Two questions, first, where did the two people who disappeared go?

I do not know.

Second, who is this old and broken walkie-talkie from?

I don't know, but when I think about it, could it be that there are still some people who have come down to this place in another unknown time period?

Who could that be? What is his purpose?

"Damn, how many people have been to this place?" I clapped my hands and began to look into the distance.

And then......

Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down from the confusion.

Sitting in front of the mountain, I began to meditate.

But after thinking about it, it turned out that there was no mystery at all.

This is a problem of directional thinking, in fact, there is no mystery in the matter itself, because sometimes the brain produces directional thinking, and always thinks that the problem is not so simple, but the more you think about it, the more complicated it becomes. Coupled with the stories that my grandfather transmitted to me about "mountains" when I was a child, my thinking became a fixed pattern.

Then put aside these complex mysteries, and the result is simple.

First:

I told myself that no one would disappear for no reason after touching a mountain, that the story of my childhood was just a lie that my grandfather had tricked me when he was young, and that the short man and the thin man had most likely gone on and far, far away, and the light was not enough to fill the area.

Second:

As for the walkie-talkie, it was probably a legacy of someone who came here many years ago, and I saw that it was covered with a layer of dust, but it happened to be a Marantz walkie-talkie, and it was an old-fashioned model.

But is that really the case? For the next while, I found that I still couldn't convince myself.

Squatting down, looking at the walkie-talkie in the place, although time and years have polished too many marks on it, the initial damage is still clearly visible, half of its body is gone, and the edges are left with uneven gaps.

"It looks like it was caused by something very powerful."

However, whatever the purpose of that person's coming here? The fact that he would throw this walkie-talkie away in this place is enough to say what happened in this place.

Raid? Or was it an accident?

So if you connect your thinking, is the shortness of contact with the thin man related to "it"?

Shaking his head, the damn directional thinking was born again, and things seemed to be back to square one in circles, everything was still unknown, it was all a mystery.

"Whoa."

The sound of rubble rolling behind me pulled me back to reality.

Looking back, I saw that in the dark heights, two flashlights were shining together.

I knew they were coming.

I can't wait any longer, even if it's dangerous, I'm going to get out of here. I finally got out of the control of those people, although the key was lost, but it was still more dangerous to be with them after all, it was some outlaws, maybe they would kill me at any time, after all, in this kind of place, no one will ever find out if a dead person is killed.

Settle down, determine the goal, and begin to formulate a "escape" route.

But where should we go? Because it's not just the pursuers behind me that I can't ignore the short and thin ones if nothing happens to them.

So what I needed was a route that avoided both the front and the back.

Looking at the two mountains in the middle of the sinkhole, there are left and right sides for people to walk on in addition to the mountain road and canyon in the middle, I don't know which way the short man and the thin man will take if they are still confirmed to be alive, but instinctively think that they should go around the mountain.

After all, there is a valley of streams in the middle of the mountain, and no one will take such a difficult road to cause trouble for themselves.

So......

So I needed to avoid them and walk through the mountains.

Of course, in order to protect myself, I walked around, picked up a thick branch, cleaned it up, and continued walking.

Towards the valley began.

At the end of the line of sight was the endless darkness and the faint flashlight of the mountain silhouette.

After more than ten minutes, I came to the entrance of the valley, a stream that flowed down from the deep highlands, which was enough to show the topography of the place.

Squatting down, I picked up the water and wiped my face, it was as cold as snow in winter.

gasped, his brain was stimulated to be unusually calm, and his whole body began to gradually recover and be full as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

It is an underground river, and only when it flows into the underground water that is not light all year round, will it be so cold.

So since there is a river, can I find my way out along the river? After all, exhaustion and hunger had begun to hit me wave after wave, and I knew that if I didn't go out, I would still die here.

While thinking, he rolled up his trouser leg again and again, and walked up the stream that was neither deep nor shallow.

