Arabic, actually Arabic?

The man obviously couldn't read it, and rummaged around, but he didn't have any clue at all, he could only start making a call, but he couldn't remember the phone number. The pen "Fun" www.biquge.info rummaged through his pocket, his wallet had been emptied, and there was nothing left, except for a pile of peanut shells, a medicine bottle, and a small wine jug.

After taking a deep breath, the man dialed "911" in an international call, "Hello, 911. The phone was connected, and the voice of a female operator was heard.

"Hello, I was buried alive. The man was panting like a cow, and he said breathlessly, and before he even had time to stop, he began to call for help urgently, "Please, save me, I'm going to be out of breath." ”

"Sir?" the operator seemed confused.

"I'm buried alive in a coffin, come and save me! Send someone to find me!" The man's right hand held the phone tightly, and the left hand held a lighter, which was placed on his chest, his eyes wandered to look at the faint firelight, and his fingers couldn't help but begin to tighten, as if he was grasping his own lifeline.

"Sir, slow down. What's your name?"

"Paul, Paul Conroy. ”

"Okay, Mr. Conroy, can you tell me where you are now?"

Paul closed his eyes in pain, "I don't know. His voice was terrifyingly hoarse, and his eyes wandered left and right in a panic, but he could not find a focal point to settle on, "I'm in a coffin! Please, save me, I'm so scared. ”

"Are you in a coffin?"

"Yes. Paul felt like he was about to breathe, as if an invisible hand was holding his throat, and the suffocating sensation made his face start to swell and redden, and he didn't even have much confidence to speak," an old-fashioned wooden coffin. ”

"Are you at the funeral home?"

"No, no, no. Paul said no, but he couldn't help but be a little confused, because he wasn't sure where he was, "I don't know, no." ”

"How did you call me now?" the operator never seemed to figure out what was going on, still asking unhurriedly.

Paul was almost suffocating, his brain was in complete chaos, "What?"

"If you were buried alive in a coffin, how did you call me?" the operator repeated his question.

"Uh...... Mobile phone, here's an old phone. Paul involuntarily leaned up, trying to find a crevice where he could get some fresh air.

"You call from your own phone?"

"Yes. No, it's not, it's not my phone. But yes, I'm calling on my phone. "Paul's brain has become a mess, and all reactions are based on instinct and instinct. He didn't even know what he was doing, his eyes were blank and anxious.

"When you climbed into the coffin, there was a cell phone there?"

"Yes. Paul nodded, but then frowned, "What? I didn't climb in." Paul was already gritting his teeth because he still couldn't get fresh air and the operator was wasting his time.

"And how did you get into the coffin?"

"I was let in. Paul's hands were clenched into fists, his eyes closed, and word by word squeezed out between his teeth.

"Put it in a coffin?" the operator thought it was a bit ridiculous.

"Yes, please, save me!" Paul could no longer utter a complete sentence, and jumped out word by word.

"You said the coffin was buried alive?"

Paul raised his left hand and tried to rub his aching temples, but he was burned by a lighter, and his whole body grinned, "Yes, I'm a truck driver, I'm a U.S. citizen." Paul gasped for air, as if there was no way to continue, "This...... It's hot in here and I can't breathe. ”

"Do you know where you are?" the operator's voice seemed a little helpless.

"I ...... I told you, somewhere in Iraq. Please, save me!" Paul was utterly incoherent, and his mind went blank except "Please, save me."

"Iraq?"

"Yes, I'm a truck driver, I'm a U.S. citizen, and I work for CRT. Paul's brain was finally up and running again, and he said quickly.

"Are you a soldier?" the operator's question made Paul angry and shouted in a rage, "No, please, didn't you listen to me? I'm a truck driver, I'm a U.S. citizen, I'm a contractor working in Iraq, and there's an attack in Bakuba, and they're ...... They were all killed. The coherent words were abruptly cut off, and Paul breathed heavily, as if his heartbeat was causing a brief suffocation.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was the only survivor, and that all his colleagues had been shot. That sudden dazedness and loss made him fall into silence.

"Who was killed?"

The operator's question again pulled Paul back to reality, "All the other drivers." Paul couldn't help but laugh, the sense of unreal absurdity invaded, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but carry a hint of sarcasm.

"You say all this is happening in Iraq?

