After I left the army, I often had nightmares and would suffer from insomnia all night long.
After I started an antique business in Beijing, I gained spiritual sustenance and slowly got better.
I don’t know how long it took, but I was suddenly woken up by someone gently pushing me.
Although I was sleepy, I felt a little uneasy in my heart.
At this moment, I woke up immediately when someone pushed me.
At this time, the heavy clouds in the sky had moved away, and the cold moonlight was shining down.
The person who woke me up was Shiry Yang.
When Shiry Yang saw me opening my eyes, he immediately put his finger to his lips and made a silencing gesture, signaling me not to speak loudly.
I looked around.
Fatty was still sleeping like a dead pig in his sleeping bag.
I didn’t know when a thin blanket was added to my body.
At this time, my brain had just woken up from a deep sleep, and it was still not working well, but I immediately understood that something was wrong.
I saw that Shiry Yang had already held the Type 64 pistol in his hand, pointed at the two entwined couple trees with his other hand, and then pointed at his ears, asking me to listen carefully to the sounds in the trees.
I immediately turned over and sat up, listening intently.
Although I didn’t have the listening skills of a dog that keeps watch at night like a partridge whistle, I was so close to the big tree in this extremely silent forest that I could clearly hear a loud burst of noise coming from inside the tree.
There was a gentle knocking sound for a while.
The sound was not loud, but it seemed very strange in the dark night.
It was completely out of rhythm.
What was coming from it was definitely not a woodpecker, and the sound came from the tree trunk above.
Could there be something in the tree?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Legend has it that there are accompanying mausoleums and burial pits around the tomb of King Xian, as well as human figurines hanging upside down as "drawing signs."
God knows what evil things there are in this old forest.
I didn't dare to say anything, and slowly pulled back the bolt of the "Jianwei" rifle, and hung the carrying bag on my body.
There are black donkey hooves in the carrying bag, which are used to restrain corpses, as well as ropes for binding corpses, glutinous rice and other objects.
No matter what the situation is, if you have these things, you can fight with it.
At this time, the dull knocking sound sounded again, like water droplets, or like tapping the iron plate with fingers, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
I looked towards the source of the sound, and my sight was blocked by the branches and leaves on the tree.
I couldn't see clearly what was going on above.
The moonlight flickered between the branches, making it even more ghostly.
Shiry Yang whispered in my ear: "You were asleep just now, and I heard this sound when I calmed down.
It seemed like there was someone in the tree."
I also asked in a low voice: "How can you be sure that a human is not an animal?"
Shiry Yang said: "The sound was tiny, weird, and irregular.
I thought it was coming from an animal at first, but when I listened carefully, I heard a short section of Morse code signal.
However, this signal only appeared once.
It started to become less regular later on, maybe because the signal sound was relatively small, and I most likely missed part of it.”
I was confused, but the uneasiness in my heart became more intense.
I whispered to Shiry Yang: "Morse code is the international code with only two signals, long and short.
What is the content of what you heard?"
Shiry Yang said: "Three shorts, three longs and three shorts, that is, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, is the internationally accepted distress signal SOS."
I said to Shiry Yang: "Don't scare yourself.
Although Morse code is the most popular in the world, it is a secret code encoded in English after all.
In this forest, except for the blind man and others during the Republic of China, There were a few stone quarry workers who came here just out of curiosity.
They walked through the cave and walked around the edge of the forest before going back.
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The locals were very superstitious and did not dare to come to Zhelong Mountain. in the forest because they were afraid of bumping into ghosts.”
When I said the last word, I felt it was unlucky, so I spit out it hastily and said silently in my mind: "Nothing is taboo."
Shiry Yang waved his hand to me and asked me to stop talking.
Listening carefully again, the voice came from the tree again.
This time I heard it clearly, some were short and some were long.
Sure enough, there were three short, three long and three short.
The short one Rapid, long and heavy.
At this time, Shiry Yang had already taken out the wolf eyes from the bag: "I'll go to the tree to have a look."
I grabbed her and said, "You can't go.
Look at the red moonlight in the sky, and the demonic fog in the forest is getting thicker.
There must be a dead person in the tree.
This sound is the legendary ghost signal."
Shiry Yang asked: "What is a ghost signal?
Why have I never heard of it?"
I said to Shiry Yang: "You don't know something.
There has always been this legend in the army.
Some troops stationed in remote mountainous areas often receive inexplicable signals on the radio.
These signals are intermittent, some are asking for help, and some are warning. , in short, the content is very strange.
