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I didn't wait for Fu Ying to answer, so I followed first.

If there is no one beside the woman, she just buries her head and walks forward.

After walking through a road, as soon as I turned a corner, I saw a community under construction. The house in the complex has been built, but there are no windows installed.

A phone booth on the side of the road is very inconspicuous, just like those street lamps and street signs, normal people walking by here will not pay special attention to it.

The red phone booth is mottled with paint, but the original bright color can still be seen. It is also the only bright color on this colorless road.

The phone booth is fully enclosed, a boxy space with a flat top and a public telephone marking. On the other side of the roadway, there is still an advertising box. The advertisement posted inside has faded, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a movie poster.

I still have an impression of this movie. It was when I was in high school that I screened a campus love movie, the male lead was a traffic student at that time, and the female lead was also a traffic girl, so he earned a lot of eyeballs and box office, but the reputation was extremely bad, and the box office dived all the way, and soon all the offline paintings were drawn.

The poster in the advertising box can't see the youth and beauty of the male and female leads, only two miserable white faces. Even the name of the movie is so blurred that it is impossible to read, and the other handwriting has completely disappeared.

The woman quickened her pace, crossed the street, and walked directly to the phone booth.

I followed.

The phone booth was clean, only dusty, and not turned into a garbage can.

The phone hanging on the inner wall also looks complete, the microphone is on it, and the buttons are not missing. It's just that the numbers on the keys are blurred. The how-to guide posted on the phone was also missing.

There is also a horizontal board underneath the phone with an old-fashioned yellow page on it. The index book was curled up, yellowed on the sides, and a rope was threaded through the spine and tied inside the phone booth.

The woman opened the door and walked in, without dialing.

I didn't see yin qi attached to the phone booth, and I didn't see any ghosts in the vicinity.

The thin man and Fu Ying followed. The thin man probably already understood the intentions. Fu Ying endured to look at me with strange eyes. He was restrained enough, but he still couldn't help but keep staring at me.

No normal person would be able to understand the purpose of my follow.

The woman's eyes were staring at the phone booth without blinking.

I'm recalling the contents of Aoba's archives.

I remember there was a file mentioning the phone booth.

A roadside phone booth rang with a call from the deceased. Once answered, a connection was formed with the deceased. Those who answered the phone were eventually killed by ghosts.

Aoba's client also died.

Aoba's people didn't solve the case. After the client's death, the phone booth in question disappeared. They weren't targeted. Playing a game of cat and mouse in such a big world, of course, there is no chance of winning.

I don't remember what that phone booth looked like.

But when the entire Minqing didn't see much public phone booths anymore, he suddenly encountered such a thing......

"What's her husband's name?" I asked Fu Ying.

Fu Ying suddenly heard such a question, and was stunned, and straightened his already thinning hair, "I don't know." Our neighborhood office contacted her relatives before and found out her parents. There's not much they can do. She didn't mention her husband's name either......"

"It should ...... The surname is Lin, right? I remember that the client's surname is Lin, "What's her name?" ”

Fu Ying thought for a while, "I don't know what her husband's surname is, her name is Yu Xiaoqin." ”

I can't remember the name of the client's wife, and I can't be sure if it's this woman.

The woman's expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed the microphone excitedly.

My heart jumped, and I suddenly felt the yin qi.

Yin Qi wafted out of the phone, it was a simple ghost Yin Qi, without malice.

A gentle expression appeared on the woman's numb face.

The sound insulation of the phone booth is good, I didn't hear the woman's voice, but looking at her nodding and mouth shape, she should be promising the person on the other end of the phone or something.

Fu Ying sighed: "It's always been like this." Crazy. I always thought my husband was calling. ”

She may not be crazy.

I looked at Yu Xiaoqin's appearance, and I couldn't make up my mind.

I thought I already had a hard heart, but when I saw Yu Xiaoqin holding the microphone and her face showing happiness, I would still be touched.

She probably really heard her dead husband's voice.

If this phone booth is eliminated, Yu Xiaoqin may really collapse.

The phone call lasted for three to five minutes, and then she hung up the phone regretfully, and returned to that numb face.

She pushed open the phone booth and walked out, still not looking at us.

"Yu Xiaoqin, Ms. Yu......" I called her, and she didn't stop.

I looked back at the phone booth that was back to normal.

"That ......" Fu Ying looked at me and stopped talking.

"Oh, Director Fu, you don't have to worry about us. I was just...... There are quite a lot of such cases during demolition. Some people don't want to move away because of the memories of the old house. I apologized, "Let's just look at it here." ”

Fu Ying was a little suspicious. He looked at us for a while, and then looked at Yu Xiaoqin, "It's nothing." We usually go to see her in the neighborhood office. My bike is still parked there. ”

That's the reluctance to leave directly.

I'm not good at driving people away.

Fu Ying followed alongside, I had no way to "match the code" with Yu Xiaoqin, at least I couldn't mention Aoba's name.

I ignored Fu Ying, walked up to Yu Xiaoqin, and asked, "Was it your husband's call just now?" ”

Yu Xiaoqin was still silent.

"Does he call every day, or not necessarily? That public phone booth...... Minqing is rarely seen now. How did you find it? "My questions are one after another.

Yu Xiaoqin didn't look at me.

Fu Ying's gaze on me had become a little strange.

The thin man made an excuse for me, "Didn't her family take her to the doctor?" Leave her alone? ”

"I can't do it. I've heard about it for years. Her parents are also older...... Possible...... Seems to have passed away? Fu Ying said uncertainly, "At that time, there were still houses built in the countryside. She must have been here then. I didn't pay attention to this either. It wasn't until the land acquisition here was completed and the resettlement house began to be built that I noticed her. When her parents were contacted, they were already in poor health and were often hospitalized. It took a few contacts before they came over. There's not much they can do. Last year, another relative of hers came over and scolded her or beat her, but it was useless. The neighbors called the police. It seems to mention that one of her parents died. ”

"If this had been the case for a long time, her husband would have died a long time ago, right?" The thin man asked.

"Well...... Fu Ying thought for a moment and patted his head, "It's been ten years, maybe even longer." I don't actually remember exactly. No one has elaborated on it. Everyone in their house was crying and making trouble, and she didn't speak. They are also not very willing to take care of our street office. Fu Ying smiled bitterly, "We can't actually help much with this kind of thing." People think that we don't have to take care of housework. If you want someone to take care of her...... Maybe her family gave up. ”