hospital. A young father was talking to the doctor, and there was a skinny boy hiding behind the young man.
After putting away the photos, when Chen Ge looked at his phone again, he found that the call had been hung up.
"I forgot to ask his name." Chen Ge thought about it and found that neither the online reports nor the landlady had ever called the man by his name.
He seems to be living in a cartoon doll costume. People only know that there is such a robot cat in the park that likes children.
Holding the phone, Chen Ge looked at the phone number on it.
Two calls, two different lives, two different deaths.
"What does this number mean? Why does every dead person call this number before he or she is alive? How do I find the evil ghost I drew?"
Chen Ge thought for a while, but didn't have any thoughts, so he decided to continue fighting.
Holding a large bag containing cartoon costumes in one hand, he dialed the phone number with the other hand.
"In terms of probability, the evil ghost drawn this time should be more powerful than Yan Danian and Lao Zhou combined."
After three or four busy beeps, the call was finally connected. With the experience of the first two times, Chen Ge said directly this time: "Hello, how can I help you?"
The phone was very noisy, and Chen Ge heard the sound of a train passing by.
After the sound of the train disappeared, the phone became quiet again, and you could vaguely hear the children reciting something.
"Hello?" Chen Ge walked out of the Children's Kingdom with his bag, called a taxi, and told the driver to drive forward casually.
The sound of whistling wind came from the mobile phone. Chen Ge did not rush the other party. He waited patiently. He didn't know how long it took before a violent coughing sound suddenly sounded from the mobile phone.
"Are you... okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Ge's voice was warm and could give people strength at any time: "Do you need me to do anything for you?"
"Thank you, no need." The man on the other side of the phone seemed to have had burning coal stuffed into his throat. His voice was very unpleasant, and he was accompanied by a violent cough as soon as he spoke.
"Your situation looks very bad. Don't stay outside. Go home quickly. Or you can tell me your location and I will take you to the hospital." Chen Ge summarized the first two calls.
He arrived after the call was hung up. This time he planned to find the other party before the call was hung up.
"Thank you for your kindness, but just send me to the hospital. My illness can no longer be cured by the hospital." The man coughed for a long time before he recovered. He walked forward slowly, and the wind was a bit loud.
"Can the hospital cure it?"
"Yes, I stayed in the hospital for a long time, but the disease just couldn't be cured. I even felt that they were not a disease, but a part of my body."
Chen Ge didn't quite understand the man's words: "Brother, what disease do you have?"
"Lung cancer is already in the advanced stage."
The man seemed to be telling a very ordinary thing, but Chen Ge's heart skipped a beat when he heard it: "Then why are you still outside alone? Where is your family? I'll take you back. It's windy outside."
"The wind is really strong today." The man would cough a few times from time to time. His physical condition was very poor and he seemed to be about to fall at any time: "I ran out secretly without telling my family."
A patient with advanced lung cancer sneaked out without telling his family. Chen Ge suddenly thought of the protagonist of the first two phone calls, and he immediately realized that something was wrong: "It's too dangerous for you to do this. Can you tell me where you are now?" I won’t interfere in any of your decisions, how about I just accompany you for a walk?”
"I just need to walk slowly by myself. In fact, ever since I found out I had lung cancer, I have always wanted to go somewhere."
"Going somewhere?"
"That place is built at a high place. If you want to get there, you have to climb a lot of stairs."
"Do you want to go to Hanjiang World Trade Center? Why do you want to go there?" Chen Ge rarely goes to the urban area, but he knows that the World Trade Center is the highest place in Hanjiang, and he can overlook the entire Jiujiang from there.
Thinking of this, Chen Ge immediately gestured to the driver and asked him to drive to Jiujiang World Trade Center.
The man did not answer Chen Ge's question. He kept coughing and felt uncomfortable just listening to the phone.
"Brother, why don't you just stay where you are and I'll pick you up later."
"No need." After the man finished coughing, he seemed to feel that Chen Ge was really a good person. After being silent for a while, he took the initiative to speak: "You are very similar to my former attending doctor, whether it is the tone of speaking or the way you do things. Style, you are not the one he is pretending to be, are you?"
"Attending doctor?" Chen Ge was thinking seriously about whether he should play a role so that he could trick the other party's words easily.
