While listening to the tape, in order to prevent the tape from being demagnetized, I have recorded a lot of sounds into the computer. I searched for the tape and found the box I had finished numbering, and then found the numbered file in the computer. While placing the thunder sound I just recorded, the sound files in the computer were placed, and compared bit by bit.

Soon, the two thunder sounds began to synchronize, and finally, the thunder sound I just recorded and the thunder sound in the computer overlapped perfectly.

The frequency and state are almost exactly the same.

I took two steps back and let two thunders play repeatedly. The fat man was puzzled. I pointed to the computer and told him that this thunder was recorded more than ten years ago. Then I pointed to the thunder played by the recorder. This thunder was recorded during the thunderstorm just now.

The two thunder sounds are exactly the same.

This is absolutely impossible. The thunderstorm sounds that have been separated by more than ten years are exactly the same. If this is a coincidence, the probability will be infinitely towards zero.

It was really creepy to think about it. The curiosity that had been calmed down for a long time was blown up without resistance. I realized that this was different from all the situations I had encountered before. But I couldn't figure out what was going on - how could this be possible?

Did Thunder God plagiarize each other?

Two thunder sounds kept playing repeatedly, and my mind gradually entered the dead loop. A voice kept telling me that there must be a reasonable explanation. All the unreasonable things I encountered before were finally reasonable. But another voice kept saying that what you encountered now was completely different from the events you handled before.

I even thought of the video tape a long time ago - it is said that the video brought from behind the bronze door - the sound of rain and thunder in the dark. This thought made my whole body fall out of goose bumps. Countless association thoughts were like mess.

The fat man wanted to express something on the side. He opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't say a word. Finally, he silently said: "This makes no sense? Does all the thunder sound almost the same?"

I thought to myself that no one knew this, because from ancient times to the present, no one had tried to record thunder. If Yang Daguang was a meteorological person who was used by his third uncle to find an ancient tomb, he would try to collect thunder for the first time, then he would have a great chance to discover something in a large number of thunder. After he discovered this rule, he had been chasing thunderstorms for so many years and recording thunderstorms, which would be explained.

He wanted to figure out what the thunder sound was.

But why did Uncle San let me discover this?

I sat down with the fat man, turned off the recorder and computer, and said to the fat man, "Come on, you can enumerate the possibilities."

"Enum size, do you still need to enum?" said the fat man, "or, the thunder that this guy recorded more than ten years ago is not the thunder of the time. Where he recorded the thunder, he could record the thunder of the future."

I shook my head: "Even if this is the case, it's too coincidental. I don't know where he recorded that thunder ten years ago, but more than ten years later, a few months after I got the tape, I heard the exact same thing, which is unreasonable."

The fat man nodded: "Okay, there is only another more unpleasant possibility." He looked at me, "If it weren't for a coincidence, there was only one possibility, that is, thunder sounds of this frequency often appeared. Yang Daguang heard it once more than ten years ago, and you heard it once more than ten years later, and it happened countless times in the middle, all of which were of this frequency. However, any sound that was repeated with a fixed frequency, whether it was moaning or thunder, would mean..."

I looked at the fat man, and the fat man looked at me seriously and said, "It means there is hidden information."

After saying that, there was another lightning flash outside the shop, and then the thunder broke out again and it started to rain again. I looked at the pedestrians outside who had started sheltering from the rain and asked, "Who sent the message?"

The fat man said, "Only God knows."

I slept very uneasy that night. For some reason, I kept dreaming of the bronze door, dreaming of the video tape I saw before, dreaming of myself crawling on the ground, dreaming of countless lightning in the sky. I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning, and the rain kept falling intermittently. I looked at the dark clouds in the sky at the window, and my scalp was always numb.

I read all Yang Daguang's stuff again and searched for similar information online, but I still had no gains. I just stared at his old ID card, looked at his face and the address on his ID card, and I realized that I needed to go to his hometown, which was the only place where there were still clues.

The next day, Fatty and I set off. Wang Meng looked at me lonely and said, "Boss, why did you leave just after you come back?" I gave him another 200 yuan. The Fatty had no objection at all. I saw that he was not sleeping well with two huge dark circles. He told me that he couldn't figure it out. There were many bizarre things he had seen throughout the decades, and he didn't care, but this thunder could still make flowers, and he really couldn't figure it out.

To put it short, we hurried to Yang Daguang's hometown village, and took his ID card and photos to ask people everywhere and printed posters for searching for people. To our surprise, Yang Daguang was very famous in his hometown, and almost all the elderly knew him, saying that he was the only college student in the village at that time. Later, he joined the government office and never came back after going to work.

I asked Yang Daguang if there were any relatives who were still alive. An old man told me that Yang Daguang had no brothers, and his only relative was his father. He was shot many years ago. I heard that it was because of tomb robbers. Yang Daguang was very pitiful and was alone very early, so he did not return to the village after getting into college.
Chapter completed!