The primeval forest before dawn seemed to be shrouded in the dark shadow of the wings of death, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop to the ground.
I sat on the treetop and listened to it several times, and it was absolutely correct.
I repeated it over and over again.
Even the fat man under the tree heard this strange set of "tick-tick-tick" signals and kept looking up the tree with his neck raised.
We didn't dare to act rashly for the moment.
We just turned on the wolf-eye flashlight and went to shine the place where the noise came from.
However, the light beam of the wolf-eye flashlight was obscured by dense plants.
The more we looked at it, the more terrifying it became.
There were even some strange-shaped old tree barks. , they all look like ferocious corpse monsters in the dark.
I quietly asked Shiry Yang next to me: "Is it possible that an American pilot fell into the tree hole, and the distress wave he sent when he died is still lingering around this big tree."
Shiry Yang 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 was also no parachute bag, so I judged that they were there before the crash.
They all escaped by parachuting.
Moreover, the nose of the plane hit the mountain and was completely destroyed.
Then the cabin fell to the tree canopy.
How could the signal sound come from the tree trunk?"
I said to Shiry Yang: "Before you shot the great eagle owl just now, the string of signals meant sos.
When it was interrupted, it suddenly turned into dead.
Is there any connection between this, other than the person driving this C-type transport plane?
U.S.
Air Force, who in these deep mountains knows Morse communication code?"
Shiry Yang has told me more than once that people will go to heaven after death, and that is the end of life's journey.
So from this perspective, Shiry Yang believes that people have souls.
Shiry Yang said to me: "The SOS distress code I heard at the beginning may have been sent by my lackey, or the eagle owl was biting the tree lizard in the cabin, so it seemed messy and incoherent.
But now this code 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."
I heard it with my own ears and it was so real that I had to believe the authenticity of the legend of "ghost signals".
I said to Shiry Yang: "Although this signal sound is very regular, it doesn't sound like the mechanical sound that can emit signals.
It is like the sound of water droplets, but it is much duller than it.
Maybe we have guessed it right.
There are dead people inside the tree trunks” Shiry Yang said: "Some scientists have done experiments and found that the human soul has weak radio waves.
Even such a 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 intention are you conveying, is it to give us a warning or to intimidate us?"
Judging from my experience, if you encounter such a situation, it is definitely not a good choice to choose to escape.
Being suspicious all the time will lead to a situation where everything is in danger, and even disturb your own mentality, which will make it easier to get into trouble.
At this time, only by having the courage to find out the root cause and get to the bottom of it can you feel at ease.
It will be daylight soon, the night will soon be over, and there will be nothing to be afraid of when daylight comes.
So I stood up holding on to the branch and said to Shirey Yang: "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.
We can understand it later and then take care of it."
Shiry Yang nodded, agreed, replaced the Chicago typewriter with a new magazine and handed it to me.
This submachine gun was too heavy for her to use smoothly.
The two of us adjusted the focus of the spotlight on the mountaineering helmet and re-strengthened the safety cable.
I pulled out the magazine of the submachine gun, looked at the bullets inside, and then banged the magazine on my helmet twice.
This type of gun has a notoriously high failure rate, so be sure to compact the bullets in the magazine to prevent them from jamming at critical moments.
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He inserted the gun again, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet.
He waved to Shiry Yang.
The two of them went to the left and right, climbed the branches of the old tree, and searched for the source of the "ghost signal" sound.
We arrived at the place where the wreckage of the transport plane met the tree crown.
The closer the distance, the clearer the ticking sound became, and the more it sounded, the less it seemed like an electronic sound.
After a careful search next to the wreckage of the cabin, the spotlights on the mountaineering helmets finally gathered on a tree trunk.
In order to prevent accidents, Shiry Yang was in front and I was half a meter behind her to cover.
Shiry Yang used the light of the spotlight to carefully look at the section of tree trunk that made the signal sound, and then turned around and gestured to me.
I was sure that the sound came from here, and the ticking sound was unusual.
I pointed the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun at the target to prevent things like eagle owls from coming out of it and hurting people.
The Chicago Typewriter's large caliber of 11.4 mm is not a vegetarian.
The torrential rate of fire will destroy any jungle.
The beast in it was broken into pieces.
Shiry Yang saw that I was ready, so he took out his paratrooper knife and held it in his hand.
He aimed at the section of tree trunk that was covered with plants and slowly cut it.
He used the paratrooper knife to cut off the thick green moss vines layer by layer.
After a few cuts, I discovered that there was a natural tree hole.
This tree hole is only as big as two fists.
