It seems that there is an "iron law" about erosion, that is, all people who are eroded will start to go crazy and become crazy in the eyes of normal people.

However, there was once a book about a sick man crouching in a corner, thinking of himself as a mushroom.

From the perspective of the mentally ill themselves, they are normal.

The so-called abnormality is only from the perspective of these "normal people".

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At this time, the sound of the walkie-talkie obviously stimulated Jiang Shan, and the frightened, paragraph by paragraph voice, "Return...... Back ~ Answer Zizi Zi Zi ~ Answer ......"

There was even a grit hee hee squeak and squeak and the sound of the radio waves even resembled a twisted shrill laugh.

Jiang Shan felt absurd and picked up the walkie-talkie, who was inside, and asked her to answer? What answer?

Jiang Shan trembled and wanted to turn off the walkie-talkie, but it wasn't until Jiang Shan found that the call indicator on the walkie-talkie was not lit at all. The walkie-talkie is not on the phone at all, and there is no signal, but it is constantly emitting sound waves.

"Zizizi~~~ Answer me!"

The roar that was pulled and deformed by the sound waves, as if it was a monster, Jiang Shan's hands were trembling constantly, and now the walkie-talkie didn't listen to her, she even had an urge to crush it!

The face in the mirror, as if mocking her.

The walkie-talkie doesn't light up, is it really someone talking, or is it ...... Just your own voice in your head? Show your crazy voice hahahahahaha

Jiang Sun screamed, and she held up the walkie-talkie high, wanting to smash it.

And just when Jiang Shan was about to take action, "Inside~Inside~ Zizizi, is there anyone?" ”

This voice, Jiang Shan is a little familiar. At the last moment, Jiang Shan seemed to be pulled by a trace of reason.

"Who? Who the hell is it? ”

Jiang Shan's raised hand slowly put it down, she stared at the walkie-talkie, trembling and turned on the whole channel, "No matter who it is, tell me." ”

Zhang Zheng, Zhao Ying, Gao Wenwu, Wei Yuan, no matter who it was, answered her.

Jiang Shan didn't know how to fiddle with the walkie-talkie, so he could only drag the antenna and shake the fuselage, and the voice inside seemed to come from a very distant place: "...... Yes, no one ......."

"Go back, answer me."

"Back to ......"

It seems to be repeating these two sentences, and there is no one in it to answer me.

But no matter what Jiang Shan answered, the other side still repeatedly asked these two sentences. There is no way to communicate.

Jiang Shan pinched the walkie-talkie, and in the mirror, she was sluggish, pale, lifeless, and even a little stupid, and would only lift and put down the walkie-talkie stiffly and repeatedly.

This kind of Jiang Shan makes people feel that he has become a puppeteer, giving up struggle and hope, holding the walkie-talkie a little nervously, as if he was stunned by the voice inside.

"Who the hell is it, and why don't you answer?"

The voice inside seemed to change from the torn current to gradually become clear, and it was already clearly audible that it was a female voice: "Is there anyone inside?" ”

Jiang Shan replied decisively: "Someone." ”

There was another hissing on the intercom: "Inside, is there anyone?" ”

Jiang Shandu has already replied tired, is there anyone, is there someone, is there someone, there is someone, she has been talking about someone, but this is like a repeater and keeps repeating.

The voice was a little clearer: "Reply, answer me." ”

Jiang Shan was going crazy, her face in the mirror was constantly distorted, distorted, full of suspicion and hideous looks, and the walkie-talkie in her hand was old and gray, as if it had been decades.

But Jiang Shan took such a dilapidated walkie-talkie and frantically "talked" to the voice inside.

Jiang Shan is like one of those patients living in Songshan Hospital at the moment.

"Is there anyone in there?"

"Answer me."

The voice was so clear that an anxious tone could be heard, and a very young female voice was accompanied by the sound of a constant slapping of something.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

"Is there anyone in there, answer me!" There were some bitter and torn shouts, as if desperate for an answer.

Jiang Shan looked at the walkie-talkie blankly, now there is no alienation of the sound by electricity and noise, and such a clear voice came out abruptly, Jiang Shan was a little caught off guard.

The voice was clear, but Jiang Shan's last glimmer of hope was shattered, this voice was really not Zhao Ying's.

So strange, why is it so strange?

The only female voice, but it was not Zhao Ying calling at all, Jiang Shan's whole person was now in anger and numbness.

Who is it, who is it! Who is it?

Maybe you're crazy.

You're hallucinating.

Admit it, you're starting to lose your consciousness......

Look at the walkie-talkie in your hand, can it still make sound.

Jiang Shan looked at the machine in her hand, she didn't smash it, it seems very simple to verify all this, as long as Jiang Shan destroys the walkie-talkie, if she can still hear the sound, then she is crazy.

The look in Jiang Shan's eyes was crazy, and her hands were trembling slightly.

Smash it, smash it.

Jiang Shan's brain and body were agitating.

She clutched the walkie-talkie tightly, as if it would be crushed by her in the next moment. Smash it, smash it.

"Is there anyone in there?"

"Answer Me ......"

The sound began to become distorted again, knock knock, hee hee. Hee-hee-hee-hee.

Jiang Shan's brain was buzzing with pain, and the sharp pain in her temples on both sides seemed to be about to pierce her, and there seemed to be a blender in her brain that was stirring wildly.

Is there anyone in there?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Jiang Shan lifted the walkie-talkie high, the walkie-talkie, which was already aging and old, was easy to destroy, and it would shatter if it was smashed.

But when Jiang Shan raised the walkie-talkie to the highest place, the female voice inside said anxiously: "Is there anyone?" ”

Jiang Shan suddenly realized something, and the frantic emotions on her face gradually calmed down.

Knock knock.

Jiang Shan is very familiar with this percussion sound.

"Answer me!" Almost after this roar, the thump sounded like thunder. It was as if someone was trapped inside with a desperate knock.

But she was talking about whether there was anyone "inside".

The man was outside, and she was going to ask if there was anyone inside.

This line and scene are inexplicably familiar.

Jiang Shan turned on the record button of the walkie-talkie and gently moved it to his mouth, "Is there anyone in there, answer me." ”

It was a very soft voice, completely different from the urgent roar that came out.

But Jiang Shan pressed the play button, and a voice she thought was unfamiliar came from inside: "Is there anyone in there, answer me." ”

Is there anyone in there, answer me.

The tone and mood are different, but the voice is completely human.

Jiang Shan didn't say a word, she felt absurd and ridiculous, divided and magical.

She finally let go of the walkie-talkie, letting it roll off her palm, and it turned out to be her own voice.

From beginning to end, what was playing on the walkie-talkie was what she had said, and was there anyone in it, answering me.

The intercom played the words she had previously called anxiously in the armored car, over and over again, over and over again, over and over again, so that the light on behalf of the call never came on.

It's her own conversation with herself.

She didn't recognize her face, she didn't recognize her voice.

Did you guess it? I don't know if you have this kind of experience, but the voice you usually hear is very different from the sound you play after you record it.