SMS Ghost 1-2

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Published: 2013/10/2 in: Springtime Courtyard
(Part 1)
"The number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later, your number..."
Chen Junjie slammed his phone on the table in frustration, lit a cigarette, and smoked it with a dejected expression. His ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts; this was his daily intake.
Chen Junjie wished he were a Junjie, but he wasn't. He was just an ordinary programmer, earning five or six thousand a month—a decent salary in many people's eyes—day after day, repeating the same mechanical routine.
Chen Junjie used to hardly smoke.
A week ago, after visiting his girlfriend Zhou Xiaoyi's home, he started smoking more and more.
Zhou Xiaoyi's parents disapproved of their relationship.
Chen Junjie and Zhou Xiaoyi had been classmates from junior high to university. It was purely by chance; the odds were incredibly small. Zhou Xiaoyi was very beautiful, and many people pursued her in college. Chen Junjie was handsome and refined, and quite a few girls had expressed their affection for him.
The two got together in college.
In fact, Zhou Xiaoyi's parents had already disapproved of their relationship during its early stages. The reason was simple: Chen Junjie's family wasn't wealthy.
While Zhou Xiaoyi's parents weren't rich, owning a nearly 200-square-meter apartment and a car worth around 200,000 yuan in Shenzhen, where land is incredibly expensive, showed they had high standards. In contrast, Chen Junjie, after graduating and struggling, only managed to afford a 70-square-meter apartment, having to borrow money from relatives and friends for the down payment. He also had to make regular monthly payments, and with living expenses, his salary was barely enough to cover the down payment. Naturally, Zhou Xiaoyi's parents were vehemently opposed to the relationship.
For the past week, Zhou Xiaoyi had kept her phone off and wasn't online on QQ.
Thinking about this, Chen Junjie felt even more frustrated.
He knew his girlfriend's personality well; she was a well-behaved, kind-hearted, and easily swayed girl. She also loved her parents so much, so Chen Junjie was afraid she might do something rash. But going to her house at this time was clearly unwise.
Chen Junjie suddenly remembered something: he couldn't go to her house, but he could start with her workplace.
However, Zhou Xiaoyi's company was in Futian District, while his was in Luohu District. Moreover, Chen Junjie's working hours were three or four hours longer than hers, with only a one-hour lunch break. Traveling between the two places wouldn't be enough time.
Chen Junjie picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number. Her name was Xu Li, Zhou Xiaoyi's best friend and their college classmate. She also had a good relationship with Chen Junjie, and most importantly, she worked at the same company as Zhou Xiaoyi—the HR manager.
The call was quickly answered.
"Xu Li? This is Junjie."
"Oh, it's Junjie. What brings you here today? Why are you calling me?"
"Sigh, of course I need to talk to you about something."
"What's wrong? You sound so down. That's not like you. Tell me what happened."
"Xiaoyi has been going to work lately, right?"
Xu Li's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding puzzled. "What are you talking about? Xiaoyi hasn't been to work for a week."
"What? Xiaoyi hasn't been to work for a week? She..."
Xu Li sensed the nervousness in Chen Junjie's voice and smiled, saying, "Look how nervous you are. Don't worry, I called her house. She said she wasn't feeling well and took a week off. It's strange, you're her boyfriend, why are you asking me about her? Did you two have a fight?"
Chen Junjie gave a wry smile and briefly explained the situation to Xu Li.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before someone said, "Don't worry too much. As long as Xiaoyi's parents gradually get to know you, I think they'll eventually agree. Xiaoyi will start work tomorrow, and I'll have a good talk with her then."
"Okay, thank you
for your help." "Don't be so polite."
After hanging up, Chen Junjie sighed.
In the end, it all came down to money. Chen Junjie desperately wanted to earn more money, but for now, he could only work diligently, strive for a promotion as soon as possible, and pay off his loan. He hoped that by then, his girlfriend's parents would change their minds.
Just then, Chen Junjie's phone beeped with a notification. He quickly opened it and was greatly disappointed; it wasn't from Xiaoyi. The message seemed to be an account opening notification for some online gambling platform, indicating that the account had a few dozen yuan that customers could experience or withdraw directly. It must have been a mistake. Besides,
Chen Junjie had always been averse to gambling and hadn't even glanced at it.
For the next two days, Chen Junjie went to work as usual. Every day, he called Zhou Xiaoyi again, but again, the call didn't go through.
Finally, on the third day, Zhou Xiaoyi's call went through.
Zhou Xiaoyi sounded extremely tired. "What's wrong?"
"Xiaoyi, what's wrong? I've been calling you every day for over a week, why haven't you answered your phone?"
Zhou Xiaoyi sighed slightly: "That day, I had a fight with my parents and got a fever. My mom keeps my phone, so I didn't know you called."
"You know, you really scared me. I was so afraid you might do something drastic."
"How could I do something drastic?"
Chen Junjie noticed Zhou Xiaoyi's low spirits and tried to comfort her, but Zhou Xiaoyi remained silent on the other end of the line.
After a long while, Zhou Xiaoyi said softly, "Junjie, can we... separate for a while?"
Chen Junjie's heart skipped a beat. "Xiaoyi... do you want to break up with me?"
Zhou Xiaoyi was silent for a moment, then said in a trembling voice, "After you left that day, I had a huge fight with my parents, something I've never done before. It's the first time I've ever argued with them in my life. Junjie, I really don't want to see them angry and sad. I don't want to break up with you right away, I just think we shouldn't see each other for a while. We can talk about the future later, okay?"
At the end, she started sobbing.
Chen Junjie's heart softened immediately. He knew the situation, so he agreed.
For the next two months, Chen Junjie didn't see Zhou Xiaoyi again. After that night, both of them tacitly avoided calling each other. Chen Junjie felt numb and empty during those days.
He remembered the text message sent to his phone that night and decided to try his luck.
It was a seemingly professional online betting site with many game options, and it was a private site. As the text message stated, Chen Junjie logged in with the account and found that 58 yuan had already been deposited. This money could be directly withdrawn to his bank card.
Chen Junjie didn't do that; he chose to observe until he was confident before placing bets.
Chen Junjie, a programmer, was always good with numbers, so he chose to bet on numbers, something he was good at. It was his first time gambling, and he was incredibly nervous; winning or losing, it was a psychological challenge.
Unexpectedly, Chen Junjie had a winning streak, winning almost every time he placed a bet. In one night, he won half a month's salary! It was unbelievable. Chen Junjie immediately transferred all the money to his bank account, afraid the numbers would disappear.
He was too excited to sleep that night.
The money came so easily; he decided to try his luck again the next day.
Chen Junjie stayed up very late, and got up early the next morning. He temporarily put aside the disappointment of being separated from Zhou Xiaoyi and focused intently on placing bets on the computer in his room. He
won every single bet, and Chen Junjie was so engrossed in his betting that he was almost trembling with fear. In less than an hour, he had won over 40,000 yuan. His luck was so good that it frightened him, to the point that he didn't dare to continue playing and hurriedly shut down the computer. On his way to work, Chen Junjie's mind was in a daze, unable to believe what he had
just witnessed. His supervisor, noticing his poor spirits, assumed it was due to overwork and the recent project being completed, so he gave Chen Junjie's entire team a day off to relax.
That evening, Chen Junjie returned to his apartment, sat blankly in front of the computer, and finally decided to play a few more rounds.
A winning streak!
This time, even Chen Junjie himself felt something was off. Winning several times in a row could be considered a low-probability event, but winning continuously without a single mistake was absolutely impossible, yet it had happened.
Chen Junjie stared at the computer screen, his mind in turmoil. Should he bet or not?
Now, he had won over 50,000 yuan, equivalent to eight months' salary. Who wouldn't want to win? But the problem was that the current situation seemed too smooth, a little eerie.
Chen Junjie's phone suddenly beeped with a message. He quickly picked it up and was immediately taken aback.
"Tomorrow night at 9:20 PM, outside the Broadway Cinema."
This message seemed very strange.
Chen Junjie was about to delete it when he suddenly realized that the number that sent the message seemed to be the same number that had sent him a gambling website link not long ago. He quickly checked and, sure enough, the number was exactly the same.
Chen Junjie changed his mind and decided to go to the location on the link the next day.
(II)
Chen Junjie was quite uneasy about this number.
It had sent him this message during his most vulnerable time, allowing him to win so much money in just a few days. At first, Chen Junjie thought the message had been sent to the wrong number and ignored it, but later, he inexplicably logged into the website. Now, thinking about it, it was really strange.