If there are radio waves, people will think that there are victims asking for help, and most of them will send people to search the place where the radio signals come from, but those who go there will never come back, as if they have evaporated from the world, those ghostly signals, It disappeared immediately, so this is the legendary soul-catching signal. " Shiry Yang had already put on the mountaineering helmet on his head and said to me: "How can such rumors be accurate?
This place has entered the scope of King Xian's tomb, so any unusual situation may be related to King Xian's tomb."
It’s related to the tomb, and we have to get to the bottom of it.
Besides, if there are really trapped people asking for help, we can’t just ignore it.”
After Shiry Yang finished speaking, he used a mountaineering pick to hang on the thick vines on the tree trunk, and climbed up.
He moved very briskly and climbed halfway up in a few clicks.
These two entangled old trees are about 20 meters high and their crowns are more than 100 meters in diameter.
They block the moonlight.
In addition, the branches and leaves on the trees are so dense that you can only see them with a wolf-eye flashlight under the trees. within ten meters.
Our searchlight has been destroyed.
The most powerful lighting now is to use a flare gun to fire flares.
This place has not yet entered the Worm Valley, and there will be no more supplies on the way, so we cannot use it here.
I saw Shiry Yang climbing higher and higher in the tree, and I was very worried about her safety.
I hurriedly woke up the fat man in the sleeping bag and asked him to help him under the tree.
Then he also put on a mountaineering helmet, turned on the tactical spotlight above his head, grabbed the vines, and followed Climbed the tree.
The fat man had just been woken up by me, and before he could figure out the situation, he kept asking me what was going on under the tree while holding up his "Jianwei".
I had just climbed to a third of the height when I saw the fat man wandering around under the tree like a headless fly with a gun, so I hung a mountaineering pick in the gap in the tree.
I stopped and lowered my head and said to the fat man: "Don't put the muzzle of the gun in your hand."
Go up, be careful if the fire breaks out and I collapse.
There seems to be something in the tree.
Let's climb up and see what's going on.
Just be careful down there and don't be careless."
At this time, Shiry Yang, who had climbed to the height of the old banyan tree, suddenly shouted: "There is half an airplane wreckage stuck on the top of the tree.
It seems to be a US Air Force plane."
When I heard what she said, I hurriedly climbed up with my hands and feet looking for the light on Shirey Yang's mountaineering helmet.
I saw Shirey Yang in the middle of the tree crown, touching a dark object with my hand.
I was far away, and I couldn't I couldn't tell whether it was a plant or the wreckage of an airplane.
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I climbed up to Shiry Yang, and then I could see clearly.
Under the quiet, frosty moonlight, there was a section of the cabin of a huge airplane inserted upside down between two trees.
The wings and tail were missing, and there were several big holes in the fuselage. , the hole was filled with stuff, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
The hatch had separated from the fuselage and was completely deformed by the impact.
There were rust spots everywhere, and it was covered with thick moss and vines.
It had almost grown into the trunk of the tree, and the landing gear was stuck in the gaps between the trees.
I turned my head and looked at the tall and vast Zhelong Mountain at the other end.
I thought that the plane probably hit the mountain and broke into several pieces.
This section of the cabin just landed on the tree crown.
Only these two rare giant couple trees could withstand such a huge impact among nearby trees.
Shiryy Yang pointed to a large piece of green plant mud covering the fuselage that was scraped with a paratrooper knife and showed me.
There was a string of vague and unrecognizable letters with the number c5xr1xxxxx2x.
I didn’t understand the rules of the U.S.
Air Force, so I asked Shiryy Yang: "The bombers of the U.S.
Air Force and the Flying Tigers who aided China during the War of Resistance" Shiry Yang said: "I haven't found any Flying Tigers markings on the fuselage.
It should be the wreckage of a U.S.
Air Force C-type transport plane.
It may have taken off from the Kolkata base in India during World War II for the Chinese expedition fighting in Myitkyina, Myanmar.
If it is transporting supplies to the Chinese military, if it is supporting the Flying Tigers in the Chinese theater, it should also have the Qingtian Bairi mark on it.”
I nodded and said: "This is not far from Myanmar.
I read on the news that the wreckage of dozens of US military transport planes have been discovered in the Nujiang Grand Canyon and the Gaoligong Mountains very close to here.
In the three years from 1942 to 1945, On the China-Myanmar border and later on the hump route, no fewer than six to seven hundred aircraft of the US military crashed in southwest China.
Unexpectedly, one crashed here. " The fat man waited anxiously under the tree, and shouted loudly: "Old Hu, what are you two doing in the tree, and you asked me to stand guard for you two, what is there on the tree?"