Over the years, the hole has been completely sealed by parasitic plants on the tree.
Shiry Yang carefully inserted the tip of the paratrooper's knife into the deepest part of the green moss.
The touch from the tip of the knife was like touching a hard object.
Shiry Yang and I 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 was a tree hole, people or animals could make noises inside.
It should be just a small hole.
There are countless small tree holes like this in this old couple's banyan tree.
They are all paradises for small animals, and it seems that they cannot be formed in a short time.
Suddenly the tree trunk behind him shook.
It turned out that the fat man climbed up for the second time.
This time he didn't need to remind me anymore and just hung the safety bolt on his body.
I was about to ask him why he didn't stand guard for us under the tree and why he climbed up again, but I saw a look of panic on his face.
There are not many things in this world that can make Fatty scared.
I just heard Fatty say to me tremblingly: "Old Hu, this fucking forest is probably haunted.
I have to be with you.
I was scared to death just now." " I saw that he didn't look like he was joking.
When money is not involved, it would only make him nervous if it was a direct threat to his life.
I quickly asked the fat man what happened and if he saw 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's just that it was too dark.
After watching it for a long time, I could only see the spotlights on your helmets, which were hazy.
I can't see clearly.
I'm tired of seeing it. , I planned to smoke a cigarette to relieve my fatigue, and suddenly I heard a woman crying around me.
She was crying so hard, but I was so frightened that I held the cigarette butt backwards and almost burned my tongue.
There must be a female ghost.
Ah, you hear it, it’s coming again.”
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Shiry Yang was using a paratrooper knife to pick away the rotten plants in the tree hole piece by piece.
He had just finished it, but before he had time to see what the hard thing underneath was, he heard the fat man say that there was a female ghost crying nearby, so he took his hand His work stopped and he and I raised our ears to listen to what was going on around us.
We had always only paid attention to the "ghost signal", but 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 erratic, and it was erratic from east to west, making it even more hair-raising in the darkness.
Fatty and Shirey Yang and I immediately lined up in a T-shape on the canopy.
I held a Thompson submachine gun, Fatty used a "Jianwei" air rifle, and Shirey Yang held a 64-type pistol.
In this way, everyone's defense angle was reduced to one.
One hundred and twenty degrees, forming mutual defense support.
The pitiful cry circled around us twice, and suddenly divided into three channels, approaching us quickly from mid-air.
This time I heard clearly that it was not a female ghost, but a night owl howling.
It turned out to be the same kind of damn eagle owl, but this time it was not just one or two.
Hearing this cry, the individual is not small.
He must be coming to take revenge on us.
Although we have guns and bullets in our hands, we are really at a disadvantage in dealing with these ghosts that haunt the night sky in the dark.
At this moment, Shirey Yang didn't care about saving flares.
He took out the flare gun from the portable bag.
With a bang, the flares rose up from the top of the big tree.
The pale light hung in the forest and lingered for a long time, illuminating the surrounding area.
It must be like snow.
We also had a headache from the strong white light of the flare.
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.
The few eagle owls that suddenly attacked were frightened by the light of the flares.
They fled into the darkness in the distance and disappeared without a trace.
The set of scalp-numbing "ghost signals" also disappeared and were never heard again.
There was less than the slightest movement, not even the chirping of various birds that should have been heard in the morning, and all the animals seemed to be dead.
Before I could be surprised, almost at the same time that these sounds disappeared, towering cloud peaks appeared on the horizon, and a ray of morning glow cut through the gaps in the clouds, spreading the first ray of morning light into this strange jungle.
It seems that at dawn, the monsters and monsters in the valley and jungle all fled back to their nests and hid in order to avoid the sun.
We thought of the hole in the tree and turned around to look.
We saw a green hole in the tree trunk under the C-type transport plane.
Deep in it was a piece of smooth crimson stone, which was giving off a faint light in the morning light.
Before I could understand what was going on, the treetops under my feet suddenly snapped.
It turns out that this thick banyan tree 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 in the tree, especially for one person.
Fatty, the trunk of this old banyan tree couldn't bear the strength and could no longer hold up.
Most of the trunk at the top of the tree was split in two, and the old trunk was completely broken.
Fortunately, our safety ropes were fixed on the main trunk of the old banyan tree.
Although we hit the tree, we did not fall directly to the ground.
This safety rope has saved us no less than three times today.
The C-type transport plane overhead lost its main load-bearing branches and 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 while, the fat man said: "What is this thing?
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It seems to be quite valuable.
I think we are really crazy this time." " At this time, the familiar yet unfamiliar signal sound suddenly came out from the split tree again: