doomsday survival

Chapter 337 Disappointment

The radio station owned by the Chang'an tribe is a short-wave police communication radio station with a wide band coverage, including some international broadcast frequency bands, so Shi Jian didn't think it was weird to receive the signal playing music.

However, the radio station that can play music should undoubtedly be a radio station. What does this mean?The only thing is that the opponent has strong technological strength, far stronger than the Chang'an tribe.

Shi Jian is very nervous now. According to the intelligence analysis obtained before, the probability of this radio signal is more than 90.00% is from the refuge island.

"Does Sanctuary Island already have such strong technological strength?" Shi Jian wondered secretly.

Finally, Shi Jian tuned to a signal source, and the sound of music came intermittently from it.

"What kind of music is this?" Shi Jian felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember what it was.

Shi Jian said to Liu Hong: "Quickly, go and call Elder Feng and let him listen."

Liu Hong ran out in a hurry, leaving Shi Jian alone, listening to the slightly familiar music while recalling it carefully.

The music was played repeatedly twice in a row, and there was no sound anymore. No matter how carefully Ren Shijian tuned it, he couldn't receive the signal.

Shi Jian depressedly wrote down that frequency, and decided to listen to that frequency more in the future, hoping to receive that signal again.

When Feng Kuang opened the door and came in, Shi Jian had given up on searching, but was smoking a dull cigarette beside him.

"What's going on?" Feng Kuang sat down and asked.

Shi Jian narrated what happened, and then said: "The song is very familiar, but I can't remember it for a while."

Feng Kuang thought for a while and asked, "What tone?"

Shi Jian hummed according to the tune just now, but his pentameter is slightly incomplete, and he didn't learn it very well, but he himself felt that it was full of flavor.

Feng Kuang closed his eyes, listened carefully to Shi Jian humming, trying to identify what the song was.

"Did you hear it?" Shi Jian stopped and asked.

Feng Kuang shook his head and said, "I just heard you ding, ding, I really didn't hear it."

Shi Jian blushed and said, "That sounds familiar to me, but I don't know it well."

"Familiar?" Feng Kuang murmured.After a while, he asked again: "Is it a world famous song?"

Shi Jian shook his head and said, "It seems not."

"Is that domestic? Think about it, is it from a movie or TV show?" Feng Kuang reminded.

Shi Jian lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and said, "Isn't it? It's pure music, without singing."

"Oh, that's it," Feng Kuang was also uncertain, and finally said, "Let's listen to it again at this time tomorrow, when the time comes, we will listen together."

"Oh, that's all there is to it," Shi Jian sighed, "That song is really familiar, it sounds sacred, but I can't remember it."

"Sacred feeling? Buddhist songs or holy songs?" Feng Kuang reminded.

Shi Jian thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he said: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, I don't believe those, how can I remember."

On the second day, Shi Jian and Feng Kuang came to the communication room early, and after letting Liu Hong go out to rest, they began to tune to the frequency yesterday.

After more than half an hour, the music played intermittently again, and Shi Jian and Feng Kuang immediately listened attentively.

"That's right, it's a Buddhist song." Feng Kuang clapped his hands and said.

"Buddhist song?" Shi Jian frowned.

"It's just that the music is not the fast-paced music that was popular on the streets before, and there is no sutra singing. The pure Buddhist songs are actually more appropriate to be called Sanskrit." Feng Kuang explained.

"Oh, how does it sound familiar?" Shi Jian suddenly realized.

"But why do they only play this song?" Feng Kuang asked in bewilderment.

Shi Jian and Feng Kuang looked at each other, and both thought of a possibility, and blurted out in unison: "Religion!"

There is no other way to explain the reason than this, otherwise, the other party would not just play Sanskrit anyway.

Shi Jian walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, and finally asked hesitantly: "Can we call each other?"

Feng Kuang was also a little undecided, he hesitated for a while.

It's no wonder that the two of them couldn't make a decision. This signal is now almost certain to be man-made. It is absolutely impossible to be a timing device left over from the old era. There is no power to support it for such a long time.

Even nuclear energy is impossible. If the liquid in the cooling pool is not replaced, the nuclear power plant can only last for two weeks before it will automatically shut down.Both solar and wind power have a lifespan, and the longest continuous power supply is probably only a large hydropower station.

The other party's current level of technology must be higher than that of the Chang'an tribe, and they only play Sanskrit, which shows that this is a social group with a strong religious meaning, and it is precisely this kind of group that is the most dangerous in the last days.

But if they don't contact each other, they will lose a chance to communicate with a large number of human remnants for nothing. Shi Jian and Feng Kuang are quite unwilling.

The other party was able to develop to the current level of technology, probably on the island of refuge. Only in that kind of absolutely safe place can human beings develop technology calmly without worrying about the threat of zombies.

