Chapter 404: Sorry (four thousand words)

The mobile phone looked at Chen Ge timidly, holding up the old mobile phone around his neck with both hands. The green glowing screen showed 99 missed calls, and the notes for each missed call were moms.
Chen Ge feels that the mobile phone ghost is not like a wraith, and he can't feel any hatred or viciousness from him, just like a child who knows nothing.
"Do you want me to help you find your mother?"
The phone nodded ghostly. He raised his thin arms and gestured at Chen Ge.
After a long time, Chen Ge still didn't understand. He suddenly picked up the mobile phone hanging on his neck and edited a message to send to Chen Ge.
The phone vibrated gently, and Chen Ge slid the screen of his phone, tapping on the message sent to him by the phone ghost.
"My mother has been looking for me. I want you to use my mobile phone to send a message to my mother. My mobile phone is in Liwan Town, Dongjiao."
"Your wish is to send a message to your mother?" Chen Ge nodded. Every ghost has its own story. It was because he was too unwilling to put down his life, so they would stay in the world.
Put away the mobile phone ghost, Chen Ge is going to fulfill his wish today: "It's a waste to put such a special ghost in the hands of the Talking Association, and only I can give full play to his ability."
The cell phone ghost is of great use to Chen Ge's haunted house. As long as the cell phone ghost wholeheartedly helps him, there will be fewer and fewer tourists who dare to use his mobile phone to take pictures and record videos in his haunted house.
After taking a cool bath, Chen Ge put on a set of clean clothes and then simply cleaned the haunted house.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, the park opened for business, and the sky was a bit gloomy, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of tourists. Compared with the previous days, the number of tourists today has increased a lot.
The one-star scene is no longer attractive to regular customers. Most tourists start to visit the two-star scene, and the top group of tourists begin to challenge the Samsung scene.
One morning, there were already six or seven waves of tourists entering the live coffin village and the third sick building. The tourists' adaptability to the new scene was stronger than Chen Ge thought.
Everyone has a threshold of fear in their hearts, and as they continue to experience horror scenes, this threshold in the hearts of tourists is constantly increasing, which also makes Chen Ge feel the pressure.
"The reward for the trial task of the third sick building is the ten mental illnesses. I really want to put them in the third sick building. No other arrangement is needed to scare tourists directly. The key problem is that I cannot guarantee those spirits. The souls of the patients follow my orders 100%, they are crazy. "
In order to ensure the safety of tourists, Chen Ge did not use the case list of the third sick building.
"There is no better way for the time being. When someone is about to clear the customs, I can only let the three of them go in to warm the tourists."
Chen Ge ’s concern for tourists is reflected in all aspects. While digging hollows to scare tourists, he is also worried about the safety of tourists:
It ’s not easy to do business this year.

Sitting in the haunted house, Chen Ge put the tourists into the underground scene and rested aside.
His current work and rest time is almost the same as that of Zhang Ya. He is upside down day and night.
Taking out his mobile phone, Chen Ge went online and searched the information of Liwan Town. It was just a very ordinary town.
"The mobile phone of the mobile phone ghost is in the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang. The place where he first appeared should also be in the eastern suburbs, but why did he fall into the hands of the Guai Tan Association? The Guai Tan Association is also connected to the Jiujiang Dongjiao?"
Chen Ge shook his head, feeling unlikely.
After a busy day, the haunted house was closed only after six o'clock in the evening.
After Xu Wan and Gu Feiyu got off work, Chen Ge first called Li Zheng and asked how to cooperate with them.
Li Zheng's answer to him is that he should not act rashly and wait for their notice.
Now that the police have said so, Chen Ge will naturally not be chaotic in the past.
He entered the staff lounge, loaded the skull-crushing hammer, repeater, etc. into his backpack. After confirming that there were no omissions, he closed the door of the haunted house and took a taxi to the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang again.
Unlike last night, Chen Ge is now full of confidence. Not only is there no fear in his heart, but there is also a hint of anticipation.
Liwan Town is not too remote. The taxi only drove Chen Ge in just over thirty minutes.
When getting off, there was light rain in the sky, Chen Ge did not bring an umbrella, paid for the car, and hurriedly hid in a cell phone business hall next door.
"Sir, can I help you?" The waiter looked at Chen Ge in a different way and asked carefully.
