Wang Hao asked: "Then how do we get out after we deliver the express? We don't even know the exit."
"How to get out? I don't know... I don't have this memory. How did you get in? How do you get out?"
"Forget it, don't think too much. After completing the task, not only can you get money, but you can also scold the liaison officer hiding behind. (The voice suddenly became louder) It would be good to scold her severely when the time comes. of!"
The old man asked again: "Is your liaison officer male or female?"
Wang Hao said: "The man has a rigid and serious voice, and he sounds like he is forty or fifty years old."
The other party said: "My liaison officer is a girl, only in her twenties. As long as I yell harder than her, she will obey and be frightened by me. It's very interesting! But sometimes she is also doing it for my own good. Bar……"
"I'm going to arrive at my destination soon, and I'll be able to leave this hellish place soon! Goodbye, I'm going to collect my money. Maybe we can talk again next time."
"Ah...goodbye!"
The rustling signal sounded again, the old man cut off the channel, and the conversation was interrupted.
Wang Hao took a few deep breaths, sorted out the existing clues in his mind, and continued to move forward.
After chatting for a while, I felt a little better.
We have to admit that humans are social creatures, and no matter how stubborn they are, they cannot break away from the entire group.
The road under his feet was not smooth, with many potholes and gravel. The two walls were also uneven, and it took him a lot of effort to cross this section of the gut tunnel.
Channel 1 suddenly rang.
"(Laughs) It seems that someone was frightened by that laughter just now. I'm really sorry, you cowards."
"I will write an elegant paragraph below to describe the beautiful life in heaven."
"There the orioles are singing, and the mountain streams are gurgling. The sunrises are brilliant in the morning, the sunsets are romantic, the forests are full of green in midsummer, and the wheat waves are golden in late autumn. Naughty children are playing across the field ridges, and the elderly people are also Anran may have simple and warm folk customs. But the outside world is not that beautiful, materialistic and dirty... (*noise)"
"But no one would have thought that heaven is just...(*noise*noise*laughter)"
Wang Hao waited for a long time and found that there was no more behind.
This writer is indeed neurotic and always tells contradictory things.
"He may be referring to something in a subtle way..." After thinking for a long time, I still didn't understand.
Can only switch to channel 2.
The serious and old-fashioned voice was still instructing him: "Our channel has just been hijacked by enemy agents. I hope you have not been affected."
"Very good, pass through that gap and you will be close to your destination soon."
"It's very simple, right? As long as you don't hesitate and hurry up, it actually doesn't take more than a few minutes."
Wang Hao just wanted to ask some questions, but was forcibly stopped by the other party.
"At this point, you must have a lot of questions to ask, but what I can tell you is that you just need to complete your task and don't think too much about anything."
"You will see a door later, that is the gate of our underground base."
"But your identity does not allow you to enter the underground base, understand? Once again, you do not have permission to enter. Once you enter, you will be shot and killed by the security robot in the base."
"So, when I saw that quaint door, I took off my package and threw it into the door with all my strength."
"Confirm that the package is thrown into the door, no matter what sound it makes, turn around and go back the way you came."
"During this process, you may see some strange things and hear some sounds. Just ignore them. They are disguised by enemy agents. It is difficult for us to clean up foreign enemies. You must listen to me (*noise)(
A loud siren sound - "beep")."
That strange laughter sounded again.
Ha ha.
whee.
The laughter came one after another, and the goosebumps of those who listened could not stop falling.
Channel 3, the grumpy old man's channel, was just silent.
In desperation, Wang Hao could only temporarily turn off the radio and continue walking forward.
Suddenly!
He stopped because he did see something strange...
One……
Corpse!
Wearing the same raincoat as him, it seems to be a brand new raincoat that has not been used for too long.
But all that was left of the body was the bones.
Even the bones were broken, and the flesh and blood of his body had been eaten away by something unknown.
The backpack on the corpse also disappeared.
Lao Wang, who has experienced many battles, will naturally not be frightened by such a simple, ordinary skeleton.
But for some reason, layers of goosebumps are appearing on my skin.
The script I am experiencing now seems to have reached a critical point.
He has only one life.
This copy is quite special and cannot be resurrected.
Next to the body, there was a small radio and a half-lit cigarette, extinguished by the dripping water.
"Fuck!" Wang Hao recalled that the grumpy old man he had been chatting with lit a cigarette in the middle of the conversation.
Turn on the switch of this radio.
Channel 1 is still the channel of the street writer.
But this time, it seemed to have become mechanical, repeating the same sentence back and forth: "Sacrifice is inevitable (noise)"
"Sacrifice is inevitable (noise)"
"Sacrifice is inevitable (squeak - a huge and sharp sound)"
I knew this damn writer was unreliable and started making trouble at the last moment.
Wang Hao's mind raced.
His whole body began to sweat.
Then he switched the radio to channel 2. Since the owner of the radio was this corpse, it was a female voice. She seemed a little guilty: "I'm sorry. Although your temper is bad, I can understand that.
Not everyone can bear the pressure in such an environment."
"I'm sorry. Goodbye. Farewell."
"Your mission is accomplished...goodbye."
There was a rustling sound.
The channel is silent and the other party has disconnected.
Channel 3 is also silent.
Wang Hao turned on his radio, tuned it to channel 3, and said.
"Hello?"
The other radio, the one with the corpse, also made a "hello" sound.
At this moment, the pupils dilated.
It was as if there was a creepy chill running straight from the tailbone to the Tianling Gai!
Lao Wang swallowed and seemed to understand what was going on.
The grumpy old man... is he dead?
This...is this really one star difficulty?!
Lao Wang, who had experienced hundreds of battles, could not help but feel his heart beating wildly and felt at a loss.
"Why is he in front of me?"
"Is this true or false..."
To be continued...