The problem of headache is very inexplicable. It can be triggered by anything, so it doesn’t mean anything.

But what I felt in the second noise not long ago, the feeling that spreads along the ears and the sound to the spirit, the close connection between the two, is very hard to ignore.

The feeling at that time was definitely not an illusion. Zhang Lingjun was very confident in his own feelings, just like Usain Bolt was confident in his speed.

There is a relationship between the two.

From the fact that neither Old John nor the black policeman have much sensitivity to noise, it can be roughly inferred that the mediator of the relationship between the two is their powerful perception ability.

I remember that when the headache first appeared, it was after I gained the unexpected gift of perception.

When the headache became a problem and I looked for treatment from famous doctors, several experts also speculated that this might be the source of the headache.

Maybe it’s because my ability to perceive the outside world has suddenly been greatly enhanced.

However, the brain that processes information is still the same as before. There is a mismatch between the two systems, so the human body's early warning mechanism of pain is produced.

However, after testing at the time, no specific connection between the two was found.

The information that causes headaches is completely random, and you don’t know when you will get a headache.

So I gave up this idea.

Unexpectedly, the noise of this unexpected case would reconnect the two.

Zhang Lingjun took a deep breath.

I reached out and reopened the previous video, clicked on the noise that made people feel frightened and gave me a headache, and then instead of avoiding it according to instinct, I actively felt it...

The next moment, I felt as if a tsunami was sweeping everything one after another, rolling up big waves and slamming down hard.

Incomparably complex sounds exploded in my mind.

He couldn't help but grab his face with trembling hands, and squatted on the ground unable to stand. The violent physical reaction caused sweat to seep out of his forehead quickly.

Seeing this, Old John hurriedly knelt down and helped Zhang Lingjun with some worry, "What's wrong...are you okay?"

"It's not good, but it's okay."

Zhang Lingjun said in a hoarse voice, breathing heavily with a sense of fear of escaping death.

Old John breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then asked involuntarily: "What's going on with you? I just saw you suddenly stopped the audio you were playing, and then opened the previous audio again, and then you looked like this now, is it?

Did you find anything else?"

Without waiting for Zhang Lingjun to answer, the black policeman on the other side said: "Both audio clips are noisy. Is it because of this that you doubted whether there were any clues in them, so you went to feel the noise carefully, hoping to find something?

"What was the result? Did you gain anything?"

Zhang Lingjun calmed down and then said: "It feels like there is something in the noise. Of course, it is also possible that the sound is just too unpleasant and harsh, giving the listener a headache and creating some kind of illusion."

Because the previous adaptations to noise were certainly not adaptations to pain. Pain only makes people fearful. Adaptation is an adaptation to the information that the noise carries as a sound.

After adapting to the previous two times, Zhang Lingjun seemed to have analyzed something from the noise, which seemed to be the wailing of countless strange sounds.

Sure enough, there is something wrong.

But what exactly is it?

What does it have to do with headaches?

Zhang Lingjun said: "It was still a little unclear before, I need to listen again."

Looking at his look, Old John's face was full of worry, "Are you okay like this? Otherwise, forget it. This clue does not necessarily mean that it is related to the Ruan Xing case. It is not necessarily critical. It must be

If you can't solve the clues, you can mark them and we will find professionals to solve them.

"What kind of injuries you inflict on your body in order to solve the case and search for clues is not our fault."

Zhang Lingjun shook his head: "How can professionals be so easy to find? I'm not saying that there are not many people who are better than me in this field. Even if I find them, how can I convince them that in a place as big as Dien Bien, a

A mere murder case has no reputation at all. In the end, it all falls on me. After all, this is also my responsibility."

"At least take a break."

"I'm afraid I won't dare to listen if I rest again."

Zhang Lingjun said, and once again pressed the OK button to turn on the audio.

In an instant, indescribable sounds that should not appear in the world and should not be perceived by the ears came like a huge wave.

But he didn't evade this. Instead, he pricked up his ears and grabbed it with all his strength, analyzed it, and thought about the meaning...

He desperately wanted to grasp all the meaning contained in the noise, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

I can only barely feel that this extremely sharp sound seems to be composed of countless unimaginable, overlapping syllables.

It seems like there are countless venoms hidden in the deep space, or some kind of weird hysterical murmurs, which finally converge into a wail that pierces everything...

The sound penetrates the spirit from the eardrum, and the material and spirit are penetrated.

Painful!

It seemed that the brain was also penetrated, and the headache reappeared. The severe pain made Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but howl in his heart and spirit.

Somehow this sound was exactly the same as the noise heard in his ears, or perhaps the two were originally the same, and the wailing sound was his own voice, made by him.

Zhang Lingjun felt a fear that was as substantial as falling into the abyss surrounding him, and some kind of taboo that existed in the deepest part of human genetic instinct was broken.

It's as if I've glimpsed something that is the most real and essential in the universe, and at the same time it is wrapped in the indescribable unknown.

A bone-chilling chill penetrated deep into the soul, and fear almost suffocated the spirit.

Zhang Lingjun fell to his knees on the ground, his body curled up, shaking uncontrollably, tears and snot flowing from his nose, his pupils filled with endless fear and despair.

"What's wrong?"

The two people on the side quickly surrounded him and carefully helped him up. Old John hurriedly said: "I'm going to call the hospital right now..."

Zhang Lingjun touched his arm with his trembling hand, which had not yet calmed down, "I have nothing to do."

Old John said: "Isn't it okay to look like this? Do you think you can still stand up?"

"It should be okay..."

Zhang Lingjun leaned against the wall and stood up, trembling slightly with the support of the two, and wiped the snot and tears from his face, "There is really nothing wrong, at least there is nothing wrong with my body. I just received some stimulation, some inexplicable stimulation.

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The black policeman asked: "What excitement? Did you find something? What happened?"

What excitement?

Zhang Lingjun closed his eyes, recalling what he had felt before, and felt a chill again.

That fear is rooted in my heart and will not dissipate as time goes by.
Chapter completed!