The "ghost signal" in the deep mountains and dense forests was originally what I heard from the communication comrades in the communication squad when I was in the company. I originally said it just to scare Shirley Yang. I didn't expect that under the wreckage of the US C-type transport plane that I suddenly discovered, a signal sound with death as the code was clearly and abnormally transmitted from the tree. However, it was called the legendary "ghost signal", which was a bit inappropriate. The "ghost signal" refers specifically to the weak and mysterious radio waves received from the radio frequency. Now this sound is obviously not the signal sound of the radio waves, but the conventional material signal sent from the tree.

The primeval forest before dawn was like a dark shadow shrouded in the wings of the god of death. There was no trace of wind or the sound of leaves rubbing, so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground could be heard. I sat on the treetops and listened several times, and there was absolutely no mistake, over and over again.

Even the fat man under the tree heard this strange set of "tick-tick" signals, and kept looking up at the tree with his neck. Since I was in the middle of the canopy, I heard the source of the sound, not the cabin at the top of the canopy, but the place where the two old trees of the couples meet the aluminum shell of the transport machine.

Since we do not understand the mysterious phenomenon of "ghost signal", after all, living people have some fear of things from another world, and they did not dare to act rashly for a while. They just opened the "Wolf Eye" flashlight to shine on the place where the sound made. However, the light column of the "Wolf Eye" flashlight was blocked by the dense plants, and the more they looked, the more they felt cunning. Even some strange-shaped old tree bark looked like a hideous corpse monster in the dark.

I whispered to Shirley Yang beside me: "Is it because an American pilot fell into a tree hole? The helping waves emitted when I was dying still echoed around the big tree in a gloomy way."

Shirley Yang shook his head and said, "No, when I went into the wreckage of the cabin, I looked at each place carefully. Not only did there be no corpses of the crew members, nor did I have umbrella bags. So I judged that they had parachuted before the crash, and the nose hit the mountain, which was completely destroyed. Then the cabin fell on the canopy. How could the signal sound come from the trunk?"

I said to Shirley Yang: "Before you shot the eagle owl just now, the signal meant SOS. It stopped just now and suddenly turned into DEAD. Is there any connection between this? Apart from the US Air Force driving this C-type transport aircraft, who knows the Morse communication code in the deep mountains and wildernesses?"

Shirley Yang has never had my experience of meeting ghosts, but she is not completely materialistic. She has told me more than once that people will go to heaven after death, and that is the end of the journey of life. So from this perspective, Shirley Yang believes that people have souls. Shirley Yang said to me: "The SOS help code I heard at the beginning may have been bad. It should be that the eagle owl pecked at the cabin and bites a tree lizard, so it seems messy and incoherent. Now you have heard this signal sound, which is completely different from that, with a regular length, and it has been repeated so many times without any errors..."

As I heard it, it came from the middle of the trunk not far away. It was so real that I had to believe the authenticity of the legend of "Ghost Signal". I said to Shirley Yang: "Although this signal sound is very regular, it is not like the mechanical sound that can emit signals. Some are like the sound of water droplets, but it is much duller than that. Maybe we really guessed that there are dead people in the trunk..."

Shirley Yang said: "Scientists have done experiments that the radio waves generated in the human soul should be less than 7% V. Even such a weak energy may be preserved in a specific environment or magnetic field for a long time. But the most important thing now is, what intention is this death code transmitting? Is it a warning or intimidation?"

Judging from my experience, if you only want to escape in such a situation, it is definitely not a good choice. In the end, suspicion will lead to a situation where plants and trees are all in trouble, which will disrupt your mentality. This will make things the most likely. At this time, you can only feel at ease by plucking the courage to find out its roots and making it come out. In addition, the sky is about to brighten up, and the night is about to pass, and there is nothing to be afraid of when the sky is dawn.

So I stood up with the branches and said to Shirley Yang: "It's useless to guess randomly. You might as well go over and find out if it's a dead soul. If you see it clearly, then pay attention to it."

