Strange call

 　　A harsh cell phone ringing rang, and Phil felt inexplicably uneasy. He subconsciously took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar number.

　　"Hello." He answered the phone.

　　A sullen and distorted growl came from the other end of the phone, "Your wife is in our hands."

　　"Sorry, what did you say?"

　　"You listened to me. Her life or death is up to you."

　　Phil Gang I wanted to speak, but the other party continued.

　　"Raise $1 million in cash by midnight tomorrow night. Don't mark it. I'll call again and tell you what to do next."

　　"Who are you?" Phil asked.

　　"It's not important. We have your wife in our hands. You just need to know this."

　　Phil sighed. "Are you kidding? Who the hell are you?"

　　"No kidding. One million dollars." "The other party paused, then said, "Don't call the police. If I see a police car within a mile of your house, she will die."

　　"What if I refuse to pay?"

　　"Don't play with me ." Tricks, sir. Hurry up and raise money, or you will be at your own risk."

　　"Listen, you idiot," Phil said, "I won't give you a dime, no cents."

　　"You..."

　　did not wait for the other party. After speaking, Phil rushed to say: "Now it's your turn to listen to me. I won't pay the ransom. Do as I say, and let my wife go before midnight tonight, otherwise I will take out double The money takes your dog’s life. Your accomplices are willing to let them kill their mothers for 2 million."

　　"You don't know what you are talking about. Your wife is very dangerous now."

　　Phil smiled and said, "I don't think so. You can't succeed. I hope you understand this." He glanced at his watch. "My wife must be sent home before midnight tonight. Don't whisper anymore. Otherwise, I will Spending 2 million will kill you. Are you willing to take a gamble?"

　　"Listen, man, I'm talking about a deal with you—"

　　"Me too, friend. Don't you think that 2 million will let you right away? Are your accomplices backwatering? Actually, I can buy them with 1 million, and your life is worthless." There

　　was a silence.

　　Phil changed his ear to listen to the phone, and sat down, waiting for the answer from the other party.

　　"Now I'm going to hang up. I hope you don't live far enough to get her home before 12 o'clock." Phil glanced at his watch again and continued, "It's 6 o'clock now. Have a good time. "

　　He hung up the phone, put the phone in his pocket, then got up from the sofa, stretched his waist, and walked into the kitchen. His wife Maggie was busy taking the roast out of the oven inside.

　　"Oh, here you are," she said, "I'm about to call you to eat." She put the barbecue on the table and asked casually, "Who called?"

　　Phil picked up the knife and cut off a slice. Thin slices of grilled meat, placed on a plate, said lightly: "The number is wrong."