Chapter 11 Chapter 11 command is search

The primeval forest before dawn seemed to be shrouded in the dark shadow of the wings of death, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.I sat on the treetop and listened to it several times, and there was absolutely no mistake, over and over again, over and over again. Even the fat man under the tree heard this group of strange "tick-tick-tick" signals, and kept looking up at the tree with his neck raised. We did not dare to act rashly for a moment, but turned on the wolf-eye flashlight to shine on the place where the sound was coming from, but the beam of light from the wolf-eye flashlight was obscured by dense plants, and the more we looked at it, the more creepy we felt, even some strange-shaped old bark In the dark, they all look like hideous corpses.

I whispered to Shirley Yang next to me: "Could it be that an American pilot fell into a tree hole, and the distress radio waves sent when he was dying still linger around the big tree?" Shirley Yang shook his head and said, "No, when I searched in the wreckage of the cabin just now, I looked carefully at every place, not only there were no bones of the crew members, but also no umbrella bags, so I judged that they died before the crash. They all parachuted and escaped. Moreover, the nose of the plane hit the mountain and was completely destroyed, and then this section of the cabin fell into the tree canopy, so how could the signal sound come from the tree trunk?"

I said to Shirley Yang: "Before you shot the great horned owl just now, the string of signals meant SOS, and when it was cut off just now, it suddenly changed to DEAD. Is there any connection between them? Besides flying this C-type transport plane In the U.S. Air Force, who knows Morse code in this deep mountain?" Shirley Yang has told me more than once that people will go to heaven after death, and there is the end of life journey, so from this perspective, Shirley Yang believes that people have souls. Shirley Yang said to me: "The SOS distress code I heard at the beginning may be my footman, or maybe it was sent by the horned owl pecking at the lizard in the cabin, so it seems messy and incoherent. Now this paragraph You also heard the signal sound, it is completely different from that one, the length is very regular, and it has been repeated so many times, there is no error..."

Hearing it with my own ears is so true, I have to believe in the authenticity of the legend of "ghost signal".I said to Shirley Yang: "Although the sound of the signal is very regular, it is not like the mechanical sound that can send signals. It is somewhat like the sound of water droplets, but it is much duller than it. Maybe we have guessed it. There are dead people in the trunk..." Shirley Yang said: "Some scientists have done experiments. The human soul has weak electric waves. Even such weak energy 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 kind of intention is conveying, is it to warn us, or to intimidate us?"

Judging from my experience, if you encounter such a situation, if you choose to escape, it is definitely not a good choice. If you are always suspicious, it will cause a situation where everything is in danger, so that your mentality is disturbed, which is more likely to cause accidents.At this time, only by being brave enough to find out the root of it, and get to the bottom of it, can I feel at ease.The sky is about to dawn, the night is about to pass, and there is nothing to be afraid of when the day dawns. So I stood up holding the branch, and said to Shirley Yang: "It's useless for us to guess wildly. We might as well go over and find out if it's some ghost or not. We'll figure it out after we figure it out."

Shirley Yang nodded, agreed, and handed me a new magazine for the Chicago typewriter in his hand.This submachine gun was too heavy for her to use smoothly. We adjusted the focus of the spotlight on the mountaineering helmet and re-tightened the safety cable. I pulled out the magazine of the submachine gun, checked that it was full of bullets, and tapped the magazine twice on the helmet.This kind of gun has a notoriously high failure rate. It is necessary to compact the bullets in the magazine to prevent the bullets from getting stuck at critical moments.Fu inserted the gun body again, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, and waved to Shirley Yang. The two of them split into two directions, left and right, and climbed on the branches of the old tree, looking for the source of the "ghost signal" sound. Came to the place where the wreckage of the transport plane meets the canopy.

The closer the distance, the clearer the ticking sound, and the more it sounds less like an electronic sound. Next to the wreckage of the engine room, after a careful search, the spotlights on the mountaineering helmet finally gathered on a tree trunk. In order to prevent accidents, Shirley Yang was in front, and I was half a meter behind her to cover. Shirley Yang looked carefully at the part of the tree trunk that made the signal sound by the light of the spotlight, and turned around and gestured to me. It is certain that the sound came from here, and the tick-tock was unusual. I aimed the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun at the target, lest something like an eagle owl drill out of it and hurt people. The large caliber of the Chicago Typewriter 11.4mm is not vegetarian, and the rate of fire like a rainstorm will kill any jungle The beast in it was smashed to pieces.

Seeing that I was ready, Shirley Yang took out the paratrooper knife in his hand, aimed at the section of the tree trunk covered with plants, and slowly cut down, cutting off the thick green moss vines layer by layer with the paratrooper knife. After cutting it a few times, I found that it was a natural tree hole.This tree hole is only as big as two fists, and over the years, the hole has been completely sealed by the parasitic plants on the tree. Shirley Yang carefully inserted the tip of the paratrooper knife into the deepest part of the green moss. The touch from the tip seemed to touch a hard object.

