Different dimension game

Some strange plots, why is there a TV station signal in this ghost place?

Could it be that it is very close to the ground?

Or, is the Demon God the "Most Eternal"?

Or this "female fan"?Or this tape recorder?

He studied the ceiling, what would happen if he could dig a hole and crawl back to the ground.

Chapter 172 The Strange Tunnel

It's just a pity that I don't have any tools at hand, but I can't do anything about the thick layer of rock on the ceiling.

I studied the tape recorder again and found that there are only a few simple buttons on it, and one button is a switch.

Another button is to switch channels.

Wang Hao pressed it to switch to another channel.

A serious and rigid voice came from the channel: "Number 07011110, we have noticed that you have been stuck in the tunnel for 5 minutes."

"Don't switch channels at will, don't go on errands, complete this task, you have a lot of time to rest and entertain."

"Keep going. Complete the mission and claim your reward."

"Don't stay too long, just walk on the road. Don't get into some strange openings out of curiosity, you may get stuck in it and can't get out."

Number 07011110, is it me?

Wang Hao touched his clothes, and sure enough, he found a sign on his chest, with a series of numbers written on it: [Employee number: 07011110].

Come on, it's really me.

He took a few steps forward, and the echo of "tap, tap" sounded uncomfortable.

claustrophobic tension,

Coming up.

It is a one-time copy, and I don't dare to commit suicide indiscriminately.

Wang Hao called out to the radio: "Hey, can you... can you hear me? What is this place?"

The voice on the radio said: "If you have any questions, you can speak directly."

"I just... seem to have lost my memory." Wang Hao said, "What happened? Why am I here?"

The radio was silent for a moment, and said: "You have signed a labor contract with our company, and you need to deliver a package to the destination at the bottom of the mine."

"At the bottom of this tunnel, there are our miners. They need a certain amount of resources to survive."

"Follow our command, deliver the package, and then receive your reward, understand?"

"I almost remember... So, what's in this package?"

Wang Hao touched the big package he was carrying, it was bulging and felt warm.

There is something faintly beating inside, like a "thumping" like a heart.

"It is the survival material needed by the miners. In order to keep it fresh, please do not open it hastily. Otherwise, you will pay a large amount of compensation. These things are signed on the contract."

"Remember, deliver it to its destination, follow our command, complete the mission, return to the ground, and receive your reward."

On the radio, there was a "rustling" noise.

Due to interference from unknown reasons, the communication signal seemed to be temporarily interrupted.

Wang Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little hard to tell.

Pressing the button once again switched the radio channel.

On the radio, the sound of heavy breathing and stepping, and the faint sound of water droplets came.

Channel 3.

"Hello."

"Hello!" A man's voice came from the opposite side.

Wang Hao asked, "You are?"

"This place is so fucking dark. Every day, people deliver things to the gods. Won't the miners come up and collect the resources themselves!" The irritable man went crazy online: "I don't know what fucking monsters are I carrying? It's hot, It moved again and it felt like a piece of meat."

"Do you want to throw it into the [-]th floor of hell, fuck! What miners, what shit survival supplies, who believes in these gods and ghosts."

"Hi, hello, can you hear me?"

"Oh, I heard it."

"that……"

The elder brother said impatiently: "I am your colleague, senior, and I have been working for many years!"

"Don't ask why, I know you have a lot of questions, rookie, I don't know what's going on. I'm just like you, I just come here to work. Delivery!"

"Follow their instructions, nothing will happen, complete the task, get the money, I have done it many times... I have given a lot, 1 yuan for a trip, if you travel fast, it will be completed in half an hour, don't ask why .”

"Oh... is this tunnel underground?"

Wang Hao wanted to ask more questions.

"It should be in the ground, God knows, could it be in the bottom of the sea? In the sky?" The irritable old man said again: "Don't study what's in the backpack on your body, the person who asked why last time never appeared on this channel again. "

"He's still going to die..." Wang Hao said, "Why didn't you call the police?"

"Dead? You've painted the lake. Isn't this the delivery made by the state agency? And there is no evidence. Maybe the person who opened the backpack was fired?"

"Why do you think so much? The money is so easy to earn! Don't ask, just send it to the destination and receive your 1 yuan."

His voice was slightly lowered: "The pressure is so great in this era. There are mortgages to pay, parents to support, and children to support. There is no money left. If you get sick, isn't it all over? 1 yuan for half an hour , if you don’t do it, people will do it.”

