Since I left the army, I often had nightmares, or I had insomnia all night, and after starting an antique business in Beijing, I had spiritual sustenance, and then I slowly got better.

I don't know how long it took, but I was suddenly gently pushed awake.

Although I was sleepy, I felt a little uneasy in my heart, and I woke up immediately after being pushed by someone. By this time the heavy clouds in the sky had lifted, and the cold moonlight was pouring down, and the person who woke me up was Shirley Yang. When Shirley Young saw me open his eyes, he immediately put his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture to signal me not to speak loudly.

I looked around, and the fat man was still sleeping like a dead pig in his sleeping bag, and I didn't know when I had a thin blanket on me. At this time, my brain had just woken up from a deep sleep, and it was a little difficult to use, but then I realized that there was a situation.

I saw that Shirley Yang had already held the 64-style pistol in his hand, pointed to the two entangled husband and wife trees with his other hand, and then pointed to his own ear, so that I could listen carefully to the sound in the tree.

I immediately turned over and sat up, and listened, though I did not have the windiness of a partridge whistle's dog vigil, but in the silence of the forest, so close to the tree, I could clearly hear the sound of a slow tapping from within the tree.

It was not loud, but it looked very strange in the night, completely out of rhythm, what was it that came from? It was definitely not a woodpecker, and the sound was coming from the trunk of the tree above, could there be something in the tree?

I can't help but be a little nervous when I think of this, legend has it that there are accompanying tombs and burial pits around the tomb of King Xian, and there are figurines hanging upside down as "hesitation", God knows what evil things are still in this old forest.

I didn't dare to say anything, and slowly pulled the bolt of the "Jianwei" rifle back, and hung the carrying bag on my body. In the carrying bag were the hooves of a black donkey that had suppressed the corpse, as well as the ropes that tied the corpse, glutinous rice, and other things, no matter what the situation, if there were these things, you could fight with it.

At this moment, the dull percussion sound sounded again, like a drop of water, and like a finger tapping an iron plate, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I looked towards the source of the sound, and my vision was obscured by the branches and leaves of the trees, and I couldn't see the situation clearly, and the moonlight flickered between the branches, which made it even more ghostly.

Shirley Yang whispered in my ear, "You fell asleep just now, and I heard this sound when I calmed down, as if there was someone in the tree......"

I also whispered, "People?" How can you be sure you're not an animal? ”

Shirley Young said: "This sound is small and weird, and there is no rule, I thought it was sent by an animal at first, but just listened carefully, I heard a small signal of Morse communication code, but this signal only appeared once, and then it began to become irregular, maybe because the signal sound is relatively small, I most likely missed a part." ”

I was confused, but the uneasiness in my heart intensified, and I whispered to Shirley Young, "Morse yards? Is that the international code that only has two long and short signals? What are you hearing? ”

Shirley Yang said: "Three short, three long and three short, that is, tick-tick, translated into the internationally used distress signal ———SOS." ”

I said to Shirley Young, "Don't scare yourself, although this Morse code is the most popular in the world, it is a cipher code in English. In addition to the blind man and others in the Republic of China, there were a few stone quarrying workers who came, and they only walked through the cave out of curiosity, came in and walked around the edge of the forest and went back. The locals are very superstitious and do not dare to come to the forest behind the mountain because they are afraid of bumping into ghosts...... Ghost. ”

When I said the last word, I didn't feel very lucky, so I hurriedly took a sip, and said silently in my heart: "There are no taboos." ”

Shirley Young waved his hand at me, told me not to speak, and listened carefully, and the voice came out of the tree again, and this time it was true, short and long, and really three short and three long, short and hurried, long and heavy.

At this time, Shirley Yang had already taken the wolf eye out of the bag: "I'll go to the tree and take a look." ”

I grabbed her and said, "I can't go, you see the moonlight in the sky is red, the demon fog in the forest is getting thicker, there must be dead people in the trees, this sound is the legendary ghost signal." ”

Shirley Young asked, "What is a ghost signal?" How come I've never heard of it? ”

I said to Shirley Yang: "You don't know, there has always been this kind of legend in the army, some troops stationed in remote mountainous areas, often receive inexplicable signals on the radio, these signals are intermittent, there are calls for help, there are warnings, in short, the content is strange. When the troops receive such radio waves, they will think that there are victims asking for help, and most of them will send people to search for the source of the radio signals, but the people who go will never come back, as if the world has evaporated, and those ghostly signals will disappear immediately, so this is the legendary soul hooking signal. ”