Shirley Yang and I looked at each other, full of doubts. We never thought that there would be such a small tree hole here. It should be just a small hole.I don’t know how many small tree holes like this there are on this old couple’s banyan tree. They are all paradise for small animals, and it seems that none of them can be formed in a short time. Suddenly the trunk behind him shook. It turned out that the fat man climbed up for the second time. This time he didn't need me to remind him, he just put the safety bolt on his body first. I was just about to ask him why he didn't guard us under the tree and what he was doing up up again, but he looked panic-stricken.There are not many things in this world that can scare a fat man. I just heard the fat man say to me tremblingly: "Old Hu, my goddamn... This forest is probably haunted. I have to be with you. I was scared to death just now." gone."

I don't think he's joking. If money isn't involved, he won't be nervous unless his life is directly threatened.I hurriedly asked the fat man what happened and if he saw anything. The fat man collected himself and said, "I was under the tree just now, and I looked up to see you two climbing up and down the tree, but it was too dark, and after watching for a long time, I saw the spotlights on your helmets dimly I can't see clearly. I was tired of watching, so I planned to smoke a cigarette to relieve my fatigue. Suddenly, I heard a woman crying around, crying so badly, but my mother scared the master to death. My tongue is burning. There must be a female ghost, listen to me...here again."

Shirley Yang was using a paratrooper knife to pick out the rotting plants in the tree hole piece by piece. He had just made it almost done. My work stopped, and I put up my ears to listen to the movement around me. We have always only paid attention to the "ghost signal", and when we calmed down to listen, there were bursts of whimpering all around.There is no wind behind Zhelong Mountain, so it is absolutely impossible to be the sound of wind, the sound is very miserable, and it is erratic from east to west, and it is even more creepy in the pitch black. Fatty and Shirley Yang and I immediately lined up in a T-shape on the canopy of the tree. I was holding a Thompson submachine gun, Fatty was using a "Jianwei" air rifle, and Shirley Yang was holding a Type 64 pistol. In this way, everyone's defense angle was reduced to one. One hundred and twenty degrees, forming a defensive support for each other. The mournful weeping circled around us twice, and suddenly divided into three, quickly covering us from mid-air.I could clearly hear it this time, it wasn't a female ghost, it was a night owl howling, it turned out to be the same damn eagle owl, but this time it wasn't just one or two.Hearing this cry, the individual is not too small, presumably they came to seek revenge from us. Although we have guns and bullets in our hands, it is really a bit of a disadvantage to deal with these ghosts that haunt the night sky in the dark. At this moment, Shirley Yang couldn't care less about saving flares, and took out the flare gun from the carrying bag. With a bang, the flares rose from the top of the big tree, and the pale light hung on the forest. It's like snow. We were also given headaches by the strong white light of the flare. We were enduring the dazzling white light and preparing to search for the target to shoot, but we heard that the forest suddenly became deathly silent. Except for our heartbeat and breathing, all sounds disappeared. A few eagle owls that came suddenly were shocked by the light of the flare, escaped into the darkness in the distance, and disappeared without a trace, and the group of scalp-numbing "ghost signals" also disappeared. There was not even the slightest movement, not even the chirping of birds that should have happened in the morning, and all the animals seemed to be dead. Before I could be surprised, almost at the same time as these sounds disappeared, the clouds and peaks in the sky were towering, and a ray of morning glow pierced the gaps in the clouds, and sprinkled the first ray of morning light into this strange jungle. It seems that at the moment of dawn, all the ghosts and monsters in the valley and jungle also fled back to their lairs to hide in order to avoid the sun. We thought of the hole in the tree, and looked back, only to see a green hole in the trunk under the C-type transport plane, and a dark red smooth stone in the depth, which was shining faintly in the morning light. Before I could see what was going on, the treetops under my feet suddenly snapped off.It turns out that this thick banyan branch bears most of the weight of the C-type transport plane. We just gathered together in an emergency to prepare for the incoming eagle owl. This is a taboo for activities on trees, especially one Fatty, the trunk of this old banyan tree can no longer bear strength, and it can no longer support it. Most of the trunk at the top of the tree has been split in two, and the old trunk is completely broken. Fortunately, our safety ropes are all fixed to the trunk of the old banyan tree. Although we ate and hit the tree, we did not fall directly to the ground. Today this safety rope has saved us no less than three times.The C-type transport plane overhead, because it lost the main load-bearing branch, slid directly under the tree more than 20 meters high, making a loud and tragic sound. When we raised our heads, we could see the inside of the old tree cracked open, and we couldn’t help but be dumbfounded. After a while, the fat man said, "What is this? It seems to be quite valuable...I think this time...we really... ...fucking fucked up." At this time, the familiar yet unfamiliar signal sound suddenly came from the split tree again...