Fatso? So this diary was fished out of somewhere else?

Where did that come from? I remember my grandfather said that when they returned to his room after the fat man died, they found packed luggage and detection tools, large and small.

Could it be that the old bird was one of the 12 members of the original forest farm?

So that means that the old bird also knows grandpa?

Or is it that the "mountain" under this river slope is connected to the "mountain" in the mountainous area of southern Gansu?

I started to ask myself a consistent self-questioning and answering habit in the current environment, which is a kind of analysis similar to the 5why, that is, to ask myself 5 "whys" in a row for a problem point to investigate its root cause.

But after continuous questioning, I found that the problem had reached a dead end, and all my subjective assumptions became logical traps in the premise without any clues.

This kind of logic trap will bring me some detours, patted the door of my head, and just when my second monk was confused, soon the walkie-talkie in my pocket rang.

I knew it was the first time Short and Thin had been in contact with Scarface, and that "I" was still unconscious.

In the walkie-talkie, the short man and the thin man had slowly entered the bottom of the cliff and began to march towards the mountain, while I looked at the walkie-talkie in my hand and gradually reasoned out some details.

In fact, during the period when I went through a cycle of reincarnation, I should have had at least one reincarnation in the middle of the way, because I had already heard a report from a short man through this walkie-talkie on the outside of the city wall.

And this walkie-talkie,It's very likely that Scarface and the woman are one of them.,Before I entered this reincarnation, this route may be their entrances and exits.,Then those bones in the canal are probably the two of them.,So it seems that for ten years,These guys are really dying!

"We've reached ......"

"Tell me about the situation!"

The first debriefing has begun, indicating that they are now at the bottom of the cliff.

Then the dwarf described the terrain at the bottom of the cliff, and then turned around to determine the location of the coffin hanging in the mountain, and I squinted as I listened, waiting for the right moment, but soon a strange voice came over the intercom.

"Zizizizi."

The sound was so loud that it made me feel dizzy with ringing in my ears.

"Cuo Daxi, are you doing sharp things?"

"Not me."

"It's not me, my walkie-talkie is always off."

The scene suddenly fell into a dead end.

Suddenly, Scarface said, "There are others here!" ”

"So?"

"Anyone else or not, at least there are more than two walkie-talkies in this place, and our conversations may be being monitored." Scarface analyzed.

"Someone intervened in our channel?" The woman seemed to have figured it out.

"That's right." Scarface said: "That kind of sound is 'voice self-excitation' is a self-excited reaction between the microphone and the speaker, there must be two walkie-talkies very close to each other at the same time to open the microphone to have this sound, a bit like if you go to the practice singing room, take the microphone to the stereo will have such a sound." ”

Suddenly, I also understood, when I was reading, I used the computer to open the microphone with my friends, and I also had this kind of echo, and at that time, Baidu took a look, explaining that the microphone and the speaker were relatively close.

In other words, the sound is constantly transmitted between the microphone and the speaker, and the sound signal passes through the speaker and becomes stronger and stronger in waves, and finally forms a howl similar to this.

On the other side of the intercom, after Scarface's words, the intercom fell into a long silence again.

No one spoke again, and I was holding my breath, and it was clear that it was not me who was responsible for this howling, and that I only had a walkie-talkie in my hand, which was not enough to cause this. Such a large and noisy sound, he is definitely not caused by one or two walkie-talkies, and even if there are many walkie-talkies, the appearance of this sound must have a sound source.

As Scarface said, there are at least two or more walkie-talkies in this place where people are pressing the dialogue button at the same time.

Could it be that there is a seventh or eighth person here?

I don't know, but at least they must have chosen to expose themselves for a purpose.

"Ahem!" Suddenly, there was a coughing sound over the intercom.

The voice was extremely delicate and sharp, not like Scarface or a woman's voice, nor a short man or a thin man.

It was like a declaration of war, and as I had guessed, there were seven or eighth people in the mountain besides us, and they chose to reveal their identities on their own initiative.

Silence again, long and depressing, but after dozens of minutes of silence, Scarface was the first to speak.

"Who are you?"

“……”

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes passed, and no one spoke.

Then, when I thought that the wave was gone, the first thing that jumped out was the murmur of "zizizi".

Suddenly, I was startled, pressed my ears, a little dizzy, and was about to turn off the walkie-talkie to end this boring farce, but at that moment another voice sounded.

Yes, it was a voice, and that voice came out of the walkie-talkie, interspersed with sharp rhythms.

It was weak and gloomy, and even dragged on a long note, as hoarse as sandpaper grinding over the table.

Is it a woman?

She said, "Save ...... Save me. ”

These three words alone suddenly made me sweat all over my body.

I'm not sure if anyone else heard the small voice, but I could certainly hear it clearly, it was a woman's voice.

"Help Me ......"

"Help Me"

The voice continued to grow smaller and smaller, more and more poignant.

I shuddered, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver in my heart.

Is this still a fucking human voice?