Erosion

There seems to be an "iron law" about erosion, that is, all people who are eroded will first go crazy and become what normal people see as lunatics.

However, there was once a book about a patient squatting in a corner and thinking of himself as a mushroom.

From the perspective of the mentally ill, they are normal.

The so-called abnormality is only from the perspective of "normal people" like them.

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At this time, the sound of the walkie-talkie clearly irritated Jiang Shan. The frightened voice, one after another, "Back...back~answer zizzi~~answer..."

There was even hee hee hee, squeak, squeak, and the radio sound even sounded like a distorted high-pitched laughter.

Jiang Shan felt ridiculous and picked up the walkie-talkie. Who was on it and wanted her to answer? What to answer?

Jiang Shan trembled and wanted to turn off the walkie-talkie, but until Jiang Shan discovered that the call indicator light on the walkie-talkie was not on at all. The walkie-talkie was not talking at all and had no signal, but it continued to emit sound waves.

"Zizzi~~~Answer me!"

The roar of being pulled and deformed by the sound wave was like a monster. Jiang Shan's hands were shaking constantly. Now that the walkie-talkie didn't obey her orders, she even had the urge to chop it into pieces!

The face in the mirror seemed to be laughing at her.

The intercom doesn't light up. Is there really someone talking, or is it just your own voice in your head? The voice that shows you are crazy hahahahahahaha.

Jiang Shan screamed, and she raised the walkie-talkie high, trying to smash it.

And just when Jiang Shan was about to take action, "Inside, inside, is there anyone?"

Jiang Shan was a little familiar with this voice. At the last moment, Jiang Shan seemed to be pulled away from his sanity.

"Who? Who is it?"

Jiang Shan slowly lowered her raised hand. She stared at the walkie-talkie and turned on all channels with trembling, "Whoever it is, tell me."

Zhang Zheng, Zhao Ying, Gao Wenwu and Wei Yuan, no matter who it is, answer her.

Jiang Shan didn't know how to play with the walkie-talkie, so he could only pull the antenna and shake the body. The voice inside seemed to come from a very far away place: "...Is there, is there anyone..."

"Answer, answer me."

"Back, back, back, back..."

It seems like these two sentences are being repeated inside. Is there anyone inside? Answer me.

But no matter what Jiang Shan answered here, the other side still asked these two sentences repeatedly. There is no way to communicate at all.

Jiang Shan held the walkie-talkie. She looked dull, pale, lifeless, and even a little stupid in the mirror. She could only lift and put down the walkie-talkie stiffly repeatedly.

This kind of Jiang Shan makes people feel that he has become a puppet, giving up struggle and hope, holding the walkie-talkie nervously, and being stunned by the voice inside.

"Who is it and why don't you answer?"

The voice inside seemed to change from the tearing current to gradually becoming clearer, and it was obvious that it was a female voice: "Is there anyone inside?"

Jiang Shan replied decisively: "There is someone."

The intercom hissed again: "Is there anyone in there?"

Jiang Shan was already tired of answering. Is there someone? Is there someone? Is there someone? Is there someone? She kept saying that there was someone, but she kept repeating it like a repeater.

The voice became clearer again: "Answer me."

Jiang Shan was going crazy. Her face in the mirror was constantly twisting and twisting, full of suspicion and ferocious expression. The walkie-talkie in her hand was old and gray, as if it had been used for decades.

But Jiang Shan took such a worn-out walkie-talkie and frantically "talked" to the voice inside.

Jiang Shan now resembles those patients living in Songshan Hospital.

"Is there anyone in there?"

"answer me."

The voice was so clear that I could hear the anxious tone. It was a very young female voice accompanied by constant slapping sounds.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

"Is there anyone inside? Answer me!" Some shrill and tearful shouts seemed to be eager to get an answer. Jiang Shan stared at the walkie-talkie blankly. Now that there was no distortion of the sound by current and noise, such a clear sound suddenly came out, and Jiang Shan was caught off guard.

The clarity of the voice shattered Jiang Shan's last hope. This voice was really not Zhao Ying's.

So strange, why so strange?

The only female voice was calling, but it was not Zhao Ying at all. Jiang Shan was now immersed in anger and numbness.

Who is it, who is it! who is it?

Maybe you are crazy.

You are hallucinating.

Admit it, you are starting to lose consciousness...

Look at the walkie-talkie in your hand. Can it still make sound?

Jiang Shan looked at the machine in her hand. She didn't smash it. It seemed very simple to verify all this. As long as Jiang Shan destroyed the walkie-talkie, if she could still hear the sound, she would be crazy.

The look in Jiang Shan's eyes was crazy, and her hands were trembling slightly.

Smash it, smash it.

Jiang Shan's brain and body were agitating.

She held the walkie-talkie tightly, as if it would be crushed by her in the next moment. Smash it, smash it.

"Is there anyone in there?"

"answer me……"

The distorted sound began again, thump, thump, thump, hee hee hee. Hahahaha.

Jiang Shan's head was buzzing with pain, and the severe pain in her temples on both sides seemed to pierce her. It was as if there was a blender churning crazily in her brain.

Is there anyone inside?

anyone there?

anyone there?

Jiang Shan raised the walkie-talkie high. The old walkie-talkie was already old and could be easily destroyed. It would break into pieces if hit.

But when Jiang Shan raised the walkie-talkie to the highest position, the female voice inside said anxiously: "Is there anyone there?"

Jiang Shan suddenly realized something, and the frantic emotions on her face gradually calmed down.

dong dong dong.

This percussion sound was very familiar to Jiang Shan.

"Answer me!" Almost immediately after the roar, there was a knocking sound like muffled thunder. It seemed like someone was trapped inside, banging in despair.

But what she said was that there was someone "inside".

The man was outside and she wanted to ask if there was anyone inside.

This line and scene are inexplicably familiar.

Jiang Shan turned on the record button of the intercom and gently moved it to his mouth, "Is there anyone in there? Answer me."

The very soft voice was completely different from the urgent roar that came out.

But Jiang Shan pressed the play button, and a voice that she thought was unfamiliar came from inside: "Is there anyone in there? Answer me."

Is there anyone inside? Answer me.

The tone and emotion are different, but the voice is exactly the same person.

Jiang Shan said nothing. She felt absurd and ridiculous, fragmented and magical.

She finally let go of the walkie-talkie and let it fall from her palm. It turned out that it was her own voice.

From beginning to end, what was played on the intercom were her own words. Is there anyone in there? Answer me.

The intercom played the words she had called anxiously in the armored vehicle, over and over again, over and over again, so the light that represented the call never came on.

It's a conversation between herself and herself.

She didn't recognize her face, nor her voice.

Did anyone guess it? I don’t know if you all have this experience, that is, the sound of your own voice that you usually hear is very different from the sound that you record and play back.