The mobile phone ghost looked at Chen Ge timidly, holding the old-fashioned mobile phone around his neck with both hands. There were 99 missed calls on the green screen, and the note for each missed call was - Mom.

Chen Ge felt that the cell phone ghost was not a vengeful spirit. He could not sense any hatred or malice from him. He was just like a child who knew nothing.

"You want me to help you find your mother?"

The cell phone ghost nodded, raised his skinny arm, and gestured to Chen Ge.

After trying for a long time and finding that Chen Ge still didn't understand, he suddenly picked up the phone hanging around his neck, edited a message and sent it to Chen Ge.

The phone vibrated slightly. Chen Ge slid the screen of his phone and clicked on the message sent to him by the phone ghost.

"My mother has been looking for me. I want you to use my phone to send a message to my mother. My 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 is because they were too unwilling to let go during their lifetime that they stay in the human world.

Putting away the mobile ghost, Chen Ge prepared to fulfill his wish today: "It would be a waste to leave such a special ghost in the hands of the Ghost Stories Association. Only I can bring out his abilities to the fullest."

The mobile phone ghost is of great use to Chen Ge's haunted house. As long as the mobile phone ghost helps him wholeheartedly, fewer and fewer tourists will dare to use their mobile phones to take photos and videos in his haunted house.

After taking a cold shower, Chen Ge changed into a set of clean clothes and then simply cleaned the haunted house.

The park opened at nine o'clock in the morning. The sky was a little gloomy, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the tourists at all. Compared with the previous few days, the number of tourists today increased a lot.

One-star scenes are no longer attractive to regular customers. Most tourists have begun to visit two-star scenes, and the top group of tourists have begun to challenge three-star scenes.

In just one morning, six or seven groups of tourists had entered the Living Coffin Village and the Third Sick Wing to visit the two scenes. The tourists' ability to adapt to the new scenes was stronger than Chen Ge thought.

Everyone has a fear threshold in their hearts, and as tourists continue to experience horror scenes, this threshold in their hearts is constantly increasing, which also makes Chen Ge feel pressured.

"The reward for the Third Sick Building Trial Mission is the ten mental patients. If we really put them in the Third Sick Building, we can scare the tourists to tears without any other arrangements. The key problem now is that I cannot guarantee that the souls of the mental patients will obey my orders 100%. They are too crazy."

In order to ensure the safety of tourists, Chen Ge did not use the medical records of Ward 3.

"There is no better way for now. When someone is about to pass through customs, we can only let Lao Zhou and the other three go in to provide warmth to the tourists."

Chen Ge's concern for tourists is reflected in all aspects. While he is trying his best to scare tourists, he is also worried about their safety: "It's not easy to do business these days."

Sitting in the haunted house, Chen Ge sent the tourists into the underground scene and then leaned aside to rest.

His current schedule is almost the same as Zhang Ya's, with his day and night schedule reversed. He is very active at night and squeezes in time to sleep during the day.

Taking out his cell phone, Chen Ge searched the internet for information about Liwan Town. It was just an ordinary town.

"The phone of the mobile 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 Ghost Story Association? Is there any connection between the Ghost Story Association and the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang?"

Chen Ge shook his head, thinking that the possibility was not high.

After a busy whole day, the haunted house closed at around six in the evening.

After Xu Wan and Gu Feiyu got off work, Chen Ge called Li Zheng first to ask how to cooperate with them.

Li Zheng's answer to him was not to act rashly for the time being and to wait for their notification.

Since the police said so, Chen Ge would naturally not go over and cause trouble.

He entered the staff lounge and packed the skull crusher, repeater and other things into his backpack. After making sure nothing was left out, he closed the door of the haunted house and took a taxi to the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang again.

Unlike last night, Chen Ge was now full of confidence. Not only was he not afraid, but he also had a hint of anticipation.

Liwan Town was not too remote, and the taxi took only thirty minutes to take Chen Ge there.

When getting off the bus, it started to drizzle. Chen Ge didn't bring an umbrella, so he paid the fare and quickly hid in a mobile phone store nearby.

"Sir, how can I help you?" The waiter asked cautiously when he saw that Chen Ge was dressed differently.

