The rusted door was tightly closed, and Chen Ge took off the sign above and entered the abandoned children's playground.
Painted rainbow doors, waterless fountains, and carousel horses that never turn.
No one has come in here for a long time. Chen Ge walked around and finally stopped at the door of the warehouse.
In the moldy room, there was a tattered 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 ground, and held the robot cat's head with one hand.
"I'll put your clothes away for you first, take a good rest, and I'll wake you up when it's dawn."
Chen Ge found a large bag next to him and stuffed the cartoon doll costume into it. When he folded the costume, he found a photo in the pocket of the robot cat's stomach.
It seems to be filmed in a hospital, a young father is talking to the doctor, and a scrawny boy is hiding behind the young man.
After putting away the photos, when Chen Ge looked at the phone again, he found that the phone had been hung up.
"Forgot to ask his name." Chen Ge thought back and found that neither the online reports nor the landlord's eldest sister had ever called the man's name.
He is like living in a cartoon doll costume, and people only know that there is such a robot cat who likes children in the park.
Holding the phone, Chen Ge looked at the phone number above.
Two calls, two different lives, two different deaths.
"What does this number mean? Why does every deceased call this number before they die? How do I find the Specter I've drawn?"
Chen Ge thought for a while, but he didn't have any thoughts, so he decided to continue fighting.
Holding a large bag with cartoon costumes in one hand, he dialed a phone number with the other.
"Probably speaking, the Specter in this draw should be more powerful than Yan Danian and Lao Zhou combined."
After three or four busy calls, the phone was finally connected. With the experience of the previous two times, Chen Ge said directly: "Hello, may I help you?"
The phone was very noisy, and Chen Ge heard the sound of the train passing by.
After the sound of the train disappeared, the phone was quiet again, and I could vaguely hear the children reciting something.
"Hello?" Chen Ge walked out of Children's Kingdom Park with the bag, called a taxi, and told the driver to drive forward casually.
The whirring sound of the wind came from the mobile phone, Chen Ge did not urge the other party, he waited patiently, and he did not know how long it took when a violent cough suddenly sounded on the mobile phone.
"Are you... Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Ge's voice was very warm, giving people strength at any time: "Do you need me to do something for you?"
"Thank you, no need." The man on the other side of the phone seemed to have charcoal stuffed into his throat. His voice was very unpleasant, and he coughed violently as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Your situation looks very bad, don't stay outside, go home, or you can tell me your location, and I can take you to the hospital." Chen Ge summed up the first two calls. He arrived after the call was hung up, and this time he was going to find the other party before the call was hung up.
"Thank you for your kindness, but it's okay to send it to the hospital. My sick hospital has been cured." The man coughed for a long time before he recovered. He walked slowly forward, and the wind was a little loud.
"Is it going to be cured in the hospital?"
"Yeah, I've been in the hospital for a long time, but the disease just won't get better, and I even feel like they're not a disease, but a part of my body."
Chen Ge didn't quite understand the man's words: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Lung cancer, it's already advanced."
The man seemed to be telling a trivial matter, but Chen Ge's heart skipped a beat when he heard it: "Then why are you still outside alone? What about your family? I'll take you back, it's windy outside."
"The wind is really strong today." The man coughed a few times from time to time. He was in very poor health and seemed to fall down at any time: "I sneaked out without telling my family."
A patient with advanced lung cancer sneaked out without telling his family, Chen Ge thought of the protagonists of the first two 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 with any of your decisions, how about just walking with you?"
"I just walk slowly. In fact, since I knew I had lung cancer, I've always wanted to visit a place."
"To a place?"
"That place is built on a high place. If you want to get there, you have to climb a lot of stairs."
"You want to go to the Jiujiang World Trade Center? Why do you want to go there?" Chen Ge rarely went to the urban area, but he knew that the World Trade Center was the highest place in Jiujiang, standing there overlooking the entire Jiujiang.
Thinking of this, Chen Ge immediately gestured to the driver and asked him to drive to the Jiujiang World Trade Center.
The man didn't answer Chen Ge's question, he kept coughing, and it felt uncomfortable just listening on the phone.
"Brother, otherwise you just stay where you are, and I'll pick you up later."