"It's alright, you're busy with you." Chen Ge took out the comic book and found a corner where no one could communicate with the cell phone ghost.
After a while, his mobile phone received a new message from the mobile ghost.
"The roof of Puming Apartment on East Street of Liwan Town? Is this the address?" Chen Ge looked at the information on the phone and found the waiter just now: "Tell me, how do you get to Puming Apartment?"
"Go straight along this street, the oldest houses." The waiter was very nice, thinking that Chen Ge was renting a house from outside, and also specially explained: "There is a little mess on the East Street, and the hygiene is also poor. You'd better live on West Street, the rent is not much expensive. "
"Thank you." Chen Ge carrying a bag and taking the rain to the Puming apartment. He trot all the way and spent more than ten minutes finally found the apartment building that the mobile phone ghost said. This building is estimated to have more than thirty years of history. It looks very shabby.
"Is this the place?"
Chen Ge entered the apartment building, and there was almost no tenant in this place, and many doors were covered with thick dust.
He climbed to the top floor in one breath, and the door leading to the top was locked.
The lock is covered with rust, and the keyhole has been rusted.
"It seems that no one has been here for a long time." Chen Ge took the broken skull hammer from his backpack, smashed the lock, and pushed open the door.
There is some garbage piled on the top of the apartment building, and rows of flower pots are placed against the wall, but the plants inside have already died.
"Mobile phone ghost phone dropped here?"
Chen Ge looked around, and finally set his sights on a few water tanks.
The water tank seems to be used by tenants in the building to pickle kimchi. Each tank is sealed and stone is pressed on it.
Chen Ge approached slowly with a skull-crushing hammer. He moved the stone on the water tank and opened the first water tank.
It is empty and contains nothing.
Immediately after Chen Ge removed the stone from the second water tank, a strange smell flew out of the water tank as soon as it was removed.
Lifting the lid, Chen Ge flicked his eyelids slightly when he looked inside.
There is a skinny child in the water tank, whose body has been dried. Its face is very similar to the ghost of the mobile phone. There is an old mobile phone hanging on his chest.
Chen Ge stood by and watched silently for a while until his hair was wet with rain: "I found you."
He took out his cell phone and was about to call the police, and the cell phone ghost suddenly sent him a message.
"Before telling the police, I want to use my mobile phone to send a message to my mother, she must be worried that it is broken."
"Do you have to use your cell phone?" Chen Ge didn't know why the cell phone ghost didn't let the police report, but he respected the cell phone ghost's idea: "Okay."
He did not want to destroy the scene, took a few photos in the water tank, and took out the mobile phone on the boy's body.
After so many years, the mobile phone has been unable to turn on normally.
He put the lid of the water tank back on, preparing to come back after completing the last wish of the mobile phone ghost.
Put away the broken skull hammer, Chen Ge hurried down the stairs and ran back to the cell phone business hall where he had sheltered from the rain.
The rain was getting bigger and his coat was soaked.
"Sir, do you have any questions?" The waiter had just seen Chen Ge, but did not expect the other party to come back so quickly.
"Can you charge your mobile phone here? This model? If this mobile phone can't be used, take out the card inside first."
Chen Ge handed the phone to the store clerk. The man was a little embarrassed after reading it. After rummaging through the counter for a long time, he couldn't find a usable charger: "Sir, your phone looks a bit old."
"I haven't used this phone for many years. It's okay if I can't turn it on. You need to take out the card. I need the phone number inside." Chen Ge understands the idea of ​​a mobile phone ghost. His mother has been looking for him, so he thought Use his phone to return a message to his mother.
"I haven't used it for many years?" The waiter shook his head: "The user's mobile phone owes more than three months, and the number will be recovered. Your number is estimated to have been cancelled."
"Sign out?" Chen Ge stood next to the counter, holding the comic book in his pocket.
"I'll check it for you." The waiter was very patient. She opened the back cover of the phone and took out the SIM card. Through the 20 digits on the big card, she found the information of this phone card.
Looking at the computer screen, the waiter was surprised: "Your card can still be used normally."
"Available? Isn't it said that the number will be cancelled after three months? This phone hasn't been used in at least a few years." Chen Ge looked at the computer screen, and he also felt incredible.
