The pre-dawn primeval forest, like a dark shadow shrouded in the wings of death, was so quiet that even a pin could be heard on the ground. I sat in the treetops and listened to it several times, and there was absolutely no mistake, over and over and over again.

Even the fat man under the tree heard this strange signal of "tick-tick" and kept looking up at the tree with his neck tilted.

We didn't dare to act rashly for a while, but turned on the wolf's eye flashlight to shine on the place where the sound was made, but the light pillar of the wolf's eye flashlight was obscured by dense plants, and the more we looked at it, the more terrible we felt, and even some strangely shaped old bark looked like hideous corpses in the dark.

I whispered to Shirley Yang beside me: "Could it be that an American pilot fell into a tree hole, and the distress waves sent when he was dying are still ghostly echoing around this big tree?" ”

Shirley Yang shook his head and said: "No, when I went into the wreckage of the cabin to search just now, I looked at every place carefully, not only did there be no bones of the crew members, but also no umbrella bags, so I judged that they all parachuted to escape before the crash." And the nose of the plane hit the mountain, it was completely destroyed, and then this section of the cabin fell into the canopy, how could the signal sound come from the trunk? ”

I said to Shirley Yang: "Before you shot that eagle owl just now, the string of signals meant SOS, and it suddenly became dead, is there any connection between this?" In addition to the U.S. Air Force flying this C-type transport plane, who knows Morse communication code in the deep mountains and mountains? ”

Shirley Yang has told me more than once that when a person dies, he will go to heaven, and that is the end of his life's journey, so from this point of view, Shirley Yang believes that people have a soul and exist in it. Shirley Young said to me: "The SOS distress code I heard at the beginning may have been misheard, or maybe it was sent by the eagle owl pecking at the tree lizard in the cabin, so it looked messy and incoherent." And now you can hear this signal, it's completely different from that one, the length is very regular, and it's repeated so many times, and there is no error......"

Having heard it with my own ears and being so real, I have to believe in the authenticity of the legend of "Ghost Signal". I said to Shirley Young: "Although the signal sound is very regular, it is not like the mechanical sound that can emit the signal, it is a bit like the sound of water droplets, but it is much more dull than it, maybe we guessed it, there are dead people in the trunk ......."

Shirley Yang said: "Some scientists have done that the human soul has weak radio waves, even such a weak energy, it is possible to preserve it for a long time in a specific environment or magnetic field, but now the most important thing is, what kind of intention is this death code conveying, is it a warning to us, or a threat? ”

Judging from my experience, when encountering such a situation, if you choose to escape, it is never a good choice, and if you are always suspicious, it will cause a situation where all the grass and trees are soldiers, so that your mentality is disturbed, and it is easier to have an accident. At this time, only by having the courage to find out its root cause and find out the truth can you make yourself feel at ease. The sky is about to dawn, the night is about to pass, and there is nothing to fear as soon as it dawns.

So I stood up with the branch and said to Shirley Young, "It's useless for us to guess, we might as well go over and find out if it's some kind of ghost haunting, and then pay attention to it." ”

Shirley Young nodded in agreement, and handed me a new magazine for his Chicago typewriter. The submachine gun was too heavy for her to use, so we both adjusted the focus of the spotlights on our hiking helmets and reinforced.

I pulled out the magazine of the submachine gun, looked at the bullets inside, and knocked the magazine on the helmet twice. This gun has a notoriously high failure rate, and it is important to compact the bullets in the magazine to avoid jamming at critical moments. Fu inserted the gun again, pulled the bolt to load the bullet, waved his hand to Shirley Yang, and the two of them climbed the branch on the old tree in two directions, left and right, looking for the source of the "ghost signal" sound, and came to the place where the wreckage of the transport plane met the canopy.

The closer you got, the clearer the ticking sound, and the more you hear it, the less it feels like an electronic sound, and after a careful search next to the wreckage of the cabin, the spotlight column on the mountaineering helmet finally converges on a tree trunk.

In order to prevent accidents, Shirley Young was in front, and I was in charge of covering half a meter behind her. Shirley Young took advantage of the light of the spotlight to take a closer look at the trunk of the tree that was emitting the signal, and then turned back to me and gestured to me, and I could be sure that the sound was coming from here, and the ticking was unusual.

I aimed the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun at the target, so as not to get another eagle owl or something out of it and hurt people, the Chicago typewriter 11:4mm was not a vegetarian, and the rate of fire of the rainstorm would smash any jungle beast to pieces.

Shirley Yang saw that I was ready, so he took out the paratrooper knife in his hand, aimed at the trunk covered with plants, slowly cut it, and cut off the thick green moss vines layer by layer with the paratrooper knife. The hole was only the size of two fists, and over the years, the entrance had been completely sealed by the parasitic plants.

Shirley Young carefully inserted the tip of the paratrooper knife into the deepest part of the moss, and the touch from the tip of the knife was like touching a hard object.

