The ghost signal in the deep mountains and dense forests was originally mentioned by my comrades in the communications class when I was in the company. I originally said it just to scare people. Unexpectedly, under the wreckage of the US military C-type transport plane that suddenly appeared, a clear and unusual sound was heard.
The signal sound of death is the code, but it is a bit inappropriate to call it the legendary ghost signal. The signal refers specifically to the weak mysterious radio waves received from radio frequencies, and now this sound is obviously not the signal sound of the radio wave, but the signal from the radio frequency.
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The primeval forest before dawn seemed to be shrouded in the dark shadow of the wings of death. There was no sound of wind or the rustling of leaves. It was so quiet that you could hear even a needle falling to the ground. I sat on the treetop and listened for several times.
Do it over and over again, there will be absolutely no mistakes, over and over again, over and over again.
The fat man under the tree also heard this strange set of ticking signals. He raised his neck and kept looking up the tree. Since I was in the middle of the canopy, I heard that the source of the sound was not the cabin at the top of the canopy.
It was the place where the trunks of the two old couple trees connected with the fragments of the aluminum shell of the transport aircraft.
Since we don’t understand the mysterious phenomenon of ghost signals, and after all, living people will have some fear of things from another world, we didn’t dare to act rashly for the moment, we just turned on the wolf-eye flashlight to shine the sound
The more we look at the places, the more ominous they become. Even some strange-shaped old tree barks look like ferocious zombies in the darkness.
I quietly asked the people around me if it was possible that an American pilot had fallen into a tree hole and was dying. The distress wave still lingered around the big tree.
He shook his head and said: No, when I searched the wreckage of the cabin just now, I looked at every place carefully. Not only were there no bones of the crew members, but there were also no parachute bags, so I concluded that they all parachuted to escape before the crash.
, and the nose of the plane hit the mountain and was completely destroyed. Then the cabin fell to the tree canopy. How could the signal be transmitted from the trunk of the tree?
I said to him: Before you shot the great horned owl just now, the meaning of the string of signals stopped for a while and suddenly changed to whether there is any connection between them. Apart from the US Air Force flying this C-type transport plane, in this deep mountain and wild ridge
Does anyone know Morse communication code?
She has not had any of my hellish experiences, but she is not completely materialistic. She has told me more than once that people will go to heaven after death, and that is the end of the journey of life. So from this perspective
Someone who believed in the existence of human souls said to me: The rescue code I heard at the beginning may have been caused by my lack of attention. It was probably the eagle owl that bit the tree lizard in the cabin, so it seemed messy and incoherent.
Now you have also heard this signal. It is completely different from that one. The length is very regular. And it has been repeated so many times and there is no error.
I heard it with my own ears, and it came from the middle of a tree trunk not far away. It was so real that I had to believe the authenticity of the ghost signal legend. I said to me: Although the signal sound is very regular, it is not like that.
There is a mechanical sound that can emit signals, which is somewhat like the sound of water droplets, but it is much duller than it. Maybe we have really guessed that there is a dead person inside the tree trunk.
He said: Some scientists have done experiments and found that the radio waves generated in the human soul should be lower than such a weak energy, and it may be preserved for a long time in a specific environment or magnetic field. But the most important thing now is, what is this death code?
What intention are you conveying? Is it to give us a warning or to intimidate us?
Judging from my experience, when encountering such a situation, if you only think about escaping, it is definitely not a good choice. In the end, you will become paranoid and confused, and even disturb your own mentality. That is the easiest way. If something goes wrong, you can only feel at ease if you have the courage to find out the root cause and get to the bottom of it. In addition, the sky will light up soon, the night will soon pass, and there will be nothing to be afraid of once daybreak.
So I stood up holding on to the branch and said: It's useless for us to make random guesses. We might as well go over and find out if there are any dead souls causing trouble, and then we can take care of it after we understand it clearly.
