At such a distance, Zhang Zian was not worried that his shouts would be heard by others, and the sound of the waves was enough to cover his voice.
Sihwa had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and she swam to the small bay with the whales.
The small bay was shaped like a horseshoe, and it was surrounded by two promontories that extended into the sea, one on the south and one on the north. The southern promontory was the one where Zhang Zian was, and the lighthouse was located on the northern promontory.
Other than the shortcoming of the small area, this small bay could be considered a natural shelter.
Zhang Zian put on the night vision goggles, and in his green field of vision, he saw Sihwa swim near the entrance of the bay as planned, and then … she began to sing.
That's right, she was singing.
Sihwa's vocal cords had an extremely wide range, far exceeding that of humans. She could even emit supersonic and infrasonic waves that the human ear could not hear. Zhang Zian had experienced this in the pet shop, and she had almost shattered all the shop windows on the entire street.
This time, her singing did not use supersonic and infrasonic waves, but it was extremely sharp, as sharp as a needle piercing the eardrum, as sharp as a long nail scratching the glass, as sharp as the scream of a female protagonist in a horror movie … It had a strong penetrating power, and Zhang Zian, who was the initiator, had goosebumps all over his arms when he heard it.
Sihwa used a sharp voice and a language that humans could not understand to slowly sing a song with an ethereal melody and unclear meaning.
The song was blown to the land by the sea breeze, floating over the farms and wooden houses.
If it was a modern village or small town, most people would stay at home at night to do housework, use their phones, watch soap operas, change diapers, shovel feces, have sex, and so on. Perhaps not many people would notice the singing outside. After all, it was not a square dance accompanied by a heavy subwoofer … But for this primitive village that was like the Middle Ages, everyone was quietly closing their eyes and praying, and the sharp singing quickly reached everyone's ears.
This voice … was like a female ghost crying at night.
He did not know where Sihwa had learned it from. Maybe it was from a live broadcast app. After all, there were all kinds of live broadcasts, and there were probably people who were watching domestic horror movies while doing live broadcasts. That way, they would not be afraid?
In short, when Zhang Zian asked Sihwa to sing, she suggested that she might as well imitate the female ghost's singing. Then, they hit it off.
However, as he lay prone on the promontory and listened carefully, he felt that the mournful wailing of the female ghost in her song was merely a facade. In reality, the feeling that it gave him was more like … a sound recorded from the depths of the sea using an underwater pickup device. It was distant and hollow, as though a person was continuously sinking with their eyes closed, sinking into a bottomless abyss. In the surrounding darkness, in the bone-chilling seawater, there were countless gigantic and twisted shadows peeking at you … This was actually a greater horror than the wailing of the female ghost at night. In essence, it was a chorus of deep-sea creatures.
Zhang Zian had only used the underwater pickup device to record a small amount of the sounds in the shallow sea. When he listened to it alone, he often felt his scalp go numb. It was hard to imagine how terrifying the sounds in the deep sea were.
Whether it was the guards or the people praying, they all heard her singing. At first, they forced themselves to calm down and ignore it, but her voice became louder and louder, almost pervasive, constantly attacking their mental defenses.
Finally, people stopped praying in horror and turned to stare at the darkness outside the window, hoping that someone would stand up and tell them not to be afraid.
Some people prayed even more desperately to Peter Lee's portrait, but obviously, they did not get the response and protection they expected.
The guards were also frightened by the creepy singing, but most of them were thugs hired by Peter Lee. Some of them were even criminals who had been on the run for a long time, so they were braver than ordinary people.
A leading guard raised a flashlight — they usually avoided using such household appliances, but now that the situation was different, they couldn't care less.
The guards heard that the singing was coming from the direction of the sea. Some went to report to their superiors, and the rest, under the leadership of the leader, surrounded the beach. Everyone took out their Taser guns.
They had been operating here for many years and had never encountered such a situation. Their first reaction was that someone was playing a prank, but in such a desolate place, who would come here to play a prank?
These strong, burly men quickly arrived at the beach in a tactical formation and rushed to the simple pier. Several flashlights shone around the beach, trying to find the person singing.
The highly concentrated flashlights occasionally swept across the South Sea Cape where Zhang Zian was. He carefully lowered his body, revealing only one eye behind the night vision goggles to prevent being discovered.
However, they soon realized that the singing did not come from the beach, but from further away … the sea.
Nothing could be seen on the dark surface of the sea. It was like a pool of black ink. Only the waves that were rushing close were covered in greyish-white, lifeless foam. Even if they used all their flashlights to shoot straight in the direction of the sound, it was still not far enough. The darkness easily swallowed their flashlights.
Speaking of which, the cloudy sky was a great help. If it had been a clear day with a bright moon and few stars, things would not have progressed so smoothly.
The singing that could be heard on the beach became clearer.
The guards looked at each other, their palms holding the flashlights wet with cold sweat.
They had different skin colors and came from different countries. Although they all spoke English here, they were used to swearing in their native languages when they were angry. However, they were like a small United Nations, and no one could recognize the language in which the song was sung.
What they could feel was the great fear contained in the song, like the undercurrent of the deep sea. It sent chills down their spines.
One of the less determined people said in a trembling voice, "It … It can't be the woman who drowned today, right?"
"Bullsh * t! How could a drowned person … "
Before the leader could finish his sentence, he was choked in his mouth.
None of these people were atheists.
Since they were not atheists, it meant that they believed that there was an existence higher than human beings in this world. They believed that in the human body, in addition to flesh, blood, bones, and skin, there was the existence of a soul.
They regarded Peter Lee and the other quacks as gods, or at least messengers of God. Since there was a god, of course, there would be the opposite of God — ghosts, or devils.
When Peter Lee preached to them, he often ridiculed the products of modern technology as the temptation of the devil. He called those who were caught but refused to convert evil spirits possessed by the devil, which was equivalent to confirming the existence of the devil.
Even they themselves did not know how many wronged souls were wandering under this small bay.
Usually, they did not care about it, and they did not think about it at all. But today, in this dark night where they could not even see their own fingers, were those wronged souls going to come out to claim their lives?
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