Shirley Yang and I looked at each other, both full of questions, we didn't expect that there would be such a small tree hole here, and even if there was a tree hole that could make noise for people or animals and other creatures in it, it should not be just a small hole. I don't know how many such small tree holes there are in this old couple's banyan tree, they are all a paradise for small animals, and it seems that none of them can be formed in a short time.

Suddenly, the trunk behind him shook, and it turned out that the fat man climbed up for the second time, and this time he didn't need me to remind him anymore, and directly hung the safety bolt on his body first.

I was about to ask him why he didn't stand guard under the tree and what he was doing, but I saw him look panicked. There are not many things in this world that can make the fat man afraid, but I heard the fat man trembling and saying to me: "Old Hu, what the fuck am I...... Eighty percent of this forest is haunted, I have to be with you, I was scared to death just now. ”

I didn't look like he was joking, and it didn't involve money, and it would make him nervous unless it was a direct threat to his life. I hurriedly asked the fat man what was wrong, if he had seen something.

The fat man froze and said, "Just now I was under the tree, and I raised my head to see the two of you climbing around the tree, but it was too dark this day, and after watching it for a long time, I saw the spotlight on your helmet, and I couldn't see it clearly. I was tired of seeing it, so I was going to smoke a cigarette to relieve my fatigue, and suddenly I heard a woman crying around me, crying so badly, but I was so scared to death that the cigarette butt was reversed, and I almost burned my tongue. There are definitely female ghosts, listen to you...... Not again. ”

Shirley Yang was using a paratrooper knife to pick up the rotting plants in the tree hole piece by piece, and just before he could see what the hard thing was underneath, he heard the fat man say that there was a female ghost crying nearby, so he stopped what he was doing, and with me he pricked up his ears to listen to the movements around him.

We had been only paying attention to the "ghost signal", and when we calmed down and listened, there were indeed whimpering sounds all around. There was no wind behind the mountain, so it could not be the sound of the wind, the sound was miserable and unusual, and it was erratic, and it was even more hairy in the darkness.

I immediately lined up in a T-shape with Fat Man and Shirley Yang in the canopy, I held a Thompson submachine gun, Fat Man used a "Jianwei" air rifle, and Shirley Yang held a 64 pistol, so that the angle of defense of each person was reduced to 120 degrees, forming a defensive support for each other.

The mournful cry circled around us twice, and suddenly split into three streams, quickly covering us from mid-air. This time, I could tell that it wasn't a female ghost, it was a night owl howling, it was the same kind of damned eagle owl, but this time it wasn't one or two. Listening to this cry, no one is small, presumably they are coming to us for revenge, although we have guns and bullets in our hands, but it is really a bit of a loss to deal with these ghosts that haunt the night sky in the dark.

At this moment, Shirley Yang didn't care about saving flares, so he took out a flare gun from his carrying bag, and with a tom sound, the flare rose from the top of the big tree, and the white light hung on the forest for a long time, and the surroundings were as bright as snow.

We were also swayed by the strong white light of the flares, and we were about to endure the dazzling white light to search for a target to shoot, but we heard that the forest suddenly became dead silent, except for the sound of our heartbeats and breathing, all the sounds were gone.

The eagle owls that suddenly attacked were frightened by the light of the flares, and disappeared into the darkness in the distance, and disappeared without a trace, and the group of "ghost signals" that made the scalp tingle also disappeared, and no longer heard the slightest movement, not even the sound of all kinds of birds and birds that should be in the morning, and all the animals seemed to be dead.

Before I could be surprised, almost at the same time as the sounds disappeared, the clouds on the horizon were towering, and a ray of morning light pierced the gaps in the clouds, spilling the first rays of morning light into this strange jungle.

It seems that at dawn, the ghosts and spirits in the valley and jungle all fled back to their nests to hide in order to avoid the sun.

We thought of the hole in the tree, and we all looked back, and saw a green hole in the trunk under the C-shaped transport plane, and a deep red smooth stone, which was glowing faintly in the morning light.

Before I could understand what was going on, the treetops snapped off beneath my feet. It turns out that this horizontal thick banyan branch, bearing most of the weight of the C-type transport plane, we just in order to prepare to meet the incoming eagle owl, gathered together in an emergency, this is a taboo in the tree activities, especially a fat man, the old banyan tree body can not bear the strength, can no longer support, most of the top of the tree trunk, split in half, the old tree body completely broken.

Fortunately, our safety ropes are fixed on the trunk of the old banyan tree, although we hit the tree, and simply did not fall directly to the ground, today this safety rope has saved us no less than three times. The C-type transport plane overhead, due to the loss of the main branch of the load-bearing, slid directly under the tree more than 20 meters high, making a huge and tragic sound.

When we looked up, we could see that the old tree had cracked the inside of the tree, and we couldn't help but be stunned at this look, and after a while, the fat man said, "What is this?" It seems to be worth a lot of money...... I think this time...... We're really ...... It's posted. ”

At this moment, the familiar and unfamiliar signal suddenly came out of the split tree again......