Chapter 558: Stairway to Heaven

The rusty gate was closed tightly, Chen Ge took off the sign above which said do not approach, and entered the abandoned children's playground.

The painted rainbow door, the fountain without water, and the carousel that can no longer turn.

It has been a long time since no one has come in here. Chen Ge walked around and finally stopped at the warehouse door.

In a room full of mold, there is a worn-out Doraemon cartoon jacket.

"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 costumes on the ground, and held the head of the doraemon with one hand.

"I'll put away your clothes for you first, so you have a good rest, and I'll wake you up when it's dawn."

Chen Ge found a big 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 Doraemon's belly.

It seems to be filmed in a hospital, a young father is talking to the doctor, and there is a scrawny boy 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.

"I forgot to ask his name." Chen Ge thought back, and found that neither the online reports nor the landlord's eldest sister had called the man's name.

He seems to be living in a cartoon doll costume, and people only know that there is such a doraemon who likes children in the park.

Holding the phone, Chen Ge looked at the phone number on it.

Two calls, two different lives, two different dead.

"What does this number mean? Why does every deceased person call this number? How do I find the ghost I have drawn?"

Chen Ge thought for a while, but he had no thoughts, so he decided to continue fighting.

With a large bag containing cartoon costumes in one hand, he dialed a phone number with the other.

"In terms of probability, the Li Gui drawn this time should be more powerful than Yan Danian and Lao Zhou combined."

After three or four beeps on the busy speaker, the call was finally connected. With the experience of the previous two times, Chen Ge said directly this time: "Hi, 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 became quiet again, and the children could be vaguely heard reciting something.

"Hello?" Chen Ge walked out of the Children's Kingdom Park with a bag, called a taxi, and told the driver to drive forward casually.

The whistling wind came from the phone, Chen Ge didn't urge the other party, he waited patiently, and he didn't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a violent coughing sound in the phone.

"Are you... all right? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Ge's voice was very warm, and he could give people strength at any time: "Do you need me to help 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 condition looks very bad. Don't stay outside, go home quickly, or you can tell me your location, and I can take you to the hospital." Chen Ge summed up the first two phone calls. He arrived after hanging up the phone, this time he planned to find the other party before hanging up the phone.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's okay to send me to the hospital. My illness can't be cured in the hospital." The man coughed for a long time before he recovered. He walked forward slowly, and the noise was a bit loud.

"The hospital can't cure it?"

"Yeah, I've been in the hospital for a long time, but the disease just won't get better. I even feel that they are not diseases, but a part of my body."

Chen Ge didn't quite understand the man's words: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Lung cancer, already at an advanced stage."

The man seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but Chen Ge's heart skipped a beat when he heard it: "Then why are you outside alone? What about your family? I'll take you back, it's windy outside."

"It's really windy today.

"The man would cough a few times from time to time, his physical condition was very poor, and he seemed to fall down at any time: "I ran out secretly without telling my family. "

A patient with advanced lung cancer sneaked out without telling his family, Chen Ge thought of the protagonist of the first two phone 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 simply walking with you?"

"I just walk slowly by myself. In fact, ever 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, and if you want to go there, you have to climb a lot of stairs."

"You want to go to Jiujiang World Trade Center? Why do you want to go there?" Chen Ge rarely went to the urban area, but he knew that World Trade Center was the highest place in Jiujiang, and he could overlook the entire Jiujiang from there.

Thinking of this, Chen Ge immediately gestured to the driver to drive to Jiujiang World Trade Center.

The man didn't answer Chen Ge's question, he was coughing all the time, and just listening to it on the phone felt uncomfortable.

"Brother, why don't you just stay where you are, and I'll pick you up later."

"No need." After the man finished coughing, he seemed to think that Chen Ge was really a good person. After he was silent for a while, he took the initiative to say: "You are very similar to my previous attending doctor, whether it is the tone of speech or the way you do things. Style, you are not the one he pretended to be, are you?"

"Doctor in charge?" Chen Ge was seriously thinking about whether he should play a role so that he could tell the other party's words.

He knew in his heart that there was something wrong with his number, and every deceased person finally dialed this number.

If you think about it carefully, the last contact of the deceased is likely to be a doctor, so this number may belong to a certain doctor.

"Don't take it to heart, I'm just talking casually." The man didn't have a sense of humor, and he smiled forcedly. It could be heard that he was in pain.

"Brother, can you tell me about your affairs? Some things will be uncomfortable if you bury them in your heart, so it's better to say them out." The southern suburbs are not far from the World Trade Center, and Chen Ge feels that he should be able to catch up this time.

"I'm fine. I was a very ordinary person in the first half of my life. It may be because of my irregular smoking schedule. I was diagnosed with lung cancer last year." The man's voice was very calm, and apart from coughing, there was no big emotional ups and downs.

"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 hard. It's a tug of war. I want to beat it with the best mentality and the happiest things. It wants to overwhelm me with pain and fear." .”

"This war that happened to my body was very tragic. I told it that I would not admit defeat, and it also used various methods 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 will affect my whole body, but I just refuse to take painkillers."

"I'm really not a coward." This is the second time the man has emphasized that he is not a coward.

Chen Ge didn't ask why, but just nodded and said three words: "I understand."

The man seemed to be relieved: "About a month later, a lymph node appeared on my neck that could be touched with my fingers. 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 caused by chronic coughing up blood, and the lymph nodes continued to swell, compressing the esophagus."

"I didn't defeat my 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 been emphasizing to Chen Ge, a stranger, that he is not a coward.

The wind became louder, and the voices of the children reciting poems just now could no longer be heard, and the man continued to move forward.

"Brother, just tell me where you are now? Can I pick you up?" Chen Ge is really worried about the other party. He always feels that he should be able to change something now that he is in the past, even if this hope is minimal.

"I'm on a long flight of stairs." The man wanted to say with a smile, but when he opened his mouth, he began to cough violently.

"On the stairs?" Chen Ge felt something was wrong when he heard the whistling wind from the man.

Stairs built outside the building? Has he already arrived at the World Trade Center? He climbed to the top?

Chen Ge had been to the World Trade Center before, and there were no outdoor stairs there. He realized that he might have found the wrong place.

"I'm stepping on the stairs, climbing step by step to the place I want to go, and I should be there soon." 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 his mobile phone and thought about the man's words from the beginning.

Stairs, the place I want to go is high up...

Chen Ge could hear the pain hidden in the man's words. The other party kept emphasizing his tragic battle with the disease, emphasizing that he was not a coward, and emphasizing that he did not escape.

Why would such a person sneak out one day behind his back?

When he was in such pain, why did he choose to go somewhere high?

Chen Ge listened carefully. The man was very weak, and his steps were gentle, not as if he was climbing stairs.

"Stairs built on flat ground? Is there such a place?" Chen Ge was thinking, and something suddenly flashed in his mind. When he just got through the phone, he heard the sound of a train passing by!

rail!

There are pieces of sleepers in the middle of the rails, like steps laid on flat 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 looking for death!

At the end of this ladder is death, and for him it is also the place where all pain ends.

It was precisely because of giving up that he kept emphasizing to Chen Ge, a stranger, that he was not a coward.

After figuring this out, Chen Ge immediately started searching online.

He also heard the voices of children reciting ancient prose. There are two national schools in Jiujiang, one of which was built not far from the railway.

Lifting the phone, Chen Ge signaled the driver to drive to this place.

After doing all this, he began to try to comfort the man, trying to gain as much time as possible.