Paul chuckled, the sadness was too real and too urgent to become a great irony, "Yes, listen to me, okay? Listen to me!" Paul smiled and said earnestly, "The military gave me a security number to keep in my wallet, but I can't find it now." ”

The operator reluctantly interrupted Paul, "Mr. Conroy, this is the alarm station in Youngstown, Ohio. ”

The rapidly heaving chest suddenly slowed down, as if time and space had condensed, "Ohio?" Paul was directly stunned, and the movements of his muscles stopped in place.

"Yes, sir. The operator finally regained his senses, "You said you were in another country, I don't know how you got here." If you wish, I can transfer you to the sheriff's office. ”

"If you don't understand, forget it. Paul shook his head, hung up immediately, and looked at the battery - there were only three bars left, which was not good news.

Gavin had a sense of ridiculous joy, as if Paul's call for "911" for help was a wrong choice, because the operator didn't help at all, the endless questions were never asked on the point, the fragmented conversation never really got the problem straight, which not only wasted the phone's battery, but also wasted the oxygen in the coffin, and what is even more ridiculous was that in the end, Paul found that "911" didn't solve the problem at all.

Gavin knew that it wasn't the operator's fault, but he couldn't help but start worrying about how Paul would save himself after wasting the opportunity, and how would someone else come and save Paul on Iraqi soil. That sense of suspense suddenly jumped, Gavin could feel the adrenaline erupt, and involuntarily adjusted his sitting position, and then he realized that his muscles had been tense for too long, so that his body began to numb, but the urgent horror and fear were still stuck in his throat, making him unable to take his eyes off.

Paul extinguished the lighter again, and this time instead of panicking, he calmed down and regrouped his thoughts, and then lit the lighter again and began dialing the number.

He first called his wife, Linda, home and mobile phone, but unfortunately Linda did not answer the phone, he could only leave a message in the voicemail, explaining his crisis situation, hoping that Linda could quickly call for help after hearing the message, and then dialed the "411" search desk, hoping to find the FBI's phone number, but the operator did not relentlessly ask Paul to specify a specific state and city, and in a fit of rage, he casually said "Chicago"; After that, the call was transferred to the FBI in Chicago, and he explained the situation.

"My convoy with other drivers, who were transporting kitchen supplies to a community center, and then some children threw stones at our truck, and then a bomb exploded in front and blew up one of the trucks, and then a group of people rushed out of the house next to it and shot at us right in the street...... I was at the back of the convoy and I guess a rock hit me in the head and I fainted, and I don't remember what happened after that, when I woke up, my hands were tied and I was lying in a coffin. ”

Paul did his best to explain the situation, but the agent who answered the phone kept grappling with the details: why the children were throwing stones, who shot them, why those who shot them, and why Paul was not shot...... The aggressive tone was as if Paul was one of the terrorists, calling just to make trouble, and even to start investigating Paul's personal identity and background.

Angry, calm, angry, calm.

Paul's emotions are always tormented, and what's worse, the phone has no signal! The phone has lost connection! Paul held his breath and began to press against the wall of the coffin, looking around for a signal, searching for the past little by little, and finally found the signal, he thought about it, and then dialed the phone number of his company, and the operator was pestering and struggling again, introducing himself, explaining the situation, explaining the crisis, asking for details, and in the end, the other party was transferred to the personnel director Alan Davenport. She didn't care about Paul's protests, what he needed now was not the HR director, but the crisis management!

But the call was transferred anyway, and then it was a matter of waiting...... The long wait...... Endless waiting, and finally waiting for the recording of the phone call. Again, Paul explained everything again, but before the situation could be finished, the recording was cut off.

Looking at the busy phone that came from the busy phone, Paul was furious, completely angry, "Grass, grass, grass!" He punched and kicked wildly, venting his anger with all his strength, in the endless darkness, indignantly venting all his emotions until he was exhausted, and then lay blankly in place, calm, calm...... Even the sound of breathing seems to be small.

Helplessness, except helplessness or helplessness, that deep sense of powerlessness came through the endless darkness of the screen, which was even more terrible than despair, because I grasped the rope of hope, and I thought that I could get out of this rope by following this rope, but I repeated the same situation again and again, from 911 to the FBI to the company, and even to my own family, every agency, Every subject turned him away, going around and around in the same place, and the shock of hope being extinguished just after it rose was really too magnificent.

Gavin thought it was too cruel and too ironic. The heaviness of the heart slowly seeped out through horror and fear.