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不知怎么,还没拨完号,我就知道拨错了。电话铃响了,一声,两声——接着有人拿起听筒。“你打错了!”一个男人扯起沙哑的声音并立刻挂断电话。我困惑不解,重新拨号。“我说过你打错了!”那个嗓音又传过来。我听到电话又一次咔达挂断。他怎么可能知道我打错了呢?那时,我在纽约警察分局工作。一个受过训练的警察具有好奇心——并关心他人。于是,我第三次拨号。“嘿,这家伙,”那人叫起来。“又是你吗?”“不错,是我,”我回答。“我很奇怪,我没说话,你怎么知道我打错了。”“你自己想!”电话猛地一挂。我坐了片刻,听筒在手指间懒懒地吊着。我又拨过去。“你想出来了吗!”他问。
I do not know how, not dialing the end number, I know the wrong dial. The phone rang, soon, twice - then someone picked up the handset. “You’re wrong!” A man pulled a hoarse voice and hung up immediately. I am puzzled, dial again. “I said you were wrong!” The voice came again. I heard the call again Kahn hang up. How could he know I was wrong? At that time, I was working in the New York Police Station. A trained cop has curiosity - and cares for others. So, I dial the third time. “Hey, this guy,” the man called. “Is it you?” “Yes, it’s me,” I replied. “I am weird, I did not speak, how do you know I was wrong.” “You think it!” The phone suddenly hung. I sat for a moment, the earpiece hanging lazily between my fingers. I dialed again. “Do you think of it?” He asked.