"That's when we found out that this number was transferred directly to a dedicated line operator. This operator was transferred to some place in Beijing. He was a high-ranking person anyway. In other words, this number can only be used for reporting specialized work..." Help My dad was a secretary to some official, so he knew a lot. He took the number and kept talking, and looked at my dad more and more thoughtfully.
This is a level that ordinary people cannot touch. It is the so-called dedicated line. At that time, ordinary people's phone calls were nothing more than dialing a switchboard number and yelling at the top of their lungs which place, which unit and who to call. What is the concept of a dedicated line? have no idea!
The secretary only vaguely knew that the dedicated line could only be used when there was a major incident, and that the dedicated line numbers were different. What they represented behind them was probably only known to a few people.
The secretary obviously didn't know the specific situation of this dedicated line. He vaguely knew that this dedicated line was from Beijing, which was quite remarkable.
My dad was stunned for a moment after being told that. He didn't know how to answer. Even the secretary's thoughtful gaze made him uncomfortable, so he had to laugh and not answer. This made the secretary feel more and more that my dad might have something deep. background.
The call was dialed quickly, and a nice female voice came from the other end of the phone, with a standard Beijing accent, and asked: "Can I ask for the forwarding number?"
Different from ordinary telephone calls, this dedicated line does not require a specific unit or anything. You only need to read a special number and it will be transferred to the designated place.
The secretary knew this, so he quickly read out three digits, and the call was transferred. Then a female voice asked for the transfer number. The secretary read out the last three digits, and then the call was officially connected.
This call almost made my dad faint. It wasn't until the secretary called my dad that my dad gingerly answered the phone.
Seeing that my dad answered the phone, the secretary did not leave. After all, in those days, there was no such thing as personal rights. Besides, no one wanted to make mistakes, so they had to guard against the possibility that my dad was a spy!
Naturally, my dad couldn't care about this. After all, Master Jiang had told me what to say. There was no need to say anything special. It would be nice to be able to make a phone call anyway.
"Hello..." The phone went through, and a steady male voice came from the other end of the phone. Just saying hello made my dad stand up straight on the other end of the phone, as if he was reporting something to a big shot.
Some people are like this, and that magnanimity can be expressed in their voice. The person on the other end of the phone seems to have this magnanimity of a superior person.
"Hello..." My dad held it in for a long time before saying a "salt and pepper" Mandarin. After all, it was a standard Beijing accent, and he couldn't guarantee that others could understand his Sichuan dialect.
"Who are you looking for? What's the matter?" Despite his extraordinary demeanor, the tone there was quite polite, but this politeness had a natural sense of alienation and distance, which did not make people feel friendly.
"I, I'm looking for Jiang Lizhun, Master Jiang." My dad's salt-and-pepper Mandarin was not fluent to begin with, and the pressure from the other end of the phone made him nervous and stuttered even more. Even the secretary couldn't. I sweated a lot for my dad.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, which made my dad's hand holding the phone slippery. He had no choice but to sweat too much, and he was afraid that someone on the other end would suddenly say "No such person."
Fortunately, there was no silence for long, and suddenly someone asked eagerly: "Then who are you?"
"I, I, I am Chen Chengyi's father." My dad reported who he was according to Old Man Jiang's instructions. At this time, not only the secretary was wondering, but I was also wondering why my dad didn't say he was Who wants to say that he is my father? I know that person? Am I so proud
The secretary didn't know who Chen Chengyi was yet, so he probably just wondered if this unspectacular villager had a capable child named Chen Chengyi
"Chengyi? Chengyi! Not bad, not bad." There was an inexplicable sentence on the other end of the phone. It seemed like a question, but also seemed to be a sigh. The two words were not bad, and my dad was confused. He didn't know who he was. What does it mean
"Okay, I understand. I will inform Jiang Lizhun. Do you have anything else to tell me?" After sighing my name a few times, he was ready to hang up the phone directly. He just asked politely. One sentence.
