Recording pen

I never knew that the second master would have such a dangerous moment. Four Datongda died in the battle, and a glimpse of the leopard showed how brutal the battle was at that time. On the other hand, it also showed the opponent's determination to kill him.

Who is the other party? Reminiscent of Han Sheng's conversation with Qing Quan, a chilling answer surfaced, the Cao family!

At least there is the Cao family. He participated in the siege against the second master back then. What was the reason? He dared to let those people risk their determination to settle matters afterwards and risk their lives to kill the second master who was at the height of his power at that time.

I didn't think too much about the matter, but I knew that these clues were just the tip of the iceberg. The truth was far more complicated than I thought. I now have a lot of doubts, and I must learn to put away my curiosity.

Everyone was a little uneasy during the meal, and they looked at the box in the middle of the table from time to time. Especially after Lao He told the history of the escort agency, everyone became more and more curious about the box.

After dinner, we all went back to our houses. Da Tou was still staring at my box with some reluctance. I saw him turning his head three times, so I told him why don't you stay and take a look. He seemed to be fighting for a while, and then he hesitated to ask. Problem? I couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Why don't you just wait for this sentence from me?"

I looked back at Lao He. Lao He unexpectedly stretched his waist and said that he was too old to stay up late, so he went back to sleep first. You young people can do the rest on your own. Zhao Muzhi helped Lao He back to his room to rest.

Zhao Min also happened to say that he was going back to pack his things and would leave tomorrow.

After everyone left, I, Han Sheng, Datou and Xiao He were the only ones left in the room. I couldn't wait to open the box. Han Sheng stopped me. He picked up the box, weighed it gently, and put it away again. After sniffing under his nose, Datou said: "It should be fine. After all, it was sent by the escort agency. If there is really a danger, they will not be unaware of it."

Han Sheng nodded and handed me the box. I unpacked it carefully. I couldn't help but wonder who sent the package to me through the escort agency. According to this style of doing things, the person might be an older person, and most likely. If you hang out on this road, you won't know about the escort agency. Could it be Dorje?

I opened the package and there was only an ordinary cardboard box inside. Seeing the things in the box, we looked at each other in confusion. Datou asked curiously: "Thermometer? The other party found the escort agency and sent a thermometer all the way? What do you mean? He wanted to say, let you warm up? Make you dry?" He also performed two cha cha dance poses from the 1980s.

I said, "Don't talk nonsense. It's a thermometer. This is an old-fashioned recording pen." The other party sent me this recording pen in such a cautious way. The purpose was self-evident. It must be to convey some kind of oral message, and it also One thing is very important. He must have thought that the way to transmit information was unsafe, so he found someone from the escort agency. The unsafe factors were either on his side or on my side. In short, he felt the danger.

I picked up the voice recorder and couldn't help but feel a little strange. What kind of information was in it.

I took a deep breath, pressed the power button, and found the directory. There were only three recordings in it. The first was only 8 seconds, the second was even less, 2 seconds, and the third was a full 32 minutes.

We started to play the first one, and there was a messy button sound. It should be the first time the other party used it, and he was not very proficient in using it. The second one was shorter, but someone made a sound, and there was an "Ahhh" sound. Sound, the countdown immediately returned to zero, and we jumped directly to item 3. We knew the key was coming.

After a few minutes, no sound came out of the recorder. Da Tou picked it up and looked at it doubtfully, "It's broken? You have to let the escort agency pay for it."

I looked at the progress bar and realized it was the person opposite who hadn't spoken, so I asked him to calm down. We listened for another ten minutes, but there was still no movement. I wanted to fast forward but was afraid of missing something. I just stared at this recorder with big eyes and small eyes.

I couldn't stand this boring scene, so I went out to smoke. I twisted my neck and lay on the table bored. I couldn't help but wonder if it was someone else's prank. Then I thought about it, even if the recorder is empty, I think someone must want to say something to me.

Han Sheng suddenly touched me and asked me to pay attention. I refocused and suddenly caught the sound of very light footsteps. It seemed that someone was walking towards the recording pen in the distance, but after a while the sound began to fade away again. At the same time, there was a slight rustling sound in the background. This sound was very unfamiliar and not very recognizable.

I listened patiently for a few more minutes, but the rustling sound was still there. I looked up at Han Sheng and Xiao He at the table. They both shook their heads, indicating that the sound had never stopped.

