I flipped out the phone book, pressed the hands-free button, and selected the shortcut key. At that moment, I suddenly fell into the selective worry of who to talk to.
Who should I talk to about this kind of thing - a scientific researcher who is more awesome than a magician or a charlatan who talks about scientific theories? I've seen this theory: When people are in a juice vending machine and are unsure which of two drinks to choose, they usually press both buttons at the same time. In this way, the drink you subconsciously prefer will have a slight advantage of being pressed first.
So I did. So the phone was connected to the home phone of Hua Yu, the second cousin who was neither a scientific researcher nor a charlatan.
Sure enough, this is my subconscious mind. People who are troubled often share their troubles with others who share their concerns, rather than being judged by unrelated people. I think only my second cousin, who has also seen ghosts like me, can truly understand the melancholy in my heart. This is not a deep concern for outsiders.
Beep - beep - the long echoing sound of the phone that no one answered.