"Hello? Hello! Where are you now! I can help you, I can help you!"

Chen Ge shouted into the phone, but the only answer he got was the sound of burning flames.

"Calm down, you must calm down!"

He clenched his phone, kicked open the door of the haunted house, and rushed to the tallest office building in the park.

He sprinted all the way to the top of the building and stood at the highest point in the park, overlooking Jiujiang.

There were bright lights, bustling traffic, but there was no fire to be seen.

But now there was clearly flames rising from the microphone, and crackling sounds were constantly coming out.

The fire has spread.

"Hey, I don't know if you can hear me, I just want to tell you that I can help you, and there are people in this world who are willing to help you."

There was a rustling sound of electricity, as if the fire had burned the telephone line. There was no message and the call was disconnected.

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Chen Ge felt a little upset.

The author's last paragraph should be about his own fantasy. His persistence has not been rewarded. After his dream collapsed, he may have had mental problems.

Holding the guardrail at the edge of the building, Chen Ge looked into the distance.

A few minutes later, he dialed the number again with a glimmer of hope. He knew the possibility was slim, but he still wanted to try again.

A busy tone rang in my ears, and I didn't know how long it lasted.

Chen Ge sighed softly, and when he was about to hang up, the call was suddenly connected.

"Hello."

A completely unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wrong number?

Chen Ge subconsciously checked the phone number. All the digits were correct, but the sound of the burning flame in the microphone disappeared, and the phone became depressingly quiet.

Same number, different voice. Chen Ge calmed down and recalled the description of this number on the black phone. The police found that every deceased person had called this number at the last moment of their life.

There is more than one dead person!

After realizing this, Chen Ge quickly calmed down his emotions and adjusted his voice and tone: "Hello, how can I help you?"

Without understanding the situation and knowing what the other party had experienced, this was all Chen Ge could say.

"Help me? No, thank you." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded weak, as if the person was about to fall asleep.

"You look uncomfortable." Chen Ge felt uneasy for no reason. The other party was frighteningly calm, which reminded him of the writer just now: "Can you tell me where you are now? If you want to talk to someone, I can go over right away."

"It's too late." The man spoke slowly: "If you really want to help me, can you tell my landlord before hanging up that the water, electricity, gas and electricity bills are on the suitcase."

"Landlord? How can I contact him?" Chen Ge heard the man's tone and felt that he was explaining his last wishes. He wanted to know the man's current location, and the landlord was a good starting point.

"She lives in the residential area to the left of the Fairy Tale Kingdom, on the first floor of Building No. 6." The man's voice was weak, as if speaking was already a very strenuous thing for him now.

"Fairy Tale Kingdom?" The location of this park flashed through Chen Ge's mind. It was built in the southern suburbs of Jiujiang and was a children's park specially built for children. Later, it was closed for some reason. "Do you have her contact number? I'm afraid I won't be able to find the place when the time comes."

Chen Ge walked downstairs decisively. He planned to go to the southern suburbs of Jiujiang to take a look in person.

Human life was at stake, so he didn't hang up the phone and tried his best to calm the other party: "From your voice, it seems that you are very sleepy. Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

"I haven't had a good sleep for a long time." The man smiled and said, "I don't know why. I feel carefree during the day, but at night I start to have all sorts of random thoughts and can't fall asleep no matter how hard I try."

"I understand your pain very well. I also always have trouble sleeping at night, and often walk outside alone at three or four in the morning." Chen Ge felt the same way, and what he said was indeed the truth.

The man seemed to find a resonance in Chen Ge's sincere tone: "Do you always suffer from insomnia?"

"Yes, my parents disappeared more than half a year ago, and no clues have been found so far. I live in pain and anxiety every day. I can only seek a little comfort for my soul by helping others." At this point, Chen Ge changed the subject: "But I will still persist in looking for them. When I find them, I must tell them loudly about my anger and worry, and then run over and hug them tightly."

"I hope you can find them soon." The man's tone softened a little, but his condition was getting worse and worse, as if he would fall into a coma at any time.

"Can you tell me about yourself? Just treat me as a stranger passing by." Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Ge asked tentatively.