My dad doesn’t work anymore, is he going to die? no! I don’t know where the courage came from, but my father, who was also fluent in salt and pepper Mandarin, said loudly: "Please tell Master Jiang that my daughter is not in good condition and I need his help. I am very anxious here." ah."
The person on the other end of the phone was still so calm. He just said unhurriedly: "I will do it as soon as possible."
After saying that, before my dad could say anything else, he hung up the phone, leaving my dad alone with the phone, a little dumbstruck, listening to the 'beep' sound, unable to recover for a long time.
In short, my dad has tried his best to save my second sister. Compared with my second sister’s life, even if he has to face a weak fate with me in the future, he has to endure it. My dad has this idea. Came to make this call.
However, this phone call was so confusing and inexplicable that my dad felt uneasy and could only sigh and left the township office!
Do your best to ensure your destiny.
In the blink of an eye, a week passed.
My second sister's condition is getting worse and worse. In the past few days, she would always be awake for 1 or 2 hours a day. During that time, she would cry and call her mother. I was afraid and would tell my family about her. Can't remember anything.
In the past few days, my second sister has been in a coma or lethargic most of the time during the day. When she is awake, she has a pair of big empty eyes open, saying nothing or answering anything, like a soulless person. !
As for night, it is the most painful time for our family, because as soon as 11 o'clock in the evening is passed, my second sister will always get up and walk to the cemetery.
At this time, she seemed to be a different person, her eyes and expressions would always become very sinister and vicious, and her family could not stop her. If they tried to block her, she would always find new ways to hurt herself. Even if they tied her up, she would still be able to hurt herself. Will bite his own mouth and bite his own tongue.
My parents were in extreme pain. They had no choice but to gag the second sister's mouth, and she banged her head desperately.
At the most painful time, my dad even took out a kitchen knife and shouted directly at my second sister: "Come out, don't mess with my daughter, I will die with you."
What I got in exchange was a series of crazy laughter and contemptuous looks. Even my dad, a always strong man, couldn't help but squat on the ground and hold his head in pain after seeing this!
If his daughter is sad, his parents' pain will not be much lighter.
In desperation, we had no choice but to let our second sister go to the cemetery. We couldn't bear the fact that she was already so weak and hurt all over her body, so she still sat on the grave and sang opera, and our family could only take turns guarding her.
But the worst situation is far more than that. The people in the village have already noticed this. You think, who would feel panic if the weird singing sounds come from the cemetery every night
Old Man Wang was just the first one discovered.
After singing like this for three days, a few brave men in the village went to the cemetery to check it out. Finally, they discovered what happened to my family.
The people in the village are kind-hearted and there are many people who sympathize with my family, but in those days, you couldn't easily say "weird power and chaos". If you wanted to help with an idea, you could only come to my house quietly and whisper.
Moreover, there are rumors in the village. The basic rumors are: "Why is that good girl from the old Chen family suffering from mental illness?"
"Hey, I went to see that girl. She has become so thin that she has lost her human shape, and her face is frighteningly pale."
Words like this reach my parents’ ears every day, which makes them even more heartbroken.
The people in the village were also sad to see it, but we are all ordinary people. Even in the countryside, we hear a lot of stories about gods and ghosts. What can we do if we really encounter it? In fact, everyone is a sensible person and knows that it is impossible for my second sister to suddenly become mentally ill. They all understand in their hearts that my second sister has hit something.
In addition, sympathy is sympathy. Because of my second sister's situation, people in the village are also panicking. This haunting is so big that everyone is afraid that the ghost will find them next.
Widow Zhou came to my house.
She is the only person in the village who has had direct contact with ghosts. After all, she has lived with Zhou Da's ghost for seven years, so she is considered an experienced person. My family helped her and Zhou Da. She remembered her kindness and wanted to come to my house to have a look. situation, come up with an idea.