"Arrears will be cancelled in three months, but your mobile phone number has been used for card reimbursement from seven years ago to now. Every month, someone will charge the phone bill. This is a bill."
The payment history of this number in the past seven years is clearly displayed on the computer screen. The latest payment was just yesterday!
The waiter looked at Chen Ge and smiled: "Sir, although you have forgotten this number yourself, but someone has not forgotten it, it is really not easy for her to persist for seven years."
"Thank you."
Chen Ge directly bought a mobile phone with a large card in the business hall, and went out carrying the bag.
He inserted the phone card into the phone, looked at the opaque sky outside, and drilled into the back alley to call out the phone ghost.
"This is our agreement."
Chen Ge handed the phone to the ghost of the mobile phone, and the thin ghost of the mobile phone held the phone, and his body was shaking.
The rain was getting bigger and bigger, Chen Ge silently crouched in front of the mobile phone ghost and looked at his face: "Otherwise, how about I take you to see her?"
The mobile phone shook his head ghostly. He didn't dare to send a message while holding the phone. After a long time, he returned the phone to Chen Ge.
"She is afraid that her mobile phone will be cancelled and you will never be able to contact her again, so she will charge this number every month and she has been waiting for you."
I do n’t know if Chen Ge ’s words came into play. The mobile phone ghost sent a message to Chen Ge, and then disappeared directly.
Click on the message, there is a Tongtong Flower Shop at 37 Puyuan Road, Dongjiao.
Chen Ge didn't stop, and stopped the taxi to the place where the mobile phone ghost said.
At eight o'clock, Chen Ge found 37 Puyuan Road, and it was already raining heavily.
Chen Ge's coat was wet, he was on the side of the street, and finally saw the flower shop on the corner.
The area is not large, but the layout is very warm, and you can smell a faint floral fragrance when you come to the front.
Pushing the glass door, the wind bell sounded, and a woman in her thirties was holding the basket, as if thinking about how to match the foliage, main flower and lining flower.
She heard the wind bell ringing and hurriedly put down the basket in her hand and stood up.
Chen Ge looked at the woman in front of her, very ordinary and ordinary: "Hello, I want to order a bouquet of carnations."
"Is it for mother? What suit does she like?" The woman led Chen Ge to the side.
"I don't understand too much, just do it as you like."
"Then you will pick it up tomorrow morning, or I will send you a picture when the time comes, you are satisfied, and I will send it to you again."
"Okay." Chen Ge looked around and found a small wooden sign in front of the flower shop counter with a picture of a cute boy on it: "Is this your child?"
The woman nodded and her eyes were a little complicated: "He was called Tong Tong. He disappeared when playing near the flower shop six years ago. The police suspected that he had been abducted by traffickers."
"Human trafficker?" Chen Ge did not go on. He used the woman's money to quietly put the bunch of spent money on the counter: "Your child will be fine, maybe he is thinking about you too."
No longer disturbing the woman, Chen Ge walked outside the shop.
"Wait a minute!" The woman suddenly shouted to Chen Ge, and she got into the back room.
"what happened?"
When Chen Ge was surprised, the woman took out an umbrella from the house: "It's raining outside, you take it first, and give it to me when I come to fetch flowers tomorrow."
Chen Ge said thank you, but did not pick up the umbrella and walked out of the florist directly.
The wind bell was submerged by heavy rain, Chen Ge went around and walked into the cafe opposite the flower shop.
He picked a location by the window and summoned the phone ghostly.
"Speak to her, she has been waiting for you."
Chen Ge handed that newly bought mobile phone to the mobile phone ghost ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This skinny and poor little guy, holding the mobile phone in both hands, stood beside the window glass and silently looked across the street.
The lights in the flower shop went out, and the woman came out carrying the bag and holding the umbrella.
She locked the door of the flower shop as usual and walked towards the distance.
Seeing her back become increasingly blurred, the ghost of the mobile phone finally took out the mobile phone. He thought for a long time and used his own mobile phone number to send a message to the woman.
"Sorry."
Across the street, the woman heard her phone ring, and at first she didn't care.
Hold the umbrella in one hand and take out the phone in one hand, but when she sees the information on the screen of the phone, her body seems to be frozen.
The umbrella fell, and she was standing alone in the heavy rain holding her mobile phone.
In the cafe, mobile phone ghosts were lying on the window, crying through the cold glass.