The refuge island was a place that Shi Jian and Feng Kuang yearned for so much, but now they are unable to make up their minds to establish contact with it.

After being in contact with so many tribes, Shi Jian would never think that in the last days, human beings are united and friendly. Even the cooperation with the Yu Sin tribe is based on strength.

"How about," Shi Jian said hesitantly, "shall we get in touch?"

"You are not afraid..." Feng Kuang closed his mouth before he finished speaking.

Shi Jian knew what Feng Kuang was worried about, and said: "Since the other party is playing Sanskrit music, it should have something to do with Buddhism. I believe that according to Buddhist teachings, the aggressiveness will be very low, and Buddhism talks about saving all living beings and being compassionate. Maybe it will be better."

"So what if we get in touch?" Feng Kuang asked.

"Get in touch," Shi Jian said, walking a few steps back and forth, "After making contact, they may be able to guide us on the key points of technological development, they may be able to tell us the location of the refuge island, and they may send planes and ships to meet us. "

Listening to Shi Jian's fanciful guess, Feng Kuang sighed and said, "You're thinking of a good thing, what if they want to take us into slavery? What if it's just a cult disguised as Buddhism?"

Shi Jian laughed and said, "We didn't tell him where we are, what are we afraid of?"

Feng Kuang thought about it for a while, and felt that there was really nothing to worry about, so he said, "Okay then, let's get in touch."

The two reached a consensus, and Shi Jian immediately prepared to call each other.

Because the other party is always in the firing state, it is useless for Shi Jian to call the other party, he can only wait for the other party's Sanskrit to finish playing.

The Sanskrit sound played for a total of one hour before it stopped, and Shi Jian immediately started calling the other party.

"This is the Chang'an Tribe, may I ask if you are the surviving humans?" Shi Jian pressed the launch button and called out.

But the other party didn't respond at all, no matter how Ren Shijian called, he didn't answer.

"Forget it, it may be that the power of our radio station is too low, and the other party cannot receive it." Feng Kuang said a little dejectedly.

Shi Jian said suspiciously: "This possibility is unlikely. Now there is no electromagnetic interference, and the short-wave sky-wave communication distance is far away. How can we not receive our signal?"

Feng Kuang shook his head and said: "I don't know anything about this, and I can't figure out the reason."

Shi Jian didn't know much about this either. His radio knowledge was learned when he was learning how to survive in the wild, so he was also baffled by it.

"I don't believe it. We can receive them, but they can't receive us? Call them regularly every day to see if they can be received." Shi Jian said through gritted teeth.

Feng Kuang thought for a while and said, "Yes! Since they play Sanskrit, someone must have a radio to receive it. I believe that our call will be received by the radio, and sooner or later someone will respond."

Shi Jian adjusted the frequency to that of the Chang'an Tribe, and began to call the Shanzhai.

The opposite happened to be Li Yeyue who was on duty. When she heard Shi Jian's call, she was overjoyed and replied, "Shi Jian, it's me. Why are you free to contact me today?"

The corner of Shi Jian's mouth twitched, and he said in a business-like tone: "The frequency you mentioned yesterday does exist. Starting tomorrow, every other day, you will use that frequency to call at this time and try to establish contact with the other party."

Li Yeyue was very disgusted with Shi Jian's tone, she pouted and said, "Understood, then don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes." Shi Jian said briefly.

Li Yeyue was so happy that she almost jumped up, and hurriedly asked, "What?"

"Don't reveal our location, let me know as soon as we establish contact." Shi Jian said seriously.

"Oh," Li Yeyue agreed disappointedly, and then asked unwillingly, "Is there any more?"

Shi Jian paused for a moment, and added: "Don't forget to tell the person who replaced you that there is no more."

Li Yeyue was so angry that she almost smashed the radio station, and shouted at Shi Jian: "Big wood, stinky stone."

Shi Jian was extremely embarrassed, he put down the microphone and did not answer, and let Li Yeyue chatter him over there.

Feng Kuang said with a smile: "I think that girl is pretty good, why don't you accept it?"

Shi Jian shook his head and said, "No, I don't feel it."

"Then you mean to accept it when you feel it?" Feng Kuang teased.

Shi Jian straightened his face and said seriously: "Maybe you don't believe me, but I am actually very dedicated to love."

Feng Kuang was about to continue joking, but Li Yeyue finally stopped, but another voice came from the loudspeaker, it was Feng Chen that Shi Jian had been waiting for for a long time.

"Mr. Shi, Mr. Li, didn't you bother the two of you?" Even on the radio, Feng Chen's titter could be heard.

　On the second day of the new year, visiting relatives, the update is late, sorry!By the way, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass!

　　
　
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