Zhen Fan is going crazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He really wanted to go crazy, because since he left the radar test lab, although the whistling in his ears was barely bearable, it never disappeared. It felt like suddenly being in a hall full of radio stations, all of which were turned on and receiving telegrams.

It's like countless bees and flies, and even a few big mosquitoes, huddled together and screaming in their ears.

Tick-tock, buzzing, whistling, the sound of radio waves interfering with each other, the sound of sharp metal blades cutting through glass,......。 Anyway, as far as you can imagine, there are almost all kinds of complex physical sounds. The only thing is the voice of people and animals.

With such noise in his ears, how does Zhen Fan work, live, and study?

Fortunately, the next day was Friday, and Zhen Fan finally persevered until he got off work on Thursday, and took a day off on Friday. With three days on Saturday and Sunday, he wanted to go to the doctor to have a good look.

After dinner on Thursday, lying in bed early, Zhen Fan thought to himself that maybe he couldn't hear when he fell asleep.

However, I couldn't sleep at all. No one has the ability to sleep with ears full of bees, flies, and mosquitoes.

After thinking about it, Zhen Fan went crazy.

"Teletubbies, Teletubbies, am I really a Teletubbie?"

In connection with the dream he had, Zhen Fan has begun to try to accept a fact. That is the noisy sound in the ear, and it is very likely that it is the various electromagnetic wave signals received.

How and through what is it?

I don't want to know, it must be the antenna that passes through the body in that clear and real dream.

"God, I don't want to be a Teletubbies. Don't, God! ”

In the middle of the night, after a wail was blurted out, the car parked downstairs began to sound its sirens again. In the community, the lights that have long been extinguished by countless homes are lit up again.

Bang, bang, bang.

"If it weren't for the damn knock on the door, I wouldn't have been able to jump through that damn hurdle."

Zhen Fan rushed to the door like a gust of wind, stretched out his hand and violently opened the door, and was about to scold, but what caught his eyes was an old grandmother in pajamas.

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Grandma, I, I'm fine."

"If anything, go to the doctor. If it's okay, try not to disturb other people's rest. Especially those of us who are elderly, once we wake up at this time, we can only watch until dawn. ”

"Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Okay, just pay more attention in the future. Go back and rest. ”

After Zhen Fan watched the old grandmother go downstairs slowly, he closed the door casually, muttering:

"Thankfully, there's no one living next door."

Hey, when Zhen Fan returned to the bed and lay down, a wave of sleepiness hit, and he suddenly realized that the noise in his ears was gone.

Suddenly, the sleepiness that had just hit disappeared without a trace, and Zhen Fan sat up from the bed suddenly. After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of a key question.

"When I crossed that hurdle, it was because of three knocks on the door. Today, it was only after hearing the grandmother's knock on the door that the noise in my ears suddenly disappeared. Could it be that the knock on the door is a failure to open and close? ”

Zhen Fan was naturally not naïve enough to knock on the door directly, but stretched out his right hand, as if knocking on the door, and gently knocked on the top of the computer table.

Bang, bang, bang.

It didn't work, could it be that I guessed wrong?

I changed the rhythm and strength, and tried twice in a row but it didn't work. Zhen Fan was basically sure that he was wrong.

In the end, Zhen Fan, who did not give up, got out of bed and put on his shoes and walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked three times at will.

%￥#@！ ~##￥%%……&**（）……。

Zhen Fan, who was originally hopeless, unexpectedly had a chaotic radio wave sound in his mind again.

Bang, bang, bang.

I hurriedly knocked three more times, and sure enough, the sound in my ears was gone.

"Triple thump is indeed a switch signal, but why is it only the sound of this door that works?"

Unable to let go, Zhen Fan began to look for everything in the room that could knock and make a knocking sound similar to a knock, and tested them one by one. As a result, there was a knock on everything in the room, and only the sound of the door could control the sound in the ears. Moreover, not the whole door is fine, only the middle position is upper, about the size of two palms.

Standing in front of the door and thinking about it, Zhen Fan made a decision. You have to remove the piece of wood that can control the electromagnetic wave switch in your ears with a sound that can be struck, so that you can find a way to detect what kind of wood it is and where it comes from. It's also easy to do, so that you know what time you will come across the same wood.

It's not that he didn't think about replacing the entire door, but in the end, because of the money, Zhen Fan decided to do it himself, first cut off the small piece of wood, and then find a way to find a template of the same size and nail it. If the landlord sees it and feels dissatisfied, talk about it.

One night, Zhen Fan didn't do anything else, he found a kitchen knife, a screwdriver, half smashed and half pried, and had to ensure that he couldn't make a big noise, so as not to affect the rest of his neighbors. So, it was almost dawn that it was finally done.

After the morning exercise, I no longer went to the hospital to see the doctor, but wrapped two palm-sized wooden boards only 15 mm thick with an old newspaper, and searched all over the city for furniture stores, furniture factories, and even old doors and windows markets, but I didn't get the slightest information about what kind of wood the wooden board in my hand was.

"How is this possible, how can no one know it?"

In the end, Zhen Fan thought of the antique shop. Since you don't know who makes furniture, will this wooden board in your hand be an antique? In other words, is it from a tree species that once existed, but has long since disappeared?

I walked through three antique shops in succession, and finally met an old man in his seventies and nearly eighty years old in the third one, holding reading glasses and magnifying glasses, staring at the wooden board, and looking at it repeatedly for a full quarter of an hour before he raised his head and said to Zhen Fan:

"Little brother, can you borrow a step?"

As soon as Zhen Fan heard it, he knew that there was a door. Immediately raised his feet and walked into the counter, and followed the old man into a small room in the shop.

As soon as he sat down, the old man couldn't wait to ask:

"Little brother, where did this piece of wood come from?"

"It's on my bed. Due to the age, the whole bed is broken, not to mention the bed board. It's just that this small piece of wood is a little abnormal. And after looking through all the information, I can't find a description of this wood, so I came to ask you for advice. ”

"I really don't know if the little brother's ancestor used this wooden board as a bed board, whether he didn't notice it for a while, or if he deliberately wanted to save it in this way. Does the little brother know the value of this plank? ”

Zhen Fan shook his head.

"In this way, I, Jia Cheng, have lived to be seventy-eight years old today, and I have never made a conscience-losing deal. I'll give me this number today, can I ask my little brother to give me this plank? ”

As he spoke, the old man Jia Cheng stretched out his right hand, pinched the tips of his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, and shook it lightly in front of Zhen Fan's eyes.

Seventy, seven hundred, or seven thousand?

Because he couldn't understand it, Zhen Fan subconsciously shook his head.

"It's too little,"

It seemed to be making up his mind, and after five seconds, finally, Jia Cheng stretched out his right hand again and clenched it into a fist in front of Zhen Fan.

"Little brother, 100,000, I won't come out with one more."