Shirley Yang had already put his mountaineering helmet on his head and said to me, "How can this kind of rumor be accurate? This has entered the scope of the tomb of the king, so any unusual situation may be related to the tomb of the king, and we must find out. Besides, if there is really a trapped person calling for help, you can't see death without help. ”

After Shirley Yang finished speaking, he used a pickaxe to hang on to the thick vines on the trunk of the tree, and climbed up, very briskly, and climbed halfway up in a few clicks. These two entangled husband and wife trees are about 20 meters high, and the canopy with a diameter of more than 100 meters covers the moonlight, and the branches and leaves on the trees are too dense, and the height can be seen at most within ten meters with a wolf's eye flashlight under the tree.

Our searchlights have been destroyed, and the most powerful lighting now is to fire flares from flare guns, and this place has not yet entered the Worm Valley, and there will be no more supplies on the way, so we can't use it to the fullest. I saw Shirley Yang climbing higher and higher up the tree, and I was very worried about her safety, so I hurriedly woke up the fat man in the sleeping bag, let the fat man answer under the tree, and then also put on a mountaineering helmet, turned on the tactical spotlight overhead, grabbed the vine, and followed the climb up the tree.

The fat man had just been woken up by me, and before he could figure out the situation, he kept asking me what was going on under the tree with his "sword power". As soon as I had climbed a third of the height, I saw the fat man spinning around with his gun like a headless fly under the tree, so I hung a pickaxe in the crack of the tree, stopped and bowed my head to the fat man, and said, "Don't put the muzzle of the gun up, beware of the fire that will break me." There seems to be something in this tree, let's climb up and see what's going on, you are on guard down there, don't be careless. ”

At this time, Shirley Yang, who had climbed to the height of the old banyan tree, suddenly shouted: "There is half of the wreckage of the plane inserted on the top of the tree, it seems to be a plane of the US Air Force." ”

When I heard her words, I hurriedly used my hands and feet to find the light on the Hirkien Young's hiking helmet and climbed up, and saw Shirley Poplar in the middle of the canopy, touching a dark object with my hand, I was far away, and I couldn't tell if it was a plant or the wreckage of an airplane.

I climbed to Shirley Young's side, and then I could see clearly, in the quiet moonlight, there was a huge plane cabin upside down between two trees, the wings and tail were gone, and the fuselage was broken with several large holes, and the holes were so stuffed that I couldn't see what was going on inside. The hatch had detached from the fuselage, completely deformed, and was mottled with rust everywhere, covered in thick moss and vines, almost one with the trunk of the tree, and the landing gear jammed in the cracks of the tree.

I turned my head to look at the tall and vast Shalong Mountain at the other end, and thought to myself that the plane had crashed into the mountain and shattered into several pieces, and this section of the cabin had just fallen to the canopy of the tree. With such a big impact, the nearby trees can withstand these two rare giant husband and wife trees.

Shirley Young pointed to a large patch of green mud covering the fuselage scraped with a paratrooper knife for me to see, where a string of numbers C5X-R1XXX-XX2 (X is a vague and illegible letter), I didn't understand the rules of the U.S. Air Force, so I asked Shirley Young: "U.S. Air Force bombers?" The Flying Tigers who aided China during the Anti-Japanese War? ”

Shirley Yang said: "I haven't found the logo of the Flying Tigers on the fuselage, it should be the wreckage of a U.S. Air Force C-type transport plane, which may have taken off from the base in Kolkata, India, during World War II to deliver supplies to the Chinese Expeditionary Force fighting in Myitkyina, Myanmar." If it is a Flying Tigers supporting the Chinese theater of operations, there should be a blue sky and white sun mark on the fuselage. ”

I nodded and said, "This is not far from Myanmar, and according to the news, the wreckage of dozens of US military transport planes has been found in the area of the Nujiang Grand Canyon and the Gaoligong Mountain, which is very close to here. In the three years from 1942 to 1945, no less than six or seven hundred US planes crashed in southwest China on the Sino-Burmese border and on the later Hump route, and unexpectedly one crashed here. ”

The fat man waited anxiously under the tree, and shouted, "Old Hu, what are you two doing in the tree?" And let me stand guard for the two of you underneath, what the hell is on the tree? ”

I broke a branch and threw it at the fat man under the tree from above: "What are you shouting about, we found a US military transport plane in the tree, and when I understand the investigation, we will go down......

