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"In this case, we can go see your wife first. Is it convenient?"

"Okay, okay."

On January 11, 2002, he went to the client's residence. Audio file 00920020111(1).wav.

"Mom, these are the people I invited. They came to see Qinqin."

"Oh, hello, you... look so young..."

"Hello, aunt."

"Hello."

"Mr. Lin, could you please meet your wife?"

"Okay, she should be..."

"In the room, come in."

Da da da……

Squeak——

"Qinqin, your husband invited someone to come and take a look. You..."

"Mom, can I go out? My grandma is still waiting to talk to me. Last time grandma talked about the rice dumplings she made for me when I was a child. The rice dumplings she made were the most delicious, even better than those bought outside. She said There is a secret recipe, when wrapping..."

"Qinqin...wu..."

"Look at this..."

"We didn't see much from your wife alone."

"this……"

"Is there nothing you can do? Think of a way!"

"Mr. Lin, have you ever thought about taking your wife to see a doctor? She may have a mental illness..."

"I will not send my daughter to be locked up! I will not send her to be tortured!"

"Auntie, the hospital treats mental patients in many aspects. Choose a good hospital..."

"Get out of here! Get out of here! I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"

"Aunt……"

"mom……"

…

Bang!

"...Well, I'm sorry. I actually...I actually told my mother-in-law before. My father-in-law and mother-in-law had a bigger reaction. They even...even doubted me. I really..."

"Mr. Lin, we don't see anything unusual from you and your wife. Why don't you take us to the phone booth and we'll make a judgment later."

"good."

…

"It's in front, right... Huh? Huh?! How..."

Da da da da…

"How come...it was originally here...it was originally a phone booth here..."

"You mean, the phone booth is here?"

"Yeah, right here. This used to be a phone booth, so why...how...hey?"

…

The phone booth that the client said had disappeared, and no signs of demolition were seen at the site.

January 12, 2002, audio file analysis. Audio file 00920020111G.wav.

"...She always said that she had auditory hallucinations and heard the ringing tone of the phone..."

"There's nothing wrong with this guy."

Audio file 00920020111(1)G.wav.

"...Grandma last time talked about the rice dumplings she made for me when I was a child. The rice dumplings she made were the most delicious..."

"There's nothing wrong with this woman."

"Mushroom, are you sure?"

"certainly."

"No problem, then it's a human problem. Boss, what do you think?"

"But didn't Ling create some kind of formation? That thing is useless?"

"There is no problem with the formation. But it cannot be ruled out that in some cases, the formation may be misguided."

"That's it...Yi Zi, do you still want to investigate this matter?"

"What's 'you'? Do you have a sense of teamwork, uncle?"

"Why not? But we work together, isn't that what my job is?"

"Check the phone company first, and then ask the people around you. If that phone booth really exists, it should be seen by more than just Mr. and Mrs. Lin Si."

"Even if only the two of them saw it, someone should have noticed something was wrong with them answering the phone."

"that's right!"

On January 13, 2002, the area near the phone booth was investigated. Audio file 00920020113.wav.

……rustle……

"...Phone booth? Is there a phone booth here? I haven't noticed it."

…

"...There seems to be one...when you suddenly said that, I suddenly...hiss-I can't remember it. There must be one, right?"

…

"...I have an impression of this. Someone called me before, and a couple was quarreling!"

"You saw that phone booth?"

"Of course. Isn't it right there? It seems to have been demolished recently."

"What was the situation like when you saw the couple quarreling?"

"The woman was on the phone, and the man wanted to hang up. Maybe he was calling his parents' family. I just passed by and took a look. A husband and wife were quarreling, so it's not good for us to just stand by and watch the fun, right? "

"What does that phone booth look like?"

"What it looks like...it's just a phone booth...it looks better than the one with a pole. It's a booth. It's gray, the color...I don't know how to describe the color, it's just gray."

"What about the style of the phone?"

"I haven't noticed it. It's almost like the others."

…

"...Oh, yes, there is a phone booth."

“What does that phone booth look like?”

"Huh? Just, it's a phone booth."

"What color is it? Glass door or..."

"It's gray...it looks quite dirty. It's a glass door, and there's an advertisement on the back. It's also dirty. I can't tell what advertisement it is."

"Where's the phone inside?"

"I haven't seen this. It seems to be like other places. It's like this, in such a high place, with a phone like this. There is a yellow page on top of the phone."

"Do you have any impressions of the people who often call there?"

"Often... there are two people. One of them used to be a garbage collector. He used to collect waste in the trash cans there. It seems that the neighborhood committee asked him to help manage the trash cans. He kept going over to make phone calls. There was another woman, a while ago. She seemed to have a brain problem. Her husband came and dragged her away. She probably lived in the community over there. I saw her husband dragging her over. She was still screaming and crying. .”

"Ok, thank you."

……rustle……

On January 15, 2002, it was investigated that the suspicious person Zhao Xiaowei, male, about 40 years old, made a living by collecting scraps in a Changde community near the phone booth from about 1998 to 2000. He disappeared from 2000 to 2001. Audio file 00920020115.wav.

"...The person you want to ask is Lao Zhao, his name is... eh, his name is..."

"My name is Zhao Xiaowei."

"Yes, Zhao Xiaowei. Oh, Aunt Chen, you still have a good memory."

"You have a lot of things to do. You remember too many things."

"What's going on with Mr. Zhao Xiaowei?"

"He was just picking up garbage here, empty bottles, old newspapers, etc., and he took money from selling them. Oh, he was in trouble at first. He messed up the trash cans here, and many residents complained. We almost got into a fight with him. We later did ideological work for him and talked with him for a long time before he humbly corrected himself."

"After that, he collected waste in the community?"

"right."

"Then where is he now?"

"I don't know. He seems to have run away. We don't have any contract with him... He ran away, and we have a headache. He originally built a house in a green belt in our community and helped clean the trash cans. He ran away without saying a word. Everything was still there, and someone else had to clean the trash can..."

"When did he disappear?"

"Is it 2000, or 2001?"

"It was almost 2000, and we found new people after a few months."

"Yeah, right about that time."

Good night everyone~