"That's it, this road is so fucking hard, I almost fell down."

"There's a steep slope ahead, it's not easy to walk, we'll talk later... By the way, don't fucking believe those messy words, and don't get into the hole."

There was only the sound of "rustling" snowflakes coming from the tape recorder.

Wang Hao swallowed and thought for a long time.

Press the button again and switch channels.

On the fourth channel and the following several channels, there seems to be no one connected.

There are some faint noises of snowflakes coming.

rustle……

sand……

It seemed that someone was laughing.

whee.

laugh.

He was so energetic when he first came up, which made him a little confused.

There is no way, without any main task, Wang Hao can only face the darkness, illuminate with the miner's lamp above his head, and try to walk forward.

Then he kept fiddled with the radio in his hand, only three channels were able to talk normally.

On the first channel, the "writer" expresses his emotions and talks about his own stories of hitting the street.

But this guy seems to be abnormal, and occasionally says some weird things.

"Sometimes, I have no other choice...I am not omnipotent, my strength is very limited..."

"The average person can't actually find this channel."

"You can hear this voice, which means that you have a big problem... (huge noise) (hee hee laughter)."

The second channel, which seemed to be his commander, often told him to check the integrity of the package, and then follow the main road and not go into certain lanes.

As for the third channel, a irascible old man, who seems to have the same identity as him, is a courier.

However, it is impossible to tell the authenticity of everyone.

Not long after, he saw four lines of bright red writing appear on the wall of the tunnel.

【I'm stuck here!run away!Flee in the opposite direction! 】

[Go forward, you don't know what will happen, don't you? 】

[From here, please go to the trail, don't (crossed out)]

[Liars, they are all liars! (messy text)]

[Tool man xxx (serious words, the next few words are crossed out). 】

These few lines of text seemed to be written in fresh blood, and the dark red paint rolled down from the wall, like wriggling tadpoles, with a thick darkness lingering above them, exuding a ferocious and terrifying aura.

Wang Hao hesitated for a moment, then touched the words with his fingers.

[A cold touch. 】

[The paint has dried up for a long time. 】

Turned on the radio again.

Channel 1, writer (intermittently): "Dongdongdong (there is a knock on the door outside)"

"You... who are you? What do you want? Delivery? This... what is this! Fuck, what is this?! A package! It contains... (voice raised, terrified)"

"Help~ Ga!

(screams)"

"Hee hee (rustling noise)."

Wang Hao was dumbfounded when he heard this, what... what is this doing?

The writer is dead...

Killed by the package?

He touched the package he was carrying, the packaging bag was intact, and the things inside were still beating, bringing a warm feeling to his hands.

"What's the meaning……"

He tuned the radio to number two.

The serious and rigid voice sounded again: "We have observed that your mood seems to be unstable, and you have been stuck in a certain place for a while. You may have encountered something in the tunnel and had some doubts. We can understand this. "

"Such a dark environment will magnify human's cranky thinking and produce some mental hysteria."

"You can use the water bottle you carry with you to wash your face."

Wang Hao washed his face.

[You feel a burst of coolness. 】

The radio said again: "You have to finish your work. If you have any questions, you can ask them. I will answer them within my authority."

"But in the end, I still have to complete my mission and deliver the package on my body to its destination."

"What does that writer's channel mean?" Wang Hao asked after taking a deep breath.

The radio replied: "Occasionally in the tunnel, the broadcast signal set up by other people is normal. This place has a special magnetic field."

"That channel will not cause any harm. He is scaring people. You can ignore him, or you can listen to it casually and relax. Of course, in most cases, he is scaring people."

Wang Hao dialed the channel back to number 1.

Writer: "See, this is the ability to mobilize emotions! (Hee hee sound - seems to be a smug smile)"

"But, you know, I'm just a puppet (screaming noise)"

Wang Hao was speechless, so... what he just heard was trying to scare people?

He dialed the channel back to channel 2: "What does the voice of another courier mean? Why didn't I see him?"

The rigid voice said: "There are many tunnels, distributed all over the world. Because the underground miners need huge resources, you are not alone, and the tunnels are very crowded, so under normal circumstances, you will not meet. You will accept Get a signal from an experienced courier, they can calm your emotions."

"Of course, sometimes, their experience may not be completely correct."