"My life is meaningless." The man thought for a while and said these words.

"Life itself is meaningless. It is mainly because different people give it different meanings that it becomes less boring." Chen Ge has already run out of the office building and ran towards the outside of the park.

"Maybe. My birth was an accident. My father took care of me since I was a child. He worked hard and earned a meager salary. He was just like any other person you see on the street, very ordinary." The man's voice gradually became lower, but his speaking speed did not change much.

"I was weak since I was young, which caused him a lot of trouble. After I went to school, I felt out of place. I always felt that I was stupid, couldn't do anything well, couldn't concentrate, and no one wanted to be friends with me." The man took a breath, hesitated for a moment and continued: "At first, the teacher just thought that I had a problem with my personality, and I thought so too. Until one day, the teacher called my father to school and they suggested that I see a doctor."

"See a doctor?"

"Yes, the diagnosis result is Nobita-Fat Tiger Syndrome. It's a very interesting name. I thought it was quite amusing when I first heard it." The man smiled, but there was no happiness in his voice.

This was the first time Chen Ge had heard of this disease. Nobita and Fat Tiger seemed to be characters from a cartoon. "What are the specific symptoms of this disease?"

"It's a general term for mental disorders such as ADHD and attention deficit disorder abroad. Daxiong represents attention deficit disorder, which is the disease I suffer from."

"I knew nothing about this disease at the time. When I returned to school, my classmates only knew that I was sick, but they didn't learn about it. In fact, sometimes they just need a reason to isolate you, and having a brain disease happens to be a good excuse."

The man said this calmly, as if it was nothing compared to what happened next.

"After high school, I stopped studying because I felt sorry for my father. I looked for many jobs, but was fired because of my personality. I became afraid to see people and my condition became more and more serious. Eventually, I developed severe depression and was sent to a mental illness correction center."

"At that time, I was in my early twenties. Not only could I not help my father at all, but I was also a burden to him like a blood-sucking leech."

"Under these circumstances, I thought about it for a long time and decided to leave."

"I posted the last words I wanted to say to my father online and set it to be posted on a scheduled basis." The man sighed deeply: "If I had left that day, perhaps nothing would have happened."

"Don't ever have such thoughts! Everything is possible only when you are alive!" Chen Ge had already gotten into the taxi and asked the driver to drive to the southern suburbs as quickly as possible.

"I was revived, but the time I was in the coma, the timed releases were already public."

"It was the first time I received so much concern. I felt overwhelmed."

"After I recovered, I went online to clarify. I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone, but I'm fine."

"A lot of people comforted me and said it was okay, but I also saw some private messages."

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Why are you still jumping around?"

"I'm still looking forward to burning incense for you on your seventh day."

"Sleeping pills are easy to save if they are found in time. Choose poisons like paraquat."

"Can't you just die in peace?"

"I'm very confused. We don't even know each other, so why do so many people hope that I die? Is it because my death can make them smile knowingly?" The man's voice became more and more low.

Chen Ge felt these words were somewhat vicious: "I think you can't let them get what they want. The more they beg you to die, the happier you should live. Smile all the time and make them angry to death!"

The man on the other end of the phone laughed softly: "You are such an interesting person. I was also troubled for a while, but after talking to my father, I realized that he didn't care that I was sick, nor did he care that I was a burden to him. As long as I live well, he will take care of everything."

"I was 22 years old at the time, and my father's words gave me the greatest encouragement. I was not a useless person, and I could do it."

"I actively cooperated with the treatment, and three months later, I was discharged from the hospital."

"My father knew my situation and that I would be very nervous when meeting people, so he specially helped me get a job that didn't require me to meet people - I was asked to play a large cartoon puppet in a children's park."

"On the day I went to work, the park staff took me to the warehouse and asked me to choose one from a pile of cartoon doll costumes."

"I fell in love with Doraemon right away because of its big head and a small fan inside. Another reason is that I suffered from Nobita Fat Tiger Syndrome when I was a child, and I thought Doraemon could bring good luck to Nobita."

"After a simple training, I started working. My daily job was to wear the Doraemon costume.

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