Because Chen Junjie not only didn't gamble, but he also hated gambling.
He and Zhou Xiaoyi had been to the Broadway Cinema a few times before, but work had kept them away for a long time. He didn't really need to go; he didn't even know who sent the message, so going wouldn't make a difference. But Chen Junjie was currently separated from Zhou Xiaoyi, and he didn't know what to do all day tomorrow.
The next day, fearing he would lose his winnings, Chen Junjie bet cautiously, a few hundred at a time, sometimes a thousand. By 3 PM, he had won 37,000. In total, he had won nearly 100,000. He hadn't lost a single time.
Chen Junjie doubted he was dreaming. He pinched his hand hard; the sharp pain told him it was real.
100,000!
Chen Junjie was so excited he almost called Zhou Xiaoyi to tell her the good news. But he stopped himself. 100,000 was a considerable sum for him, but not so much for Zhou Xiaoyi's parents.
This money was enough to pay off the remaining balance on his house. Chen Junjie planned to keep the number to pay off the debts.
What had happened these past few days? How could he possibly win every time he gambled? Theoretically and statistically, it was impossible.
Chen Junjie racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He became increasingly curious about the number.
At nine o'clock that evening, Chen Junjie arrived outside the Broadway Cinema. He found a nearby café with a clear view of the cinema entrance through its glass windows, ordered a coffee, and slowly sipped it while keeping an eye on the flow of people outside.
Approaching 9:20, as indicated in the text message, and still seeing nothing noteworthy, Chen Junjie couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was incredibly bored, acting like a fool. If the text message had really been sent to the wrong person, he wouldn't have needed to come here at all. At 9:20, he arrived precisely on time.
Chen Junjie focused his gaze on the flow of people outside the glass window.
The cinema was crowded, a popular spot for young couples, many of whom drove luxury cars. A pearl-colored Porsche Cayenne pulled up in the parking lot. Chen Junjie's gaze casually fell on the couple getting out of the car, and suddenly, he froze. A
young couple stepped out of the car; the man had a buzz cut, wore black trousers and a white shirt, and was very tall, at least 1 meter tall, and looked very strong. He was holding hands with a very beautiful woman wearing a pale yellow dress, her long legs clad in white high heels, making her look tall and elegant. The two walked hand in hand into the cinema.
Chen Junjie's face turned deathly pale.
He recognized the beautiful woman immediately—it was his girlfriend, Zhou Xiaoyi.
How could this be? Chen Junjie couldn't believe what he was seeing…
He gritted his teeth, paid the bill, and chased after them towards the cinema.
Chen Junjie felt his heart pounding in his chest. He hoped he had been seeing things, that it was just a woman who looked like Xiaoyi, and not her.
He and Zhou Xiaoyi had made vows of eternal love, promising to be together forever.
Over the years from university to graduation, countless men had pursued Zhou Xiaoyi, including some outstanding talents. However, Zhou Xiaoyi loved only him and had never accepted the affections of any other man.
Now, they were only temporarily separated, not actually broken up, so Chen Junjie began to doubt whether he had mistaken her for someone else.
Chen Junjie moved quickly, almost running into the movie theater entrance, and his eyes immediately fell on the figure in the pale yellow dress.
They were already on the second floor. Chen Junjie didn't dare get too close, following from a distance, deliberately hiding in the crowd to avoid being seen by the two women.
As Chen Junjie drew closer, he was less than two meters from the young couple, separated by seven or eight people. However, since the woman who resembled Zhou Xiaoyi hadn't turned around, Chen Junjie couldn't be certain from her back.
Zhou Xiaoyi rarely wore skirts because she disliked them and also disliked high heels, saying they hurt her feet. The beautiful girl in front of him, whose back was turned, was not only wearing a dress, but also flesh-colored stockings and high heels, and even her long hair, piled up at her back, was carefully tied in a pretty knot. Therefore, Chen Junjie couldn't identify her from her back at that moment.
Suddenly, the crew-cut man said something that made his female companion beside him burst into laughter, her profile coming into Chen Junjie's view.
A thunderbolt
seemed to strike Chen Junjie's mind; that beautiful face—it was Zhou Xiaoyi,
his beloved girlfriend!