She nodded, agreed, replaced the Chicago typewriter in her hand with a new magazine and handed it to me. This submachine gun was too heavy and she was not comfortable using it. The two of us adjusted the focus of the spotlight on the mountaineering helmet and lifted the Check the safety climbing rope to see if it is secure.
I pulled out the magazine of the submachine gun and looked at the bullets inside. Then I banged the magazine on my helmet twice. This kind of gun has a notoriously high failure rate. Be sure to remove the magazine. The bullets in the bullet were compacted to prevent them from jamming at the critical moment, and they were inserted into the gun body again. They pulled the bolt and loaded the bullets. With a wave of their hands, the two of them went to the left and right, climbed the branches on the old tree, and looked for the The source of the ghost signal sound came to the place where the wreckage of the transport plane connected with the tree canopy.
Because the surroundings were too quiet, the closer the sound became, the clearer it became. The more it sounded, the less it sounded like electronic sound. After a careful search next to the cabin wreckage, the spotlights on the mountaineering helmets finally focused on a tree trunk. .In order to prevent accidents from happening a little further ahead, I was half a meter behind her to cover her, and by the light of the spotlight, I was sure that the sound was coming from here. The clicking sound was unusual.
I pointed the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun at the target to prevent something like an eagle owl from coming out of it and hurting her. If there was something wrong with the pin, I would not hesitate to pull the trigger. The large caliber of the Chicago typewriter was not a vegetarian. The heavy rain of shots will shatter any jungle beast into pieces.
Seeing that I was ready, I took out the Russian-made paratrooper knife and held it in my hand, pointed it at the section of tree trunk that was covered with plants, and slowly cut it, peeling off the thick green moss vines layer by layer, not even a few times. , and found that there was a natural tree hole.
This tree hole is only as big as two fists combined. Over the years, the hole has been completely sealed by parasitic plants on the tree. If this natural camouflage is not broken, it will look like the rest of the trunk. There is no difference, they are all covered with bumpy green moss.
Those parasitic plants are very dense and thick, and they are stacked in layers. Some of them have rotted so badly that when peeled off with a knife, they become as rotten as green mud. It is difficult to completely remove them in a while. Carefully insert the tip of the paratrooper's knife. In the deepest part of the green moss, the touch from the tip of the knife was like touching a hard object.
We looked at each other, both full of doubts. We had never thought that there would be such a small tree hole here. Even if there is a tree hole that can allow people or animals to make noises, it shouldn't be the only one like this. Small. There are countless such small holes in this old couple's banyan tree. These tree holes are just big enough for small squirrels to get in and out. But there are no squirrels in this kind of forest, so we can completely rule out that squirrels are inside. Fuck it, the tree lizard, which is slightly smaller than a squirrel, is a very quiet animal, and it can never be a tree lizard.
And just judging from the thickness of green moss and other parasitic plants on the tree, as well as the degree of decay, it cannot be formed in a short time. When I wanted to take a closer look, the tree trunk behind me shook for a while, and it turned out that the fat man climbed up for the second time.
This time he didn't need me to remind him and just put the safety bolt on his body first.
I was about to ask him why he didn't stand guard for us under the tree and why he climbed up instead, but I saw a panicked look on his face. There are not many things in this world that can make a fat man afraid. I only heard the fat man say to me tremblingly: "Old Hu Linzi"
This place is probably haunted. I have to be with you. It scared me to death just now.
I saw that he didn't look like he was joking. Unless money was involved, things would only make him nervous unless it was a direct threat to his life. I quickly asked the fat man what was wrong and if he had seen something.
The fat man calmed down and said: I was under the tree just now, and I raised my head to see you two climbing up and down the tree. It was just that it was too dark. After watching for a long time, I could only see the spotlights on your helmets, dimly.
I couldn't see clearly, and I got tired of it, so I planned to smoke a cigarette to relieve my fatigue. Suddenly I heard a woman crying around me. She was crying so miserably. But I was so frightened to death that I even held the cigarette butt backwards and almost killed myself.
