Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Talk......

I got goosebumps on my body.

This man spoke very slowly, and I couldn't understand a single word of what he said!

There is another reason why I am scared - I wrote a story called "The Security Guard of Building J", and the protagonist of that story received a phone call from the other party who said the same strange thing!

It's not a foreign dialect, it's not a Chinese dialect – what is that?

Bai Xinxin almost escaped.

The man's voice was gone, and so was the sound of electricity.

Bai Xinxin stopped at the door of the tent, turned around in horror, and asked me, "He said, what did he say?" ”

I shook my head.

Neither of us spoke, nervously waiting for the metal object to sound again.

It seems to be dead.

After a long time, I said, "Could it be a black box?" ”

Bai Xinxin said: "Talking nonsense with your eyes open, it's obviously orange!" ”

I ignored him.

The black box is the tape recorder that records what the pilot said before the plane crashed. Actually, the black box is not black, but rather a striking orange color, which is to make it easier to find. It is impact-resistant, fire-resistant, corrosion-resistant, and even if it is burned by fire for half an hour, the temperature reaches 1100°C, and the internal tape will not be burned out. Immersed in water for 36 hours, the internal tape will not get wet. If it falls into the sea, within a month, it can rely on its own battery to send out ultrasonic positioning signals for searchers to salvage ......

I would love it to be a black box.

If it is, then the falling flying object is an airplane, and searchers will find us through its positioning......

But is it?

After more than half an hour, suddenly there was another electric sound, and my nerves immediately tensed, and then, I heard the man's voice again!

He said, "No, no, no...... Eun Huang slapped...... Dead Cellar Bones Hide and Deceive ......"

I spoke into the black box, and I don't know if he could hear it: "Who are you?" ”

He said, "No, no, no...... Solid bottom...... Selling embarrassment ...... Su Lai Island Cooking...... Corner rammer stealing scrap ...... Horn rammer steals decay...... Alas...... Stuffed girl shaved dizzy? ……”

I found that he always started with the same pronunciation of "No Qi Baa No Qi", which is a bit similar to the Korean word for always adding "Smecta at the end".

I asked word by word, "You, yes, who?" ……… You, are, where, in, people? …… Can you, listen, understand, I, of, speak? ………”

He continued to talk about his, as if in a dream, as if he were talking to himself: "No gas plus no anger...... Kasang...... The dart is baating, tearing the lungs, and coughing...... No, it's ......."

There was a pause in the middle of each of his sentences, as long as a sentence. It seems that the voice is transmitted too slowly, or that he reacts too slowly (similar to a hemiplegic patient). His pronunciation overlapped mine, which meant that he couldn't seem to hear me, and we each spoke our own words.

Then, the black box turned mute again.

It's just a mouth, we can't open or close it, it can say what it wants, and shut up if it doesn't want to.

We can only passively wait.

Bai Xinxin sat down next to me and said, "It's pure nonsense!" I'll smash it open with a hammer and see what's inside! ”

I said, "Don't destroy it, maybe it's trying to tell us something." ”

Bai Xinxin said: "Can you understand? ”

I said, "Take your time." ”

Bai Xinxin suddenly said, "I don't want it." ”

I said, "What? ”

Bai Xinxin pointed to the black box and said, "I don't want this thing, give it to you." ”

I said, "Thank you." ”

After another half hour, it rang again.

The man spoke again: "No, no, no...... Oligo-stuffed ...... Extinguishing the Tibetan ...... Punish the second to dissect the addiction, Nan Zhai wake up Cen ah......"

I simply stopped talking, held my breath and listened with my ears wide open – I wanted to catch other sounds, even if it was a little bit, like someone next to him talking (even if it was Hokkien or Indian), like music (even if it was an erhu solo "River Water" or Lady gaga's "B.").

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Eyes), such as the sound of a car or a donkey, such as the clattering of pots and pans, such as the sound of stealthily laughing, such as the sound of a toilet flushing......

There was no murmur, a strange sound that seemed to come from a dark, damp, dead tomb.

Moreover, I tried to distinguish each syllable of him, like panning for gold in the sand, hoping to find out a little bit of the message from his words that could be communicated.

No.

There wasn't a single word I could understand.

I don't think he's talking nonsense, it's definitely an independent language family, and although his speed is exaggeratedly slow, he doesn't hesitate to speak, his pronunciation is firm, and I can feel that his attention is not on his mouth, that is, on how to speak; And in what he wants to express, that is, what to say.

He had been speaking slowly, sometimes as if he had moved his feelings, and sighed deeply. It was like that of a homeless man, who was talking about his horror, about the dampness around him, about his despair of not being able to return home......

As he spoke, the black box fell silent again.

Bai Xinxin and I sat blankly and didn't speak.

It was already the middle of the night.

I said, "Go and stand guard." ”

He looked at me with some shame and whispered, "I'm scared......"

I said, "Look at your point! Then you sleep, and I'll go for you. ”

As I spoke, I stood up, and he suddenly said, "Boss Zhou, don't go!" ”

I looked back at him and asked, "What's wrong again?" ”

He looked at the black box and said, "I'm afraid he'll talk ......."