There was a long staircase of the river, in which dead tree trunks and huge stones were lying upside down, all of which reflected a green light under the light of the flashlight, and when you reached out and stroked it, it was already covered with a thick layer of moss.

As far as the eye can see, this is simply a green country, and everything, including the stone walls of the valley, is the purest green.

Looking further up, the valley was covered by giant trees that grew horizontally, like the teeth of giants, and on closer inspection, there were squirrels and gibbons and other tree-dwelling creatures, clinging to the trees in the dark, their mouths screaming piercing.

I pressed my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me, this is no longer a matter of whether there are mountains or mountains, but a complete set of ecological chains has appeared under 100 meters underground, and the creatures in the ecological chain are only on the ground.

As I continued walking, I soon saw a rock wall in front of me, and the terrain of the canyon began to climb up with the mountain, so I bit my flashlight and stepped on the stream and began to climb up.

After climbing up, the river is still a river, but the distance between the two sides is wider, and it is a river beach formed by countless transparent gravel and pebbles.

As I continued along the river beach, a voice soon came.

"Zzizz"

It's the sound of electricity, a voice I'm all too familiar with, I've heard it on Scarface's walkie-talkie.

I thought to myself, could it be that those two fools chose to take the most difficult road like me?

"Damn."

But I soon discovered another problem, which was that in the valley in the distance, there was only the sound of electricity "zziz", but there was no flashlight reflected in the light.

Sunny beach, two men, why the hell turned off the lights? There was a shudder, and an extremely rotten idea came in.

"Phew." I slapped myself, turned off my flashlight, and started to move forward in the dark.

But as I kept moving forward, the sound of "ziziz" in my ears was endless, and its noise and disorder filled my heart, and it was almost maddening.

It fills the valley with a huge echo that ripples layer after layer, making people feel psychedelic when they hear it.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, it's too loud, it's definitely not a sound that can be made by a walkie-talkie, it's the sound of countless off-frequency radio stations.

The echoes were getting louder and louder, indicating that the distance was getting closer, but I soon noticed that there was a slight strange sound in the noisy screams.

This strange sound is not the disordered sound of the current, but like the voice of someone.

The sound mixed in with "Z".

And...... And I suddenly remembered. When I was studying, I also had this kind of echo when I used the computer to open the microphone with my friends, and I checked it on the Internet at that time, and said 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.

But compared to the current situation, 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 voice must have a sound source.

Thinking of this, I couldn't care so much about it, and suddenly turned on the flashlight.

As a result, the sight in front of me made my heart beat half a beat slower.

I saw that on the river beach, there were no short and thin figures, but thousands of walkie-talkies scattered there, and most of them were still in a state of waiting to receive news, so those echoes came from here.

Curious, I picked up a walkie-talkie that was still working, and found that it was still an old-fashioned Marantz walkie-talkie...... Not only the one in my hand, but all the walkie-talkies here I found to be of this model, without exception, it is like a copied file.

What's even more terrifying is that a large part of these walkie-talkies are in a broken state, as if they have been crushed by some huge species.

"Damn, something is going to happen." A terrible thought came to my head, and I subconsciously felt like I was going to get away from here.

But soon a voice came.

"Know...... Z, z, z. ”

It was the walkie-talkie in my hand, and this time I finally understood that the so-called current sound was not the interference of a magnetic field, but the echo of the first few words in a paragraph.

The word "know" that I know has become an echo of "Zizi" after countless returns.

The question is, who is talking on the other end of the intercom?

The huge question made me slowly walk back a distance with the walkie-talkie in my hand, and finally the voice that kept stopping became clear in my ears.

Here's what he said:

"I know you're there!"

Frowning, it was clear that it wasn't Scarface or a woman's voice, nor was it the voice of a short man and a thin man.

But I don't know why, this voice is familiar to me, very familiar.

"I know you're there!"

"I know you're there!"

……

The sound continued, and I squinted and listened over and over again.

Finally...... Finally I remembered.

This is my dad's voice.