My tongue is burning, there must be a female ghost, you hear it, it's coming again.
I was using a paratrooper knife to pick away the rotten plants in the tree hole piece by piece. I had just finished it, and before I had time to see what the hard things were, I heard the fat man say that there was a female ghost crying nearby, and I also picked up the work in my hand.
He stopped and raised his ears with me to listen to what was going on around him.
We had always only noticed that ghost signal. When we calmed down and listened, there were indeed bursts of whimpering sounds all around. There was no wind behind Zhelong Mountain, so it could not be the sound of wind. The sound was extremely miserable, and it was coming from east to west.
The west is erratic, and it looks even more strange in the dark environment.
The fat man and I immediately lined up in a T-shape on the canopy of the tree. I was holding a Thompson submachine gun, while the fat man was holding a Type 64 with a Jianwei steam rifle. In this way, the angle of defense of each person was reduced to 120 degrees, forming a mutual formation.
Defense support.
The miserable cry circled around us twice, and suddenly divided into three channels, approaching us from mid-air. I could hear clearly this time that it was not a female ghost, but a night owl crying. It turned out to be the damned one.
The eagle owls are of the same kind, but this time there are not just one or two. The individual sounds are huge. They must be coming to take revenge on us. Although we have guns and bullets in our hands, it is really difficult to deal with these ghosts that haunt the night sky in the dark.
A bit of a disadvantage.
At this moment, I didn't care about saving flares anymore. I took out the flare gun from the portable bag. With a sound, the flares rose up from the top of the big tree. The pale light hung in the forest and lasted for a long time. The surrounding area was illuminated like snow.
The ground is average.
We also had headaches from the strong white light of the flares. We were enduring the dazzling white light and preparing to search for targets and shoot, but we heard the forest suddenly become deathly silent. Except for our heartbeats and breathing, all sounds disappeared.
Several eagle owls that suddenly attacked were frightened by the light of the flares and fled into the darkness in the distance, disappearing without a trace. The set of nerve-wracking ghost signals also disappeared and were never heard again.
There was no movement at all, not even the chirping of various birds that should have been heard in the morning. All the animals seemed to be dead.
Before I had time to be surprised, almost at the same time as these sounds disappeared, towering cloud peaks appeared on the horizon, and a ray of morning glow cut through the gap, spreading the first ray of morning light into this strange jungle.
It seems that at dawn, all the monsters and monsters in the jungles in the valleys also fled back to their nests to hide in order to avoid the sun.
We thought of the hole in the tree and turned around to look. We saw a green hole on the tree trunk under the C-type transport plane. There was a smooth dark red stone in the depths. The mossy plants outside had been cut with knives. It was blown away, and there was a weak light in the morning light.
Before I could understand what was going on, the treetop under my feet suddenly snapped. It turned out that this thick and horizontal banyan branch bore most of the weight of the C-type transport aircraft cabin. The eagle owls that were attacked gathered together in an emergency, and their weight was too concentrated. This is a taboo for activities in the tree. At this time, plus the weight of the three of us, especially the fat man. This old banyan tree is extremely nutritionally deficient. The tree body couldn't bear the strength and could no longer hold up. Most of the trunks at the top of the tree were split in two, and the old tree body was completely broken.
Fortunately, our safety ropes were fixed on the main trunk of the old banyan tree. Although we were hit by the tree, luckily we did not fall directly to the ground. This safety rope has saved us no less than three times today. Because the C-type transport plane lost its main load-bearing branches, it fell directly to the bottom of a tree more than 20 meters high, making a huge and tragic sound.
When we raised our heads, we could see the inside of the old tree cracked open. We couldn't help but be stunned at this sight. After a long while, the fat man said: What is this? It seems to be quite valuable. I think we are really going to get fucked this time.
At this time, the familiar yet unfamiliar signal sound suddenly flashed out from the split tree body.
Chapter completed!