A layer of goose bumps suddenly appeared on my body.

This man speaks very slowly, and I can't understand a few words he says!

There is another reason why I feel scared - I wrote a story called "Security Guard in Building J". The protagonist of that story received a call, and the other party said such strange words!

It's not foreign or Chinese - what's that?

Bai Xinxin almost escaped.

The man's voice disappeared, and so did the electric current.

Bai Xinxin stopped at the door of the tent, turned around in horror, and asked me: "He said, what did he say?"

I shook my head.

We didn't speak, nervously waiting for the metal object to ring again.

It seems to be dead.

After a long time, I said, "Can it be a black box?"

Bai Xinxin said: "When you open your eyes, it is obviously orange!"

I ignored him.

The black box is a recorder, which records what the pilot said before the plane crash. In fact, the black box is not black, it is precisely a striking orange, which is for easy search. It is resistant to impact, fire resistance, and corrosion resistance. Even if it is burned for half an hour, the temperature reaches 1100℃, the internal tape will not be burned. Soaked in water for 36 hours, the internal tape will not be damp. If it falls into the sea, within a month, it can rely on its own battery to emit ultrasonic positioning signals to search for personnel to salvage...

I wish it was a black box.

If it is, it means that the falling object is an airplane, and the searcher will find us through its positioning...

But, is it?

More than half an hour later, an electric current suddenly sounded again, and my nerves immediately tense up. Then, I heard the man's voice again!

He said: "Isn't it angry?... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry... I'm so angry...

I spoke to this black box, and I don't know if he could hear it: "Who are you?"

He said: "Is it not anger?... the bottom is solid... the yellow is sold... I ask Si blind to cook... the corners are stealing... the corners are stealing... the corners are destroyed... the alas... the girl is shaved?..."

I found that every time he started with the same pronunciation, "No Qi, No Qi", a bit similar to the Korean language, always adding "Simida" at the end.

I asked word by word: "Who are you?...you are, where, where, people?...can you, can you, listen, understand, my words?"

He continued to talk about him, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Is it more angry than Is it... Is it so slight... Is it so angry? Is it so angry?..."

He had to pause for a while in the middle of each sentence, and there was a sentence that was so long. It seemed that the sound was transmitted too slowly, or that he was reacting too slowly (similar to the patient with hemiplegia). His pronunciation overlapped with my pronunciation, that is, he couldn't seem to hear my voice, and we each said it.

Then, the black box turned into a dumb again.

It is just a mouth, we can't open or close it, it says it if it wants to say it, and shut up if it doesn't want to say it.

We can only wait passively.

Bai Xinxin sat down next to me and said, "It's pure fucking nonsense! I'll smash it open with a hammer and see what's inside!"

I said, "Don't destroy it, maybe it wants to tell us something."

Bai Xinxin said: "Can you understand?"

I said, "Take it slow."

Bai Xinxin suddenly said, "I don't want it anymore."

I said, "What?"

Bai Xinxin pointed to the black box and said, "I don't want this thing anymore, I'll give it to you."

I said, "Thank you."

More than half an hour later, it rang again.

The man spoke again: "Isn't you angry?... I'm not angry?... I'm not hungry...... I'm fined me and I'm not angry. I'm awakened..."

I simply stopped talking, held my breath and listened with my ears - I wanted to catch another sound, even a little bit, for example, someone was talking next to him (even in Fujian or Indian), for example music (even in erhu solo "River Water" or Lady Gaga's "Brown Eyes", for example), for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example, for example

There was no noise, and the strange sound seemed to come from a dark, damp, dead grave.

Moreover, I tried to distinguish every syllable of him, like scrambling gold from the sand, hoping to find a little bit of information that can be communicated from his words.

No.

There is no word I can understand.

I think he is not talking nonsense, that is definitely an independent language family. Although his speed is too slow, he speaks without hesitation and his pronunciation is firm. I can feel that his attention is not on his mouth, that is, how to say it; and in what he wants to express, that is, what to say.

He kept saying slowly, sometimes he seemed to have feelings, sighing deeply. The tone was like a homeless man, he was talking about his horror, the dampness around him, and the despair of his inability to return home...

As he spoke, the black box fell silent again.

Bai Xinxin and I sat blankly, not talking.

It was already midnight.

I said, "You go and stand guard."

He looked at me with some shame and whispered, "I'm scared..."

I said, "Look at your promising prospects! Then go to bed and I'll go for you."

As I said that, I stood up and he suddenly said, "Boss Zhou, don't leave!"

I looked back at him and asked, "So what's wrong?"

He looked at the black box and said, "I'm afraid he will talk..."

I bent down, put my face on his face, looked at him, and said, "You asked me to hold this 10 kilogram thing to stand guard?"

Bai Xinxin said: "You...you bury it, right?"

I thought about it and said, "I'll take it out, is it okay?"

The hero who once fought the Black Beetle nodded and said, "Yes!"

I picked up the black box, walked out of the tent, and climbed up the high slope behind the tent. As soon as I put it down, it suddenly made a "squeaking" electric current, and the man's voice sounded again: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, stubborn, stubborn, trunk, bury the bandit... and chisel the life Buddha..."

I sat down and continued to listen.

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed.

He laughed in the dark desert!

My hair suddenly stood up - this did not match his personality!

As he smiled, he seemed to feel impolite, so he held back his smile, regained his sentimental tone again, and spoke slowly.

I feel that he was not amused by what he said, but he really couldn't hold it in. His smile contained mockery of words, contempt for cowardice, and unbearable for stupidity.

The black box was silent again.

However, his laughter did not disappear, it stinged my self-esteem.

The camp was quiet, and I vaguely heard Bai Xinxin snoring.

About half an hour later, the black box beside me rang again, and then the man spoke: "I'm angry, slap... I'm angry, slap... I'm angry, slap... I'm angry, slap... I'm angry, slap... I'm angry, slap... I'm angry, slamming, slamming..."

Anyway, he never spoke human words, so I didn't care about anything I said to him, and listened while watching the camp.

He seemed to be able to see my expression. As he spoke, he suddenly stopped talking.

There was only the sound of electric current in the black box: "Squeak...Squeak...Squeak..."

After a few minutes, his voice rang again: "Tell me a message..."

Then, the black box died again with a "click" and did not give me a chance to ask back.

Finally, what he said seemed to be - a message!

Send a message?

What message should I send?

Who are you sending a message for?

Who are you sending a message to?

The more I think about it, the more confused I am.

I picked it up, shook it hard, and roared in a low voice: "Tell me clearly!"

It didn't respond.

I began to doubt again. Is he saying "Tell Message"? Maybe it's just a coincidence of pronunciation...

I kept waiting until dawn, and the black box never made any sound.

On this day, the sun did not show up, the sky was dark and there was wind.

I hope it is often the weather, at least it won't kill people.

After everyone got up, I told everyone about the black box.

Meng Xiaoshuai said: "No wonder I dreamed last night..."
To be continued...