Seeing the tall, crew-cut man holding hands with Zhou Xiaoyi, Chen Junjie felt his heart bleed.
His hands trembled, and his legs felt weak. He didn't know if he should follow them in. What if he were face-to-face with his girlfriend? He didn't know how to handle the situation.
The two figures disappeared from sight. Chen Junjie gritted his teeth and decided to follow them in.
He glanced at his ticket. Instead of immediately looking for a seat, he checked where Zhou Xiaoyi and Zhou Xiaoyi were sitting. Only when he found they were about five or six rows ahead of him did Chen Junjie cautiously sit down.
The movie was a classic foreign romance, and sobs could be heard from time to time in the theater. But Chen Junjie's mind wasn't on the film at all; he was completely focused on Zhou Xiaoyi's movements.
Zhou Xiaoyi was also deeply moved by the movie; she was a girl who cried easily, and the crew-cut man next to her was affectionately wiping away her tears. Chen Junjie was seething with anger.
As the movie was about to end, Chen Junjie snapped out of his reverie and hurriedly left the theater before it completely closed. He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, Zhou Xiaoyi would turn around and see him, and he would definitely be discovered. Once outside the theater, Chen Junjie thought for a moment, then casually hailed a taxi.
"Brother, where to?"
Chen Junjie got in, paused for a moment, and said, "Please wait a moment."
The taxi driver said, "Then hurry up, don't take me too long."
"No problem, it'll be quick."
Ten minutes later, seeing that Chen Junjie was still looking out the window and showed no intention of moving, the driver couldn't help but say, "Dude, how much longer are you going to wait? It's already past eleven, we'll be off work soon."
Chen Junjie handed a red bill to the driver, who immediately fell silent.
At this moment, Chen Junjie saw Zhou Xiaoyi and the crew-cut man come out, and a moment later, the Porsche Cayenne started moving.
"Follow that Porsche in front."
The driver glanced at Chen Junjie, hesitated, and then followed his instructions, trailing behind the Porsche.
Not long after, the Porsche drove into what looked like a very upscale community. "Dude, we're here."
Chen Junjie stared blankly at the unfamiliar community in front of him; this wasn't Zhou Xiaoyi's home.
It was nearly midnight, and Zhou Xiaoyi clearly wasn't going home tonight, but rather planning to spend the night in this unfamiliar neighborhood. However, the crew-cut man had gone in with Zhou Xiaoyi; could it be that the crew-cut man lived here? Chen Junjie took a deep breath and decided to wait. He decided to wait downstairs; if the crew-cut man left soon, it would prove this wasn't his home. If he didn't, then…
Chen Junjie didn't dare think any further.
Chen Junjie handed the taxi driver another bill, telling him to wait twenty minutes.
The driver didn't say anything, took the money, and closed his eyes to rest upstairs.
Time ticked by, and Chen Junjie's heart bled with each passing moment. Twenty minutes had passed, and neither Zhou Xiaoyi nor the crew-cut man had come down. In the two months since they separated, Chen Junjie hadn't missed a single night. He never imagined that seeing Zhou Xiaoyi again two months later would be under such heartbreaking circumstances.
Judging from what happened in the movie, the crew-cut man was probably dating Zhou Xiaoyi; even a blind man could see it in his behavior. But Chen Junjie never imagined that Zhou Xiaoyi would spend the night with this crew-cut man. Spending
the night together meant…
The thought that somewhere in the community, this crew-cut man was likely enjoying the company of his once-beloved girlfriend, torn Chen Junjie's heart apart with excruciating pain.
He felt he would go crazy if he didn't do something.
A notification beeped in the taxi.
Chen Junjie numbly picked up his phone; that mysterious number had sent another text.
"Do you want to win back your lover?"
Chen Junjie was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Yes, it was this number that sent the text, telling him to wait outside the movie theater at 9:20 PM. This was the number that had helped him win so much money these past few days, and now, it was sending another text.
Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, Chen Junjie frantically dialed the number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service..."
What? How could that be? Chen Junjie was stunned. He didn't believe it and was about to dial again when another message came in.
"Answer me, yes or no."
Chen Junjie immediately replied: Yes, tell me what to do.
"It's simple, take revenge on that man..." (Recent rating record for this post: Thief +8 gold coins, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!)

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