"You just mentioned that your mother called you and asked you to pick her up. Did you refuse?"
"No, not exactly. I was in a state of confusion back then, so I just said I understood. I wouldn't call that a refusal... My mom didn't call me again afterward, either."
"And your mother believes you picked her up and then went to meet a Miss Li that afternoon and evening, for a blind date she arranged. Is that right?"
"More or less."
"Did your mother tell you that she contacted you again after calling you?"
"She didn't mention that. I really had a headache back then, and I felt a little... After that, I had a fight with my parents. They both thought there was something wrong with my head, that I'd taken drugs. They even thought I'd argued with that Miss Li and was in a bad mood. I really had no choice. They didn't believe me at all. They were convinced that the other person was me, that it was definitely me. I couldn't explain it. There was no way I could make them understand."
"Is that why you suspected there was a ghost?"
"Yes. It was during that argument that my mom told me to check my phone. She'd left me a voicemail and sent me a text. I looked... I... There really was... My phone had all of it, just like she said: her number in my contacts, the call record, and the text. I even saw messages between me and that Miss Li. But I'd never sent any. My phone had never left my side. And no one could control my phone remotely, could they? That kind of technology doesn't exist yet, does it? I'd never paid attention to it before. But when I went