Suddenly, a heavy gasp came out, and I was startled unprepared. The sound was very close, as if it was right next to the recorder. I was a little surprised. No one came just now. Could it be that we missed it? , I glanced at Han Sheng, but he frowned. I suddenly realized, no, this person didn't just come over, but he had been sitting next to the recorder and made no sound.

"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang." Then a rhythmic knocking sound began to come from inside. The sound was very clear. It was the person knocking next to the pen.

I hurriedly pressed pause, found my notebook and played back this paragraph, "6, 1, 3, 4, 7, 1, 1". I pressed pause again, and the three of them looked at each other, and I said: "Password, Someone is really sending us a message."

Xiao He frowned and said, "Then why didn't the other party say it directly and still use this form?"

Before I could say anything, Han Sheng pointed at the recorder and said, "Let it play the sound again."

I looked at him differently. I didn't understand what he meant, but I still did it. I knew that his expression meant that he must have discovered something. I played this section again. Han Sheng waved his hand and said it was okay. He took my notebook and wrote a new series of numbers below, "6, 13, 4, 7, 11". He pushed the notebook to me, Said: "According to the rhythm of tapping, these numbers should express a numerical value. Listen to it again."

I played it again without believing it. Sure enough, as Han Sheng said, the other party used different rhythms during the tapping process. It was very subtle, but you have to listen carefully to hear it. Xiao He gave a thumbs up, Han Sheng She smiled shyly.

We looked at each other and started to continue playing, and the tapping continued, and there were several consecutive sets of numbers. One minute passed, and we played it again and again, trying not to miss a number and rhythm. Another minute, another set of numbers. Suddenly, the knocking sound stopped abruptly, and I thought to myself, is it gone? Have you finished expressing yourself? Then there was silence.

I thought it would take a long time, but I didn't expect that within a few seconds, there was a heavy breathing sound. It felt very strange, as if the other person was enduring something, and then there was a sound of footsteps leaving quickly, accompanied by a feeling that seemed There was a dull roar coming from the deep valley. I pressed pause and broke into a cold sweat. I mumbled: "Listen again."

He stepped forward for seven or eight seconds, from breathing to footsteps, until the roar came out clearly from the recorder again. I took a breath of air, what is this? The other party never spoke from the beginning to the end. Could it be because he couldn't speak, or... the other party was not a human at all?

No, no, no, this idea was quickly rejected by me. This recorder is the best proof, but I couldn't explain that sound. It was definitely not a sound that one person could make. I looked at them with a wry smile and said : "You two, tell me."

Datou happened to come in after finishing his cigarette. When he saw the expressions on our faces, he immediately asked: "What did you find?"

I pushed the notebook in front of him and rewind the recording for him to listen to. Until the roar was played, he closed his eyes and thought for a while, then looked at us and analyzed: "In this way, we assume that there is a 'person' on the other side, then The point of confusion becomes, where did the sound come from? And why didn't you speak? In fact, this can also be easily explained. The owner of this recording pen was avoiding something at the time. From the beginning to the end, we regarded the tapping sound as him. The rest of the sounds are regarded as something else, so his approach is easy to understand. The environment he is in does not allow him to speak, and he can only convey information to you in this way."

I have to say that Big Tou is sometimes so unreliable that people want to beat him up, and sometimes he can use his unique thinking to find new ways to give people hope. What he said is completely reasonable. It is our preconception that the voice is It was issued by the other party, but if you follow what Datou said, then these reasonings are absolutely tenable. No matter how weird and incredible the process is, it is also a conclusion.

We continued to listen, and there was another long silence. It was not until the end of the recording that we heard the sound of rapid footsteps and a few hasty knocks. The recording stopped abruptly again, this time. It's really gone.

We rewind the recording, and after hearing the last set of numbers clearly, we put the notebook in front of the table, and several people gathered together to analyze it.

These numbers are definitely some kind of password that has not been lost. No matter who the other party is, no matter what the other party's purpose is, or even whether the other party is a human being, the secret is in these sets of numbers. And if it is true as what Big Head said, then this person's situation is very dangerous.

Datou waved his hand and retracted into his chair: "These things only depend on college students. It gives me a headache."

After Xiao He confirmed that it was not a military code or Morse, he sat down and sat away. He scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "He knows me, but I don't know him."

Han Sheng and I were the only two people left on the table. He was a little distracted looking at the numbers in the notebook, as if he was immersed in some memories. I asked him carefully: "Do you have any clues? Or...have you encountered it before?"

He came to his senses with a cry, took the notebook and pointed at the numbers on it for me to see...