He knew in his heart that there was something wrong with his number. Every deceased person finally called this number.
If you think about it carefully, the last person the deceased came into contact with was probably a doctor, so this number may belong to a certain doctor.
"Don't take it seriously, I'm just talking casually." The man had no sense of humor and his smile was forced. You could tell he was in pain.
"Brother, can you tell me something about you? It's hard to keep some things in your heart, so it's better to talk them out." The southern suburbs are not far from the World Trade Center, and Chen Ge feels that he should be able to catch up this time.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I have nothing to do. I was a very ordinary person in the first half of my life. It may be due to my irregular smoking schedule. I was diagnosed with lung cancer last year." A man's voice. It was very peaceful, except for the cough, there were no major emotional ups and downs.
"I had three courses of treatment at the cancer hospital, and then I went home, ready to enjoy my last time and be a happy person."
"I am not a coward, I am also working hard to fight against it. This is a tug of war. I want to use the best mentality and the happiest things to defeat it, while it wants to crush me with pain and fear.
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"The war that took place in my body was very cruel. I told it that I would never admit defeat, and it also used various means to make me bow down."
"Trouble breathing, persistent body aches, low-grade fever, etc."
"I have been losing weight. My limbs hurt so much that I can't lift them up. Every cough affects my whole body, but I just can't bear to take painkillers."
"I'm really not a coward." This was the second time the man emphasized that he was not a coward.
Chen Ge didn't ask why, he just nodded and said three words: "I understand."
The man seemed to be relieved: "About a month later, a lymph node that could be touched with my fingers appeared on my neck. At that time, I kept feeling out of breath and couldn't even drink water."
"After seeing the doctor, they said it was due to long-term coughing up blood that caused swelling of the throat, and continued enlargement of lymph nodes, which compressed the esophagus."
"I failed to defeat my last enemy, and now I have another opponent. However, I still will not admit defeat." The man is a very stubborn person, just like he has always emphasized to Chen Ge, a stranger, that he is not a coward.
The wind became louder, and the voices of the children reciting poems could no longer be heard. The man continued to walk forward.
"Brother, just tell me where you are now? Can I pick you up?" Chen Ge was really worried about the other party. He always felt that if he went there now, he should be able to change something, even if the hope was slim.
"I'm on a long flight of stairs." The man wanted to say with a smile, but when he opened his mouth, he started coughing violently.
"On the stairs?" Chen Ge listened to the whistling wind on the man's side and felt something was wrong.
Stairs built outside the building? Has he already reached the World Trade Center? Has he climbed to the top?
Chen Ge had been to the World Trade Center before, and there were no outdoor stairs there. He realized that he might have found the wrong place.
"I'm walking up the stairs, step by step, towards where I want to go. I should be there soon." As the man spoke, the pain in his body did not disappear. Every cough was a torment for him.
Chen Ge asked the impatient driver to stop the car first. He took his mobile phone and thought about the man's words all over again.
Stairs, where you want to go is high...
Chen Ge could hear the pain hidden in the man's words. The man kept emphasizing his fierce battle with the disease, emphasizing that he was not a coward, emphasizing that he did not escape.
Why would such a person sneak out on a certain day behind his family's back?
When he was in such pain, why did he want to go to a higher place?
Chen Ge listened carefully. The man was very weak and his steps were slow. He didn't look like he was climbing stairs.
"Stairs built on flat ground? Is there such a place?" Chen Ge was thinking, and something suddenly flashed in his mind. When the call was first connected, he heard the sound of a train passing by!
rail!
There are sleepers in the middle of the rails, just like steps on the flat ground. If you think about it this way, the high place that the man is going to is not the World Trade Center at all.
He is seeking death!
The end of this ladder is death, which is also the place where all pain ends for him.
It was precisely because he gave up that he kept emphasizing to Chen Ge, a stranger, that he was not a coward.
After figuring this out, Chen Ge immediately started searching online.
He had heard the sound of children reciting ancient Chinese prose before. There were two Chinese schools in Hanjiang, one of which happened to be built not far from the railway.
Lifting up his phone, Chen Ge motioned to the driver to drive to this place.
After doing all this, he began to try to comfort the man, trying to buy as much time as possible.