Shirley Yang nodded, agreed, and exchanged a new magazine in his hand with the "Chicago Typewriter" in his hand and handed it to me. This submachine gun was too heavy and she was not easy to use. We adjusted the focal length of the spotlights on the hiking helmet and checked the safety climbing rope to see if it was firm.

I pulled out the magazine of the submachine gun, looked at the bullets inside, and then put the magazine on the helmet and knocked it twice. The failure rate of this gun is notoriously high. It is necessary to compact the bullets in the magazine to prevent the bullet from getting stuck at critical moments, and then inserted it into the gun body, pull the bolt to load the bullet, waved at Shirley Yang, and the two of them climbed the branches on the old tree in two directions, looked at the source of the "ghost signal" sound, and came to the place where the wreckage of the transport plane was connected to the tree canopy.

Because the surroundings are too quiet and the closer the distance is, the clearer the "tick" sound, and the more you hear, the less it feels like an electronic sound. Next to the wreckage of the cabin, after a careful search, the light columns on the mountaineering helmet gathered on a tree trunk.

In order to prevent accidental accidents, Shirley Yang was slightly ahead, and I was half a meter behind her to cover it. Shirley Yang took advantage of the light of the spotlight and carefully looked at the trunk that made the signal sound, turned around and gestured to me. It was certain that the sound came from here, and it was unusual.

I pointed the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun at the target so as not to get out of the eagle owl and other things that hurt people. If something goes wrong, I will pull the trigger without hesitation. The "Chicago Typewriter"'s large caliber of 11:4mm is not a vegetarian. Its fire rate like a rainstorm will smash any beast in the jungle to pieces.

Seeing that I was ready, Shirley Yang took out the Russian guard "Parasite Knife" and held it in his hand, aimed it at the trunk covered by plants, and slowly cut it down, and cut the thick green moss vines layer by layer with the "Parasite Knife". After a few cuts, he found that there was a natural tree hole. The hole was only as big as two fists. After years of age, the entrance of the hole had been completely sealed by plants parasitized on the tree. If this layer of natural camouflage is not pierced, it would look no different from the rest of the trunks, and it was covered with bumps of green moss.

The parasitic plants are very dense and thick, and they are layered and pressed. Some of them have rotted very seriously. They are peeled with a knife and rotted like green mud. It is difficult to be completely clear and clean for a while. Shirley Yang carefully inserted the tip of the "Paraser Knife" into the deepest part of the green moss. The touch from the inverted tip was like hitting a hard object.

Shirley Yang and I looked at each other and were full of doubts. We didn't expect that this would be such a small tree hole. Even if there were tree holes that could make noises inside, it shouldn't be that small. There were countless such small holes on this old couple's banyan tree. This kind of tree holes was enough for little squirrels to enter and exit. However, there were no squirrels in this forest, so it could be completely ruled out that it was squirrels to tossing inside. A tree lizard, which was slightly smaller than a pine tree, was a very quiet animal, and it was absolutely impossible for a tree lizard.

Moreover, just judging by judging the thickness of parasitic plants such as green moss and the degree of rot on the tree, it cannot be formed in a short period of time. When I was about to look closely, the trunk behind me shook. It turned out that the fat man had climbed up for the second time. This time he no longer used me to remind him and just hung the safety bolt on his body first.

I was about to ask him why he wasn't alerting us under the tree, but he climbed up to do something, but he saw him look panicked. There were not many things in this world that could scare the fat man. I only heard the fat man say to me tremblingly: "Old Hu, I *******... This forest is probably haunted. I have to be with you. ******* just now scared me to death."

I saw that he didn't look like he was joking. Without money involved, he would be nervous unless something that directly threatened his life. I hurriedly asked the fat man what was wrong and if he had seen something?