At this time, I suddenly remembered the knocking sound of the distress signal from the tree just now, and looked at the wreckage of the transport plane, how could anyone still survive the collision like this, what was the signal? Could it be the ghost of the crew pilot, the ghost is still calling for help......

At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly obscured the moon, and the trees immediately darkened, and I held my breath, gestured to Shirley Young, and put my ear to the cabin with her, to see if there was still that strange Morse code distress signal inside.

It doesn't matter what I heard, as soon as I put my ear to the cabin, I listened to the three rapid tapping sounds of "dangdang" inside. I was taken aback by the suddenness of the sound, and if it hadn't been for the fact that my left hand was firmly attached to the pickaxe, I would have almost tumbled off the canopy of the tree.

We didn't dare to make much noise from beginning to end, except for me shouting two words to the fat man under the tree, we all whispered, and from the beginning of the tree, we didn't hear the "ghost signal" again, and then the sound suddenly came out of the cabin, because it was too close, the sound was extremely clear, how could it not be frightening.

Shirley Yang and I glanced at each other, and saw that she was also full of doubt: "What the hell, could it be that there is really something in it?" I just saw a broken iron plate on the top of the cabin, let's open it and see what's going on inside. ”

Shirley Yang was not afraid, and I naturally couldn't express my fear, so I nodded in agreement: "Okay, if there are still the bones of the American pilots inside, let's try to bury them temporarily, and then bring the identity card back, and the rest is to notify the American consulate and let them come and retrieve the bones." The Americans do not pay attention to burying loyal bones everywhere in Qingshan, and they will definitely cover them with the national flag and take them back to their hometowns. ”

Shirley Young said: "That's what I'm going to do, let's do it, in case there's a ...... in the cabin If there is something, I will use the hooves of the black donkey that touched Captain Kim. ”

I pretended to be calm and smiled: "We don't have to be afraid of anything, this is a military transport plane, maybe there are military supplies in it, preferably explosives and the like, the bucket of the king may come in handy." ”

I spotted a branch where I could settle down, and I put a pid in the crevice of the tree that was fixed by tension, and then used a rope to secure myself and the pig, and used a pickaxe to pry the rotten iron plate on the roof of the cabin.

Shirley Young used a paratrooper knife to cut the vines of the plant wrapped around the iron plate, and assisted me in opening the iron plate. Due to the interval of more than 40 years, the plane was destroyed and relatively severe, and it was squeezed by the growing old banyan tree, and this iron plate was pried by me, only half of it fell, and the other half was stuck, and it was difficult to exert all its strength on the tree, and it was impossible to pry it anymore.

I was lying in the hole in the cabin, trying to see what was sending the signal non-stop, while Shirley Young took cover beside me with a 64 pistol and a black donkey's hooves. The tactical spotlight of the mountaineering helmet is far more useful in the jungle at night than in a hole in the ground where the fingers are missing, and it is enough to see what is going on in the cabin.

My heart was also hanging in my throat, and I slowly leaned my head over, and then the forest was unusually quiet, and the sound of "Teng Teng" in the cabin came one after another, and every sound, my heart was hanging high.

The beam of light from the headlamp shot into the dark cabin, and the first thing I saw was a pilot's helmet, as if the pilot's bones were just hanging under the iron plate that I had pried open, but he lowered his head, probably because his cervical spine was broken when the plane crashed, and his head hung on his chest. The deformation of the body is relatively strict, and the gap is narrow, and I can't see the quality of the corpse under the helmet for a while, but it is certain that the angle of the head and body is impossible for a living person to make.

When he was about to reach out and lift the helmet, who would have thought that the pilot's helmet, which was originally hanging low, suddenly moved lightly twice, as if he wanted to lift his head hard. Every time he moved, there was a sound of striking the iron sheet.

I was already sweating all over my body at the moment, and secretly screamed: "Bitter." "This time I definitely ran into a zombie, what I was most afraid of hearing when I was a child was the story of the zombie knocking on the coffin board in the coffin, and I really ran into it today, but I don't know if the black donkey hooves that Captain Jin has used to restrain zombies since ancient times will work.

I took the plunge and used my pickaxe to peel off the broken pilot's helmet, and with my other hand I raised the black donkey's hooves and stuffed it over, but a golden gland suddenly shot out from under the helmet......