I broke off a branch and threw it at the fat man under the tree from above: "What are you talking about?
We found a US military transport plane on the tree.
We will go down after I find out."
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the knocking sound of the distress signal that had just been sent out from the trees.
I looked at the wreckage of the transport plane.
How could anyone survive the crash?
What happened to that signal?
Could it be the ghost of the pilot?
The ghost is still there, still asking for help At this time, the clouds in the sky suddenly covered the moon, and the trees immediately became dark.
I held my breath, gestured to Shirey Yang, and put our ears to the cabin with her to see if there was still that weird Moss inside.
Code distress signal.
It didn't matter.
As soon as I put my ear to the cabin, I heard three rapid knocking sounds "dang dang dang" inside.
The sound came so suddenly that I was taken aback.
If I hadn't been hanging firmly on the mountaineering pick with my left hand, I would have almost rolled and fallen from the tree crown.
We didn't dare to make much noise from beginning to end.
Except for a few words I shouted to the fat man under the tree, we all spoke in a low voice.
From the time we climbed up the tree, we never heard the "ghost signal" again.
At this time, the sound Suddenly it came from the cabin.
Because it was so close, the sound was extremely clear, how could it not be shocking.
Shiry Yang and I looked at each other and saw that she also had a puzzled look on her face: "Damn it, is there really something inside?
I just saw a broken iron plate on the top of the cabin.
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Let's open it and take a look.
The situation inside.”
Shiry Yang was not afraid, and naturally I couldn't show fear, so I nodded in agreement: "Okay, if there are still bones of US military pilots inside, we will try to bury them temporarily, and then take the identity tags back.
The rest is to notify The U.S.
Consulate is here to retrieve the remains.
Americans don’t follow the custom of burying loyal bones everywhere in Qingshan, so they will definitely cover them with flags and take them back to their hometowns.”
Shiry Yang said: "That's what I planned.
Let's take action.
If there is something in the cabin, we can use Colonel Jin's black donkey hooves to deal with it."
I pretended to be calm and smiled: "We don't have to worry about it.
This is a military transport plane.
There may be military supplies inside, preferably explosives and the like.
The King's Fight may come in handy."
I spotted a branch of a tree that I could stand on, and installed a tension-fixed piton in the crack of the tree.
Then I used a climbing rope to secure myself to the piton, and used a mountaineering pick to pry the broken piece on the roof of the cabin.
Shaped rotten iron plate.
Shiry Yang was at the side using a paratrooper knife to cut off the plant vines wrapped around the iron plate, and helped me open the iron plate.
Because after more than 40 years, the aircraft was seriously damaged and was squeezed by the growing old banyan tree.
I pried off the iron plate and only half of it fell off.
The other half was stuck tightly and was difficult to attach to the tree.
I tried my best, but couldn't pry anymore.
I lay down in the hole in the cabin, trying to see what was sending signals constantly, while Shiry Yang was holding a Type 64 pistol and a black donkey's hoof to cover me.
The tactical spotlight of a mountaineering helmet is far more useful in the jungle at night than in a hole deep in the ground.
It is enough to see clearly the situation in the cabin.
My heart was also in my throat, and I slowly leaned my head over.
At this time, the forest was extremely quiet, and the "thumping" knocking sounds in the cabin came one after another.
With each sound, my heart skipped a beat.
Then hang a little higher.
The light beam of the headlight shines into the dark interior of the cabin.
The first thing I see is a pilot's helmet.
It seems that the pilot's skeleton is just hanging under the iron plate I pried open, but his head is lowered.
It may be the plane.
When he crashed, his cervical vertebrae were broken and his head hung on his chest.
The body was severely deformed, and the gap was so narrow that I couldn't see clearly for a while how good or bad the body was under the helmet, but I was certain that the angle between the head and the body was impossible for a living person to do.
When he was about to reach out and lift up the helmet, who would have thought that the pilot's helmet, which was originally hanging low, suddenly moved slightly twice, as if trying to lift his head hard.
Every time he moved, there was a sound of hitting the iron sheet.
At this moment, I was covered in white hair sweat, and I secretly screamed: "Bitterness."
This time I definitely encountered a zombie.
What I was most afraid of hearing when I was a child was the story of a zombie knocking on the coffin board in a coffin.
Today I really encountered it. , but I don’t know whether the black donkey hooves that Captain Jin has used to restrain zombies since ancient times will work.
I bit the bullet and used a mountaineering pick to peel off the broken pilot's helmet.
I raised the black donkey's hoof with my other hand and stuffed it in.
However, a golden light suddenly shot out from under the helmet: