It's just a pity that I don't have any tools at hand to deal with the thick layer of rocks on the ceiling.
I studied the recorder again and found that there were only a few simple buttons on it, and one button was a switch.
Another button is to switch channels.
Wang Hao clicked and switched to another channel.
A serious and rigid voice came from the channel: "No. 07011110, we noticed that you have been stuck in the tunnel for 5 minutes."
"Don't switch channels at will, don't desert, complete this mission, you will have a lot of time for rest and entertainment."
"Keep moving forward. Complete the mission and collect your bonus."
"Don't stay too long, just walk on the road. Don't get into some strange openings out of curiosity. You may get stuck in them and be unable to get out."
No. 07011110, is it me?
Wang Hao touched his clothes and found a sign on his chest with a series of numbers written on it: [Employee Number: 07011110].
Okay, it's really me.
He took a few steps forward, and the echo of "tap tap tap tap" didn't sound so comfortable.
claustrophobic tension,
Came up.
It's a one-time copy, but I don't dare to commit suicide randomly.
Wang Hao called into the radio: "Hey, can you...can you hear me? What is this place?"
The voice on the radio said: "If you have any questions, you can just ask."
"I just... seemed to have lost my memory." Wang Hao said, "What happened? Why am I here?"
The radio was silent for a moment and said: "You have signed a labor contract with our company and you need to deliver a package to its destination at the bottom of the mine."
"At the bottom of this tunnel, there are our miners, and they need a certain amount of survival resources."
"Follow our instructions, deliver the package, and then receive your reward, do you understand?"
"I almost remember it... So, what's in this package?"
Wang Hao touched the big package he was carrying. It was bulging and felt warm to the touch.
There was something faintly beating inside, like a heart "thumping".
"They are survival supplies that miners need. In order to effectively preserve them, please be sure not to open them hastily. Otherwise, you will pay a large amount of compensation. These things are signed on the contract."
"Remember, deliver it to its destination, follow our command, complete the mission, return to the ground, and receive your reward."
There was a rustling noise from the radio.
Due to interference from unknown reasons, the communication signal seemed to be temporarily interrupted.
Wang Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it was a bit difficult to distinguish.
Pressing the button changed the radio channel again.
From the radio, there was the sound of heavy breathing and stepping, and there was the faint sound of water droplets.
Channel 3.
"Hello."
"Hello!" came a man's voice from the other side.
Wang Hao asked: "Who are you?"
"This place is so fucking dark. People are fucking giving things to them every day. Why don't the miners come up and get the resources themselves?" A grumpy man said online: "I'm not carrying some fucking monster, am I? It's hot,
It moves again and feels like a piece of meat."
"Are you going to throw it into the eighteenth level of hell? Damn it! What miners, what nonsense survival supplies, who believes in these ghosts and ghosts?"
"Hello, hello, can you hear me?"
"Oh, I heard it, I heard it."
"that……"
The old man said impatiently: "I am your colleague, senior, and I have been working for many years!"
"Don't ask why, I know you have a lot of questions, rookie, and I don't know what's going on. Like you, I just come here to work. Deliver express delivery!"
"Follow their instructions and nothing will happen. Complete the task and get the money. I have done it many times... They give a lot, 10,000 yuan for one trip. If you walk fast, it can be completed in half an hour. Don't ask why.
."
"Oh...Is this tunnel underground?"
Wang Hao wants to ask more questions.
"It should be underground, God knows. Could it be at the bottom of the sea? In the sky?" The grumpy old man said again: "Don't study what is in the backpack. The person who asked why last time has never appeared in this channel again.
"
"He's still going to die..." Wang Hao said, "Why didn't you call the police?"
"Death? Are you confused? Isn't this just a state agency doing express delivery? And there is no evidence. Maybe the person who opened the backpack was fired?"
"Why do you think you gave me so much? This money is so easy to earn! Don't ask, just send it directly to the destination and collect your 10,000 yuan."
His voice was slightly lowered: "There is so much pressure in this era. There are mortgages to repay, parents to support, and children to raise. There is not even a penny left. If I get sick, isn't it all over? Ten thousand yuan for half an hour.
, if you don’t do it, someone else will.”
"That's it, this road is so fucking difficult, I almost fell down."
"There is a steep slope ahead. It is not easy to walk. We will talk about it later... By the way, don't believe those messy words and don't get into the hole."
There was only a rustling snowflake sound coming from the recorder.
Wang Hao swallowed and thought for a long time.
Press the button again and switch the channel.
The fourth channel and several subsequent channels seemed to have no one on the line.
There was some faint noise coming from the snowflakes.
rustle……
sand……
It seemed like someone was laughing again.
whee.
laugh.
He was so energetic right from the start, which made him a little confused.
There was no way, without any main mission, Wang Hao could only brave the darkness, use the miner's lamp above his head to illuminate, and try to move forward.
Then I kept fiddling with the radio in my hand, and found that only three channels were capable of normal conversation.
On the first channel, the "writer" expressed his emotions and talked about his story of being on the street.
But this guy doesn't seem to be normal and occasionally says some weird things.
"Sometimes, I have no choice...I am not omnipotent, my power is very limited..."
“Most people can’t actually find this channel.”
"If you can hear this sound, it means you have a big problem... (*huge noise) (laughter)"
The second channel, who seemed to be his commander, often asked him to check the integrity of the package, and then walk along the main road and avoid entering some trails.
As for the third channel, there is an irritable old man who seems to have the same identity as him, he is a courier.
However, it is impossible to tell the authenticity of everyone.
Not long after, he saw four lines of bright red text appearing on the wall of the tunnel.
【I'm trapped here! Run away! Run in the opposite direction!】
【If you keep moving forward, you don’t know what will happen, do you?】
[From here, please go to the trail, do not (crossed out)]
[Liars, they are all liars! (messy text)]
【Toolman***(serious words, the following words have been crossed out).】
These lines of text seemed to be written in blood. The dark red paint rolled down from the wall like squirming tadpoles. There was a thick darkness lingering on it, exuding a ferocious and terrifying aura.
Wang Hao hesitated for a moment and touched the words with his fingers.
【A cold touch.】
【The paint has dried for a long time.】
Turned on the radio again.
Channel 1, writer (intermittent): "Dong dong dong (there is a knock on the door from outside)"
"You... who are you? What do you want to do? Deliver courier? This... what is this! Fuck, what is this?! A package! It contains... (high-pitched voice, horrified)"
"Help~Gah!! (*scream)"
"Hee hee (rustle noise)."
Wang Hao was confused when he heard this. What...are you doing?
The writer is dead…
Killed by a package?
He touched the package he was carrying. The packaging bag was intact, and the contents inside were still beating, giving him a warm feeling.
"What's the meaning……"
He set the radio channel to number 2.
The serious voice sounded again: "We have observed that your mood seems to be unstable, and you have been stranded in a certain place for a while. You may have encountered something in the tunnel and have some doubts, which we can understand.
"
"Such a dark environment will amplify human's random thoughts and produce some mental hysteria."
"You can use the water bottle you bring with you to wash your face."
Wang Hao washed his face.
【You feel a chill.】
The radio said again: "You have to complete your work. If you have any questions, you can ask, and I will give you the answer within my authority."
"But in the end, you still have to complete your mission and deliver your package to its destination."
"What does that writer's channel mean?" Wang Hao took a deep breath and asked.
The radio replied: "It is normal to occasionally receive broadcast signals set up privately by others in the tunnel. This place has a special magnetic field."
"That channel will not cause any harm. He is just scaring people. You don't have to pay attention to him, or you can just listen to it and relax. Of course, in most cases, he is scaring people."
Wang Hao dialed the channel back to number 1.
Writer: "See, this is the ability to mobilize emotions! (Hehe's voice* seems to be a proud smile)"
"But, you know, I'm just a puppet (sharp *murmur)"
Wang Hao was speechless, so... what he just heard was meant to scare people?
He dialed the channel back to Channel 2: "What does the other courier's voice mean? Why didn't I see him?"
The stereotypical voice said: "There are many tunnels, distributed all over the world. Due to the huge resources required by underground miners, you are not alone, and the tunnels are very crowded, so under normal circumstances, you will not meet. You will accept
Reach out to experienced couriers and they will be able to calm your emotions.”
"Of course, sometimes, their experience may not be completely correct."