"It's okay, just do your thing." Chen Ge took out the comic book and found an empty corner to communicate with the cell phone ghost.

After a while, his phone received a new message from the mobile ghost.

"The rooftop of Puming Apartment on East Street, Liwan Town? Is this the address?" Chen Ge looked at the message on his phone and found the waiter again: "Excuse me, how do I get to Puming Apartment?"

"Go straight along this street, and you will find the most dilapidated houses." The waiter was very nice. He thought Chen Ge was a renter from outside, so he gave him some advice: "East Street is a bit messy and the sanitation is poor. You'd better live on West Street. The rent is not much more expensive."

"Thank you." Chen Ge carried his bag and headed for Puming Apartment in the rain. He jogged all the way and it took him more than ten minutes to finally find the apartment building that the cell phone ghost mentioned. This building was estimated to be more than 30 years old and looked very dilapidated.

"Is this the place?"

Chen Ge entered the apartment building. There were almost no tenants in the place, and many doors were covered with thick dust.

He climbed to the top floor in one breath and found the door leading to the roof was locked.

The lock is covered with rust and the keyhole is rusted shut.

"It seems that no one has been here for a long time." Chen Ge took out the skull crusher from his backpack, smashed the lock, and pushed open the door.

There was some garbage piled on the top of the apartment building, and rows of flower pots were placed against the wall, but the plants in them had long since died.

"The phone ghost's phone fell here?"

Chen Ge looked around and finally set his sights on a few water tanks.

These water tanks seemed to be used by the tenants in the building to pickle kimchi. Each water tank was sealed and pressed with stones.

Chen Ge slowly approached with a skull crusher in his hand. He moved the stones on the water tank and opened the first water tank.

It's empty inside, there's nothing.

Then Chen Ge moved the stone on the second water tank. As soon as he moved it, a strange smell wafted out of the water tank.

Chen Ge opened the lid and looked inside, his eyelids twitched slightly.

There is a skinny, dried-up child in the water tank. Its facial features are very similar to those of the cell phone ghost, and there is an old-fashioned cell phone hanging on its chest.

Chen Ge stood by and watched silently for a long time, until his hair was wet by the rain: "I found you."

He took out his cell phone and was about to call the police when the cell phone ghost suddenly sent him a message.

"Before I tell the police, I want to use my phone to send a message to my mother. She must be worried sick."

"Do I have to use your phone?" Chen Ge didn't know why the phone ghost didn't want him to call the police, but he respected the phone ghost's idea: "Okay."

He didn't want to disturb the scene, so he took a few photos of the water tank and took the cell phone from the boy's body.

After so many years, the phone can no longer be turned on normally.

He put the lid of the water tank back on and planned to come back after fulfilling the cell phone ghost's last wish.

Putting away the skull crusher, Chen Ge hurried downstairs and ran back to the mobile phone store where he had taken shelter from the rain.

The rain gradually got heavier and his coat was soaked.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" The waiter had just seen Chen Ge and didn't expect him to come back so soon.

"Can you charge a cell phone here? This model? If this phone doesn't work, take out the card first."

Chen Ge handed the phone to the clerk. The clerk looked at it and felt a little embarrassed. He searched the counter for a long time but couldn't find a charger that could be used: "Sir, your phone looks a bit old."

"I haven't used this phone for many years. It doesn't matter if it can't be turned on. Take out the card. I need the phone number inside." Chen Ge understood the phone ghost's thoughts. His mother had been looking for him, so he wanted to use his own phone to reply to his mother's message.

"You haven't used it in years?" The waiter shook his head. "If a user's mobile phone is overdue for more than three months, the number will be recycled. I think your number has been cancelled."

"Cancel?" Chen Ge stood beside the counter, holding the comic book in his pocket tightly.

"Let me check it for you." The waitress was very patient. She opened the back cover of the phone, took out the SIM card inside, and found the information of this mobile phone card through the 20-digit number on the big card.

Looking at the computer screen, the waiter was a little surprised: "Your card can actually be used normally."

"It works? Isn't it said that the number will be cancelled after three months? This phone hasn't been used for at least a few years." Chen Ge looked at the computer screen and he also found it incredible.

"If you are in arrears for three months, your phone number will be cancelled. However, your phone number has been topped up every month since you applied for it seven years ago. Here is the bill."