"No need." After the man coughed, he seemed to think that Chen Ge was really a good person. After being silent for a while, he took the initiative to say: "You are very similar to my former attending doctor, whether it's the tone of voice or the way you do things. Style, aren't you the one who impersonated him?"
"The attending doctor?" Chen Ge was seriously thinking about whether he should play a role so that he could easily tell the other party's words.
He knew in his heart that there was something wrong with his number, and every deceased finally called this number.
Thinking about it carefully, the last person the deceased contacted was most likely a doctor, so this number might belong to a certain doctor.
"Don't take it to your heart, I'm just talking about it casually." The man has no sense of humor, and he smiles reluctantly. You can hear that he is in pain.
"Brother, can you tell me about you? Some things are hard to hide in your heart, but it's better to say them." The southern suburbs are not far from the World Trade Center, and Chen Ge felt that he should be able to catch up this time.
"I'm fine. I was an ordinary person in the first half of my life. It may be because of my irregular smoking routine. I was diagnosed with lung cancer last year."
"After three courses of treatment in the cancer hospital, I went home, ready to enjoy the last time and be a happy person."
"I'm not a coward, I'm fighting it too, it's a tug of war, I want to beat it with the best mentality and the happiest thing, it wants to crush me with pain and fear ."
"The war that happened on my body was very tragic. I told it that I would not admit defeat, and it also used various means to make me bow my head."
"Breathing becomes difficult, persistent body aches, low-grade fever, etc."
"My weight has been dropping, and my limbs are so painful that I can't lift them up. Every cough affects my whole body, but I just endure it and don't take painkillers."
"I'm really not a coward." This is the second time a man has stressed that he is not a coward.
Chen Ge didn't ask the reason, just nodded and said three words: "I understand."
The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "About a month later, a lymph node that could be touched with my fingers appeared on my neck. At that time, I always felt that I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't even drink water."
"After seeing the doctor, they said it was a swollen throat due to chronic coughing up blood, and continued swelling of the lymph nodes that were compressing the esophagus."
"I didn't defeat the last enemy, and now I have another opponent, but I still won't 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 grew louder, and the voices of the children reciting poems just now were no longer audible, and the man continued to walk forward.
"Brother, can you tell me where you are now? Can I pick you up?" Chen Ge was really worried about the other party. He always felt that he could change something in the past, even if there was little hope.
"I'm on a long flight of stairs." The man wanted to say with a smile, but he started coughing violently as soon as he opened his mouth.
"On the stairs?" Chen Ge felt that something was wrong when he heard the wind whistling from the man's side.
Stairs built outside the building? Is he already at the World Trade Center? Did he climb to the top
Chen Ge had been to the World Trade Center before, where there were no outdoor stairs, and he realized that he might be looking in the wrong place.
"I'm stepping on the stairs, and I'm climbing step by step to the place I want to go. It should be almost there." When the man spoke, the pain in his body did not disappear, and every cough was a torment for him.
Chen Ge asked the impatient driver to stop the car first. He took the mobile phone and thought about the man's words from the beginning.
Stairs, where you want to go is high up...
Chen Ge could hear the pain hidden in the man's words. The other party had been emphasizing his fierce battle with the disease, emphasizing that he was not a coward and that he had not escaped.
Why would such a person sneak out with his family on his back one day
When he was in such pain, why did he go somewhere high up
Chen Ge listened carefully. The man's body was weak and his footsteps were slow. It didn't look like he was climbing stairs.
"Stairs built on the ground? Is there such a place?" Chen Ge was thinking, and something suddenly flashed in his mind. When the phone was just connected, he heard the sound of a train going by!
rail!
There are blocks of sleepers in the middle of the rails, like steps laid on the 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!
At the end of the ladder was death, and for him was where all suffering ended.
It was precisely because he gave up that he kept stressing to Chen Ge, a stranger, that he was not a coward.
After figuring this out, Chen Ge immediately started searching the Internet.
He also heard the voices of children reciting ancient texts before. There are two Chinese schools in Jiujiang, and one of them is just built not far from the railway.
Raising his phone, Chen Ge motioned for the driver to drive to this place.
After doing all this, he began to try to comfort the man, trying to get as much time as possible.