secret chat room

Being a university janitor is a leisurely job, and it is also very boring on weekdays.

Of course, there is a premise that your surname is not Qin, nor can you be surnamed Dong.

Zhang Guangbei's surname is obviously Zhang, so he is really leisurely and his life is really boring.

He is fifty-six years old this year. His wife died early and he has an only son.

His son is his only pride.

Three years ago, after his son Zhang Jiaming graduated from a prestigious university, he was very proud to work for a well-known online company in Jiangnan District, with a high monthly salary.

Neighbors and relatives all around him praised his son for his great potential, saying that after years of hard work, Lao Zhang could finally retire and enjoy a happy life.

But Zhang Guangbei also had a temperament that couldn't be idle, so he asked an acquaintance to find him a job that would make him relax and pass the time.

So he became the janitor of this university.

On weekdays, in addition to completing his work as a janitor on time, he has too much free time left, especially on the night shift, which is even more free time.

Zhang Guangbei has also kept pace with the times. He has learned how to use a smartphone and plays it quite smoothly. He passes the time like a young man by reading novels and watching TV dramas.

Except for the fact that his son is not around and he occasionally feels a little lonely, Zhang Guangbei feels that living like this in his life is not bad at all, and he has nothing to be dissatisfied with, so he is happy all day long.

But today is obviously something unusual. Zhang Guangbei has seemed a little distracted since the morning. Whenever he has free time, he keeps looking at his mobile phone. He is obviously very worried.

"Didi!"

A message pops up on the phone.

Zhang Guangbei quickly took it over and took a look.

Huang Mao: "@大丽花@ hammer, you two hurry up and clear the game!"

It was this brat again. Zhang Guangbei got angry for no reason. He raised his finger and poked at the touch screen keyboard of his smartphone, but his typing speed was not slow.

Hammer: "You liars don't even think of getting a penny from me! Get lost!"

After typing, he ignored Huang Mao's subsequent curses and exited the chat group interface.

Then Zhang Guangbei opened WeChat again and looked at a circle of friends that he had read more than once today.

"I have never done anything bad in my life. I work very seriously every day and take life very seriously. But why is this happening?"

It was a post on Moments posted by his son, and it was probably sent around three or four in the morning late last night.

For some reason, Zhang Guangbei, who had always been very nervous, felt inexplicably uneasy when he saw these words.

Zhang Guangbei is an impatient person. He couldn't hold it in anymore at noon and called his son several times. Until now in the evening, no one answered the phone and there was no reply.

He suddenly remembered that some time ago, during a phone call with him by chance, his son seemed to have casually asked what the price of the house in his hometown was now.

At that time, Zhang Guangbei didn't pay much attention, and asked directly why there were so many. He didn't know, but his hometown was not located in a first-tier urban area, and the price was not much higher.

When the son heard this, he didn't ask any more questions and changed the topic with a few vague words.

Zhang Guangbei didn't think much about it at the time, but now that he thinks about it carefully, his son is in some trouble?

After hesitating for a moment, he found a name in his phone contacts, Xiao Li.

Xiao Li's parents came from the same village as Zhang Guangbei, so they are somewhat related.

One time when I went back to my hometown with my son to visit relatives, I heard that Xiao Zhang and Zhang Jiaming also worked in a large company called Net or something like that, and they were still small management.

At that time, Zhang Guangbei happily asked the other party for a phone number and asked him to help take care of his son, but he found that the other party was perfunctory and his son's expression was extremely embarrassing.

Although Zhang Guangbei doesn't understand what's so shameful about helping relatives, it's not difficult for even the most careless father to understand his children's emotions.

He knew that his son didn't like it, so he never contacted Xiao Li, even though Zhang Guangbei wanted to know about his son's life outside the home.

But at this time, he couldn't care about anything else and dialed this number directly...

…

a long time.

He hung up the phone and was silent for a long time.

On the phone, Xiao Li told him that Zhang Jiaming was fired by the company a year and a half ago...

Zhang Guangbei looked at the series of numbers written on the note with some trembling and made another call.

That was given to him by Xiao Li. It was said to be the number of a colleague who was closest to Zhang Jiaming when he was at the company.

"Hello?"

"Hello, hello, hello, I'm Jiaming's father."

The other party was obviously a little surprised.

"Ah? It's Uncle Zhang? What's the matter?"

"Um... I want to ask you about Jiaming's current situation."

"Ah?" The other party was obviously very surprised.

"My son, he...he didn't tell me anything."

"Oh! So that's it..." At this point, the young man on the other end of the phone seemed to be hesitant.

"Uncle, Jiaming's current situation...as far as I know is not very good.

