Five Hundred and Eighty Five Repeated Calls

buzz buzz.

The sound of the mobile phone vibrating came, Ollie thought it was his own mobile phone, and rushed into the tent with a high-difficulty leap, only to find that it was Ronan's mobile phone, drooping his shoulders dejectedly, and threw the mobile phone at Ronan In his arms, frustration was written all over his body.

In fact, Ronan didn't want to answer the phone at all. Last night, he caroused until dawn. At this time, he should relax his mind, even if it is work, he can wait for a while.

As a result, the phone has been thrown into his arms.

Ronan looked at Ollie speechlessly, and couldn't say anything when he looked at the frustrated back. He could only shake his head and was about to put the phone aside and ignore it, but he saw the caller ID on the phone screen out of the corner of his eye. , Pausing for a moment reflexively, he couldn't help being a little dazed.

A set of unfamiliar mobile phone numbers.

There is no name and no information, which means that there is no contact information stored in Ronan's phone, either a stranger or an advertising call, but whether it is the former or the latter, what really surprised Ronan is that he faintly felt that this A group of mobile phone numbers are...somewhat familiar.

But why?

There is a sense of familiarity with the number that obviously has no stored information. What is the reason?

The most likely explanation is an illusion.

Maybe, it's just that I haven't fully woken up, my brain is still in chaos, and when I see a set of numbers, I feel familiar.

But the problem is that now that people are used to digitization, using mobile phones or computers to record phone numbers, very few people recite other people's phone numbers, and even their own phone numbers may not be memorized smoothly.

Therefore, Ronan's judgment is wrong, which is closer to the correct answer.

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

The phone was still vibrating tirelessly, and it seemed that Ronan would never let it go if he didn't answer it—this feeling should be an illusion.

"Ronan?" Oli noticed Ronan's daze, and looked over in surprise.

Ronan came back to his senses, and showed a smile to Ollie, "It's okay, it should be a sales call." He showed the caller ID on the phone screen, and then he didn't answer, and threw the phone on the ground without any trouble. The sand fell on the phone screen, and the buzzing sound was still vibrating.

Snapped.

The phone vibration finally stopped.

It seemed that the other end of the phone was also aware of the fact that no one was paying attention.

"Ollie, actually, you can call Ophelia." Ronan said, from Ollie's agile and vigorous figure just now, it can be seen that his thoughts are still all on Ophelia body.

Ollie let out a long sigh, and couldn't help kicking the sand again, "I know, but... I don't want to put pressure on her, after all, she left in such a hurry, obviously she wanted to be quiet for a while."

"She is willing to come to the Indio desert and spend this short weekend with me. This is already unimaginable in college. I think I should not be too greedy. What do you think?"

After finishing speaking, Oli turned his head to look at Ronan, with a little confusion in his eyes—his brain is still confused and he still hasn't been able to sort it out.

Ronan shrugged slightly, "Maybe, you can send a text message to ask if she has arrived in Los Angeles and whether she has successfully met the work deadline. A greeting text message, as long as..."

Before Ronan finished speaking, Ollie's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, text messages! How could I forget! I can send text messages!"

"...as long as the tone is not too hungry/thirsty..." Ronan had no chance to say the second half of the sentence, and Ollie had already re-entered the tent to search for his phone, leaving Ronan alone outside the tent, the corner of his mouth His smile paused for a moment, and then he could hear the rustling murmur in the tent, and the arc rose up helplessly.

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

The mobile phone at the feet vibrated again, and the fine yellow sand trembled on the surface of the screen, as if they could be seen dancing.

Glancing down, it was still a set of unfamiliar phone numbers without names—the same number as before.

Clearly, this is not a cold call. If it is a sales call, the other party will not repeat the calls so intensively, but wait for a period of time, even several days, and then look for a free time to call.

So, who is it?

Wrong number? Or is it specifically looking for Ronan?

Wait, is it a call from a fanatical fan?

An inspiration flashed in Ronan's mind, and he boldly guessed and carefully verified:

I have heard before that fanatical fans are omnipotent, and they can completely inquire about the artist's private contact information-this is the reason why many artists have to change their mobile phone numbers every now and then. It may be just a greeting, or it may cross the line to cause harassment.

Could it be that... the king of the day has reached such a level now? There are even fanatical fans looking for their phone numbers to harass?

But why did he find the phone number familiar?

Thoughts, turbulent.

At the same time, curiosity also rolled along. After thinking for a while, Ronan picked up the phone from the pile of sand, and connected the phone by a ghost.

In fact, the moment he connected the phone, Ronan regretted it—curiosity killed the cat, he really didn’t need to answer a strange call without a name, and he planned to relax, why did he answer the phone? Woolen cloth?

Sure enough, the stamina of last night's party was too great, and I still haven't recovered.

However, regrets are regrets, Ronan was not worried, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, making him more relaxed.

"Hello, this is Ronan Cooper."

"Cooper?"

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone. He was slightly old. Although he couldn't tell the exact age, he must be middle-aged, at least forty or fifty years old, and the traces of growth rings could be caught just from the vocal cords. The passage of time can always leave traces on bodily functions.

But what's really special is the tone of voice——

In ordinary people's words, "Cooper", with a slightly raised tone, may be confirming that Ronan is really on the other end of the phone, just like Ophelia and Ollie, long-lost old friends who need further confirmation after reconnecting As for the identity of the other party, the upswing of the ending sound still carried some surprises.

But at this time, the tone on the other end of the phone was... questioning?

Ronan was a little unsure.

To be precise, the tone of the other party hides sharpness. It is difficult to distinguish negative emotions such as questioning, ridicule, ridicule, banter, and ridicule. The only thing Ronan can feel is the sharpness in the rising tone, which is faintly transmitted through the receiver Come here, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

This is a bit different from what you imagined.

So, not rabid fans, but black fans?

But this explanation is not very smooth.

Ronan put away his scattered thoughts a little bit, and added a little sharpness to his words, "Yes, who is talking?"

"Hehe." A chuckle came from the other end of the phone, "Ronan, you've learned from Max."