The computer screen clearly shows the payment record of this number for the past seven years, and the most recent payment was just yesterday!

The waiter looked at Chen Ge with a smile on his face: "Sir, even though you have forgotten this number, someone else has not forgotten it. It is not easy for her to persist for seven years."

"Thanks."

Chen Ge bought a mobile phone that could accommodate a large card directly in the business hall and walked out with his bag.

He inserted the SIM card into the phone, looked at the opaque sky outside, and went into the back alley to summon the cell phone ghost.

“This is our agreement.”

Chen Ge handed the phone to the phone ghost. The skinny phone ghost held the phone, his body trembling.

The rain was getting heavier. Chen Ge squatted in front of the mobile ghost and looked at his face. "How about I take you to meet her?"

The mobile phone ghost shook his head. He didn't dare to send a message with the phone in his hand. After a long time, he returned the phone to Chen Ge.

"She was afraid that her phone would be cancelled and you would never be able to contact her again, so she would top up the number every month. She was always waiting for you."

I don’t know if Chen Ge’s words worked, but the mobile phone ghost sent Chen Ge a message and then disappeared.

When I clicked on the message, there was an address on it - Tongtong Flower Shop, No. 37 Puyuan Road, Dongjiao.

Chen Ge did not stop, but hailed a taxi and rushed to the place the cell phone ghost mentioned.

At almost eight o'clock, Chen Ge found No. 37 Puyuan Road. It was raining heavily at that time.

Chen Ge's coat was wet. He walked along the side of the street and finally saw the flower shop at the corner.

The area is not large, but the layout is very warm, and you can smell a faint floral scent when you approach.

When the glass door was pushed open, the sound of wind chimes rang out. A woman who looked to be in her thirties was holding a basket, as if she was thinking about how to match the branches, main flowers and supporting flowers.

She heard the sound of wind chimes and quickly put down the basket in her hand and stood up.

Chen Ge looked at the woman in front of him. She was very ordinary and plain. "Hello, I want to order a bouquet of carnations."

"Is it for your mother? What pattern does she like?" The woman led Chen Ge to the side.

"I don't really understand, just do it the way you like."

"Then you can pick it up tomorrow morning, or I can send you a picture then, and if you're satisfied, I'll send it to you."

"Okay." Chen Ge looked around and found a small wooden sign in front of the counter of the flower shop with a picture of a very cute boy on it. "Is this your child?"

The woman nodded, her eyes a little complicated: "His name is Tongtong. He disappeared six years ago when he was playing near the flower shop. The police suspected that he was abducted by human traffickers."

"Human trafficker?" Chen Ge did not continue. While the woman was distracted, he quietly put the money for the bouquet on the counter: "Your child will be fine. Maybe he is thinking about you too."

Without disturbing the woman any further, Chen Ge walked out of the store.

"Wait a minute!" The woman suddenly shouted at Chen Ge and went into the inner room.

"What's wrong?"

While Chen Ge was surprised, the woman took out an umbrella from the house and said, "It's raining outside. Take it first and give it to me when you come to pick up the flowers tomorrow."

Chen Ge said thank you, but did not take the umbrella and walked out of the flower shop directly.

The sound of the wind chimes was drowned out by the heavy rain. Chen Ge walked around and entered the cafe opposite the flower shop.

He chose a seat by the window and summoned the cell phone ghost.

"Speak to her. She has been waiting for you."

Chen Ge handed the newly bought mobile phone to the mobile phone ghost. The skinny and pitiful looking little guy held the phone in both hands, stood next to the window glass, and looked silently across the street.

The lights in the flower shop went out and the woman came out carrying her bag and umbrella.

She locked the door of the flower shop as usual and walked away.

Watching her back becoming more and more blurred, the mobile phone ghost finally took out his mobile phone. He thought for a long time and sent a message to the woman using his own mobile phone number.

"sorry."

Across the street, a woman heard her cell phone ring, but at first she paid no attention.

She held the umbrella in one hand and took out her cell phone with the other, but when she saw the message on the screen, her body seemed to freeze.

The umbrella fell and she stood alone in the heavy rain holding her cell phone.

In the cafe, the cell phone ghost leaned on the window and started crying through the cold glass.