After he was fired from the company due to work mistakes, he heard that he started a business in partnership with others, but it seemed that it didn't work out in the end and he lost everything. It is said that his girlfriend broke up because of this."

"By the way! Uncle! There is one more thing. Two days ago, Jiaming came to see me and said that the landlord was renovating and wanted to stay in my house for a while, but...actually...I shared the house with my girlfriend.

So it’s not very convenient... Well, it must be quite difficult for Jia Ming, I thought he had already gone home."

"I...he never told me this..." Zhang Guangbei's lips trembled, obviously feeling a little unbelievable.

Of course, he understood that his son's so-called "landlord decoration", which he had too much self-esteem, was mostly an excuse. He was probably at the end of his rope and was kicked out by the landlord.

But even so, he didn't reveal anything to his father, Zhang Guangbei.

Hang up the phone.

Zhang Guangbei sat on the chair in a daze.

His eyes drifted away.

At this time, the message notification tone of the chat group rang in an uninteresting way, which seemed particularly harsh.

Zhang Guangbei got angry for no reason, and the fingers of his right hand holding the cell phone were so pinched that they turned white.

Look at the annoying message.

Huang Mao: "@ hammer! Hurry up and clear the level! What I said is true! I lied to you and took your surname!"

Pass the level! Pass the level!

Realize...

but……

What if it's true...

Zhang Guangbei, who was full of unknown anger, didn't know why, but such thoughts suddenly came to his mind.

If what they say is true, then why not give it a try...?

Zhang Guangbei gritted his teeth, opened the chat group, and looked at the ugly dazzling icon.

…

Until the sky turned white, Zhang Guangbei, who had been playing a game for a whole night with a somewhat ridiculous obsession, was in a daze when he finally saw a big "Win" sign in front of his eyes.

English letters.

After waiting for a while, nothing seemed to happen.

Zhang Guangbei's old face wrinkled and he smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, why did he believe this lie that even a primary school student found lame.

Zhang Guangbei, who was quite young and had stayed up all night, felt tired and fell asleep on the bed in the guard room.

"bite!"

Just as Zhang Guangbei fell asleep for almost a second, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up.

"Congratulations to the player for completing the game Hammer! The rewards have been distributed! Please check!"

…

…

Zhang Guangbei was woken up by Lao Zhao who came to take over his shift.

When he woke up, Zhang Guangbei still felt exhausted. When he picked up his phone, he found that there were several missed calls.

Zhang Guangbei shook his head vigorously, cheered up, and called back.

Will be connected soon.

"Hello?"

"Hello! Is this Mr. Zhang Guangbei?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Well, this is the Tianxidong Police Station in Jiangnan District.

A body was found in a pond in our jurisdiction this morning. It was initially suspected that he had drowned himself. ID cards and relics were found on the deceased, which basically confirmed that the identity of the deceased was Mr. Zhang Jiaming on the ID card..."

"Buzz!"

The man on the other end of the phone, who was in his fifties, his eyes suddenly glazed over, and for some reason there seemed to be an extremely harsh chirping sound in his ears, and the voice on the other end of the phone became extremely distant.

Zhang Guangbei suddenly felt that the horizon under his feet was tilting desperately, and he was as light as stepping on cotton without exerting any force.

"Crack!" The phone fell to the ground, and the screen of the phone, which was 70 to 80% new, exploded instantly.

Then he fell to the ground, along with Zhang Guangbei's shaking body.

…

"Ah! Lao Zhang! What's wrong! Lao Zhang!"

Zhao, the guard who noticed something was wrong, quickly ran forward and helped Zhang Guangbei up.

"Are you okay, Lao Zhang? Why did you fall suddenly?"

Zhang Guangbei, who was shaken and helped up by Lao Zhao, seemed to wake up, and his dull eyes gradually became alive.

"No...it's okay, maybe I just fell."

Zhang Guangbei raised his head, looked at Lao Zhao, grinned, and seemed a little happy, but for some reason, his lips were extremely white.

"Just now, my son said he would come back to see me! Hehe! Hehe! I'm happy!"

"He just said that he had made a lot of money and was coming back to pick me up to enjoy his life! I said it's okay to be an old man! They young people can just live on their own, but he insisted on coming! You said he was serious!"

Lao Zhao didn't notice anything strange. He looked at Zhang Guangbei as if nothing was wrong and didn't have any doubts.

"Isn't this your blessing? Your son has a filial piety and you still resist him!"

"What a blessing! I just love messing around!"

Zhang Guangbei's words became smoother as he spoke, and the color in his face seemed to return, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his face was full of joy.