I bent down, put my face in his face, looked at him, and said, "You asked me to stand guard with this 10-kilogram thing?" ”

Bai Xinxin said: "You...... You bury it, right? ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "I'll take it out, this is going down, right?" ”

The hero who once fought the black beetle nodded and said, "Hmm! ”

I picked up the black box, walked out of the tent, and climbed up the high slope behind the tent, and as soon as I put it down, it suddenly made a "squeak-la-la" electric sound, and the man's voice sounded again: "No, no, no...... Baa Arc Pong ...... The tile pinched and buried the turtle...... Chisel and poke the Buddha ......"

I sat down and continued listening.

As he spoke, he burst out laughing.

He laughed in the dark desert!

The hairs on my body stood on end at once - it wasn't in his character!

Laughing and laughing, he seemed to feel impolite, and held back his laughter, regaining that sentimental tone again, and speaking slowly.

I felt that he was not amused by what he said, but he couldn't hold it back, and that laughter contained mockery of language, contempt for cowardice, and unbearable for stupidity.

The black box was dead dead again.

However, his laughter did not go away, it stung my self-esteem.

The camp was silent, and I vaguely heard Bai Xinxin's snoring.

About half an hour later, the black box next to me rang again, and then the man spoke: "Whee, no...... Baa Arc Pong ...... The tile pinched and buried the turtle...... Chisel and poke the Buddha ...... Baa Hall ...... Slap Climb ...... Baa hall squeezed lungs ......"

Anyway, he didn't say anything, and I didn't care what he said, and listened while watching the camp.

He seemed to be able to see my demeanor, and as he spoke, he suddenly stopped talking.

The only thing left in the black box was the sound of electricity: "Squeak...... Squeak...... Squeak......"

After a few minutes, his voice sounded again: "Piggyback......"

Then, the black box "clicked" and died again, not giving me a chance to ask a question at all.

In the end, he seemed to say - piggyback!

Piggyback?

What's the point?

Who to help?

To whom?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

I picked it up, shook it vigorously, and whispered, "Be clear!" ”

It doesn't do anything happen.

I'm starting to wonder again, is he talking about "piggybacking"? Maybe it's just a pronunciation coincidence......

I kept watch until dawn, and the black box never made a sound again.

On this day, the sun did not show its head, the sky was dusk and windy.

I hope it's often this kind of weather, at least not to die of heat.

When everyone got up, I told everyone about the black box.

Meng Xiaoshuai said: "No wonder I dreamed last night......"

I said, "What did you dream about?" ”

Meng Xiaoshuai said: "I dreamed that he came back from the outside of the ship, just like the time when he was swept away by a sandstorm, he walked towards us on the desert, his face was full of sand, but he smiled. He said, with me, don't worry, I got the FM converter, and I will be able to contact the outside world immediately...... I forgot that he was dead, sat next to him and watched him tinker with the radio...... I may have heard the sound of electricity from your black box. ”

Several people were talking nonsense, and Zhang Hui was silent.

When everyone stopped talking, Zhang Hui called me aside and whispered, "Let's go to the ancient tomb today." ”

I said, "Hit?" ”

Zhang Hui said: "There is only this road left. I just looked at it, we only have 4 packs of biscuits left, and if we don't do it, let alone rob it, we don't even have the strength to go to the tomb. ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Are you sure?" ”

Zhang Hui said: "I'm not sure. ”

I said, "Let's talk about it, if we get into a fight, what are we going to do?" ”

Zhang Hui said: "It's not just in case of fighting, but definitely fighting." ”

I said, "Okay, how many people are we going to go?" ”

Zhang Hui said: "Leave the two girls in the camp, and the men go." ”

I said, "What if they come from underground, or take a detour, and end our camp?" ”

Zhang Hui said: "It's unlikely. If they go with us, it will be more dangerous. ”

I said, "There are 4 of us, 6 of them ......"

Zhang Hui said: "Don't talk nonsense with them, as long as they show up, you will drive and hit them directly." The car is our tank. I followed the car, they must have been running around, and I solved them one by one with a nail gun. Don't expect Bai Xinxin and Wu Min, Bai Xinxin's guy is as timid as a mouse, and it will be good if he doesn't pee his pants when the time comes. Wu Min is like a sick seedling, and he can't stand steadily. I gave them two sapper shovels to hold and let them shout loudly, just like the ancient war drums, which frighten people. ”

I said, "Okay! ”

When we arrived at the tomb, we found that the tomb was silent, and there was no trace of a humanoid.

We were on the sand in front of the ancient tomb, and we saw someone stepping on a big word "wind". The shoe print is about 35 yards, and there is no doubt that it was stepped on by the monsoon.

Why did she step on the word "wind"?

Idle and bored?

Zhang Hui was about to rush in with a nail gun, but I grabbed him.

I stared at the entrance to the black hole in the tomb, which, as I mentioned earlier, was shaped like a wind frame.

I whispered, "Monsoon is telling us that this tomb is a trap!" ”