The fat man calmed down and said, "I was under the tree just now. I looked up and watched you two crawling around on the tree. But it was too dark. After watching for a long time, I saw the spotlights on your helmets, which were hazy and couldn't see clearly. I was so annoyed that I planned to smoke a cigarette to relieve my fatigue. Suddenly, I heard that there were women around me crying, and I cried so badly, but my mother was scared to death. I almost burned my tongue. There was definitely a female ghost. Listen to you... It's coming again."

Shirley Yang Zheng used the "parksman knife" to pick out the rotten plants in the tree hole piece by piece. He had just finished it and had not had time to see what the hard thing was. At this moment, he heard the fat man say that there was a female ghost crying nearby, and stopped the work in his hand, and he put up his ears with me to listen to the movements around him.

We have always only noticed the "ghost signal". When we calmed down, we heard it, and there were indeed whimpers around us. There was no wind behind "Zhelong Mountain", so it was absolutely impossible to be the sound of the wind. The sound was extremely miserable, and it was floating around and unstable, making it even more frivolous in the dark environment.

Fatty, Shirley Yang and I immediately lined up in a T-shaped shape on the canopy. I held the Thompson submachine gun, the fat man used the "Sword Wei" car rifle, and Shirley Yang held the **** pistol. In this way, the angle of each person's defense was shortened to 120 degrees, forming a defense support for each other.

The sad crying sounds circled us twice, and suddenly divided into three channels, quickly covering us from mid-air. This time I could clearly hear that it was not a female ghost, but a night owl crying. It turned out to be the same kind of damn eagle owl, but this time it was not one or two. I could not even hear this call, and I guess they came to seek revenge. Although we had guns and bullets in our hands, it was a bit of a loss to deal with these ghosts that were in the night sky in the dark.

At this moment, Shirley Yang didn't care about saving the flares, and took out a signal gun from his portable bag. With a "bang", the flares rose from the top of the big tree, and the pale light hung on the forest, which did not dissipate for a long time, and the surroundings shone like snow.

We were also frustrated by the strong white light of the flare. We were trying to endure the dazzling white light to search for the target, but we heard that the forest suddenly became dead silent. Except for our heartbeat and breathing, all the sounds disappeared.

The several eagle owls that suddenly attacked were shocked by the light of the flares and escaped into the darkness in the distance, disappearing without a trace. The group of "ghost signals" that made people's scalp tingling also disappeared, and there was no sound of movement. There was no sound of birds that should have been in the morning, and all the animals were dead.

Before I could be surprised, almost as these sounds disappeared, the cloud peaks in the sky were rugged, and a line of morning glow broke through the gaps of the clouds, scattering the first ray of morning light into this strange jungle.

It seemed that at the moment of dawn, all the ghosts and monsters in the jungles in the valley fled back to their nests to hide in order to avoid the sun.

When we remembered the holes on the tree, we looked back and saw a green hole on the trunk under the C-type transport aircraft, and a deep red smooth stone. The mossy plants outside had been scraped open by Shirley Yang with a knife, emitting a faint light in the morning light.

Before I could see what was going on, the tree under my feet suddenly broke slightly. It turned out that this thick banyan branch was under the influence of most of the weight of the C-type transport aircraft cabin. Because we were just preparing to fight the incoming eagle owl, we gathered together in an emergency and the weight was too concentrated. This was a taboo to move on the tree. At this time, the weight of the three of us, especially the fat man, was extremely nutritious. The tree body could not bear it and could no longer support it. Most of the trunks on the top of the tree were split in half, and the old tree body was completely broken.

Fortunately, our safety ropes were fixed on the trunk of the old banyan tree. Although we ate it and hit the tree, Suoyue did not fall directly to the ground. Today, this safety rope has saved us for more than three times. The C-type transport aircraft above our heads, due to the loss of the main branches of the load-bearing, directly slid down under the tree more than 20 meters high, making a huge and tragic sound.

We looked up and saw the old tree cracked inside the tree. We couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, the fat man said, "What is this? It seems to be quite valuable... I think this time... we really... we've really fucked it."
Chapter completed!