Endless Road of Corpse - C49

Two months and ten days ago.

The cell phone bounced a few times on the floor before finally lying down. However, the call was still connected. For some reason, the phone automatically switched on hands-free!

“Tut…” Grid… Grid… Grid… Higgle… Grid… Grid… “Swish …”

The voice became clearer and continued to ring.

“What’s wrong? You look so awful? ”

At this moment, the Taoist walked out of the study. He picked up his phone from the floor and stared at me.

As if I’d seen a ghost, I cringed back and pointed at the phone in his hand.

The Taoist looked down at the screen suspiciously, then he noticed the voice as well.

“Tut…” Grid… Grid… Grid… Higgle… Grid… Grid… “Swish …”

After the Daoist listened for a while, his face suddenly changed!

“SOS!” he shouted.

“What?” I didn’t know what the Taoist was talking about.

“SOS!” The Daoist repeated the message and continued, “This is the Morse code. Three short dots represent S, three long dots represent O. With this cycle, this is SOS, the universal emergency signal!”

“What?” “Stop!” I shouted in surprise and hurried forward to listen to the sound again, but at that moment, the phone suddenly hung up. After a few short busy sounds came from the receiver, the Taoist pressed the button to end the call, and the living room immediately quieted down, leaving only the whistling sound of the air-conditioning.

After a long moment, I swallowed hard. My mouth felt like it had just been blown by a sandstorm. I tried to speak, but all I could hear was a hoarse voice.

“This… “Who did this?” The Taoist also asked with a hoarse voice.

I shook my head blankly.

“Redial one?” The Taoist rummaged through the phone records and also found that the caller was an “unknown number”.

“It’s from abroad?” He looked up at me quizzically.

I shrugged my shoulders to show I didn’t know.

“Could it be MaggieQ?” The Taoist handed me his phone. “She looks like she came from abroad …”

His words woke the dreamer up! I admit that my life in the last few years was a little dissolute, but most of the people I hang out with should still be decent people. I don’t recall anyone calling me for help in this way. On the contrary, it was this mysterious MaggieQ. Although I had only known her for about ten days, she had already pointed a gun at me once and stitched up a wound for me.

“Then what should we do? Where do we find her? ” I blurted out, wondering why I was so anxious about a woman I barely knew.

“How else can we find them?” This does not have any caller ID, if there is a number, San Mao could think of a way to locate her GPS! ” The Taoist scratched his head.

While we were helpless, the phone in my hand suddenly vibrated. I looked down and saw the “Unknown Number” again. I glanced at the Taoist, and the phone clicked, and then the hands-free.

It was still the sound of water dripping, but not long later, that “hehe …” The sound came again, but this time it wasn’t as regular as it had been, at least it sounded to me like a jumble of random knocks.

“Record it!” The Taoist was in a hurry to point fingers at me.

I quickly pressed the record button. This phone was the same as the first time. After a weird two to three minutes, I suddenly hung up.

“How is it? Is it the Morse code this time? ” After the call ended, I anxiously asked the head.

“I don’t know, I’m not a secret service agent, how could I tell all of a sudden …” Play the recording again, and I’ll listen to it again. ” The Taoist replied.

“Wait, I need to connect the Bluetooth speakers so I can hear it more clearly.” I pulled my phone out of the intercom, plugged in the Bampo Bluetooth speaker in the living room, and played the tape.

The volume of the speakers was very high the last time it was played. The “ge ge ge” sound, which sounded like the cruel laughter of evil spirits, suddenly came out from the loudspeakers, startling both the Taoist and I. The eerie and terrifying sound wandered back and forth in the dark and cold living room, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

Just as I was about to turn down the volume, the Taoist reached out a hand to stop me. He took the phone from my hand and turned up the volume a bit more.

“The sound of nails tapping against something … However … It seemed a little empty, as if he was knocking on a box … “Or is it knocking inside the box?” The Taoist said with a frown while tilting his head and listening.

I listened carefully, and sure enough, the sound was magnified to sound like the tapping of a long-nailed hand, and through the excellent reduction effect of Bampo I could even hear a few scratches on the surface of the nail. Because right after hearing the Taoist say “knock in the box”, I immediately thought of a zombie, in the sealed coffin, using its long nails to constantly scratch the coffin … My hair stood on end.

“Ge, ge …” Grid… Grid… Grid… Higgle… Grid… “Hehehehe …” The sound did not sound regular, and the more he heard, the stranger it felt. The more he heard, the more he felt that the sound did not come from the human world … A few minutes passed, and then the living room fell silent again, and I realized that I had been holding my breath. I let out a long breath and turned to look at the Taoist, wanting to ask him if he had heard anything, but he didn’t wait for me to ask, so he took the phone from my hand and pressed the play button.

“Do you have pen and paper? Bring it over! ” “Hey,” the Taoist called out to me, picking up the computer I’d dropped on the carpet.

“Ah?” Yes… “Yes…” I hastily replied and quickly went into the study to look for pen and paper.

The number of times I’ve been in the study since I moved into the house is numbered. The whole wall of the study was taken up by a row of large bookcases, but most of them were simulacra my father had bought to put on the front of the room, and the hardcover books that looked luxurious, thick, and even worn by the passage of time were in fact just an empty shell.

The study was littered with scraps of floorboards and still had a bad smell to them, but I didn’t have the time to think about it. I walked around the floor and found a stack of papers and a few pens from the large mahogany desk, then scuttled back to the living room and handed them to the Taoist, who was deep in thought and frowning in front of his computer.

“There is a pattern to this voice!” The Taoist took the pen and spread it out in front of the computer.

“You missed a recording at the beginning …” As the Taoist spoke, he dragged the progress bar of the phone player, “This message has been repeated twice. The second time, the complete message should be from here …” The conductor pressed the play button, and the sound appeared again.

“Ge, ge …” Grid… Grid… “Swish …”

The head of the aisle presses the pause key.

“Two short, three long…” The Taoist searched line by line on his computer screen, “Represents the number 2!”

Play it again.

“Chi …” Grid… “Tut!”

“Two long, three short…” It’s the number seven! ”

“Giggle Giggle …”

“Five Shorts… “Number 5!”

“…”

After half a day’s worth of mistakes, overthrowing everything and comparing it anew, the Taoist finally brought out his achievement.

27, 54, 55, 46, 118, 01, 9, 41

“Is it a coordinate?” I mumbled as I looked at the numbers.