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Arabic, actually Arabic？
The man obviously couldn't understand. He rummaged around, but he didn't have any clue. He could only start to make a call, but he couldn't remember the phone number. He rummaged through his pocket, and found that his wallet had been emptied, and there was nothing. All that's left is a pile of peanut shells, a medicine bottle and a small hip flask..
After taking a deep breath for a moment, the man dialed "911" using international long distance. "Hello, 911." The call was connected, and a female operator's voice came out..
“Hello, I'm buried alive." The man was panting like an ox and said out of breath. He didn't even have time to stop and started calling for help urgently, "Please, save me, I'm going to be out of breath..”
“gentlemen? "The operator seemed confused..
“I'm buried alive in a coffin, come and save me! Send someone to find me! "The man's right hand held the cell phone tightly, and his left hand held the lighter, placing it on his chest. His eyes wandered at the faint firelight, and his fingers began to tighten involuntarily, as if they were holding on to his lifeline..
“Sir, slow down a bit. What's your name?？”
“Paul, Paul Conroy.”
“OK, Mr. Conroy, can you tell me where you are now?？”
Paul closed his eyes in pain, "I don't know." His voice was hoarse and hoarse, and his eyes wandered around in panic, but he could never find a focus, "I'm in the coffin! I don't know where. Please. Please, save me, I'm so scared.”
“you are in the coffin？”
“Yes." Paul felt like he was about to be out of breath, as if invisible hands were holding his throat. The suffocation made his face start to turn red, and he didn't even have much confidence to speak. "An old-fashioned way. wooden coffin.”
“Are you at a funeral home?？”
“No, no, no." Paul denied repeatedly, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused, because he was not sure where he was at all, "I don't know, no..”
“How did you call me now? "The operator never seemed to understand the situation and was still asking questions unhurriedly..
Paul was almost suffocating, his brain had completely fallen into chaos, "What?"？”
“How did you call me if you were buried alive in a coffin? "The operator repeated his question..
“Uh... mobile phone, there is an old mobile phone here." Paul couldn't help but move it up, trying to find a gap so that he could breathe some fresh air..
“You use your own mobile phone to make calls？”
“Yes. No, no, not my mobile phone. But yes, I used my mobile phone to make calls." Paul's brain has turned into a ball of mush, and all reactions are just based on instinct. He doesn't even know What are you doing? Your eyes are confused and anxious..
“When you climbed into the coffin, there was a cell phone there？”
“Yes." Paul nodded, but then he frowned, "What? I didn't crawl in." Paul was already gnashing his teeth because he still couldn't get a breath of fresh air and the operator was wasting his time..
“Then how did you get into the coffin?？”
“I was let in." Paul clenched his hands into fists, closed his eyes tightly, and squeezed out each word through his teeth..
“Put it in a coffin? "The operator thought this was ridiculous..
“Yes, please, save me! "Paul could no longer speak complete sentences. He was sputtering out word after word..
“You said the coffin was buried alive? "The problems are still endless..
Paul raised his left hand and tried to rub his sore temple, but was burned by a lighter. He grinned, "Yes! I am a truck driver, and I am an American citizen." Paul gasped heavily. He was so angry that he seemed unable to continue, "This...it's very hot here, I can't breathe.".”
“Do you know your place? "The operator's voice seemed a little helpless..
“I...I told you, somewhere in Iraq. Please, save me! "Paul was completely incoherent. Except for "Please, save me," his mind was completely blank..
“Iraq？”
“Yes, I am a truck driver, I am an American citizen, and I work for CRT." Paul's brain finally started to work again and he said quickly.
“Are you a soldier? The operator's question made Paul extremely angry, and he yelled, "No!" Please, didn't you listen to me? I'm a truck driver, I'm an American citizen, I'm a contractor working in Iraq, and they were attacked in Baquba, and they... they were all killed." The coherent words were suddenly cut off, and Paul gulped. He was breathing hard, as if his heartbeat was too fast, causing him to briefly suffocate..
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was the only survivor, and all his colleagues had been shot. The sudden confusion and loss made him fall into silence..
“who was beaten to death？”
The operator's question brought Paul back to reality again, "All other drivers." Paul couldn't help but laugh. The unreal absurdity invaded him, and he couldn't help but have a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth..
“You said all these things happened in Iraq? that country？”
Paul burst into laughter. The sadness was too real and urgent, and it became a huge irony. "Yes, please listen to me, okay? Listen to me!" Paul stopped smiling. "The military gave me a security number and put it in my wallet, but now I can't find it," he said earnestly..”
The operator interrupted Paul helplessly, "Mr. Conroy, this is the police station in Youngstown, Ohio..”
The rapidly rising and falling chest suddenly slowed down, as if time and space had condensed. "Ohio?" Paul was immediately stunned, and all the movements of his muscles stopped in place..
“Yes, sir." The operator finally regained his composure. "You said you were in another country. I'm not sure how you got here. If you want, I can transfer you to the Sheriff's Office..”
“You don’t understand, forget it.” Paul shook his head, hung up the phone immediately, and looked at the battery - there were only three bars left. This is not good news..
Gavin had a sense of absurd joy, as if Paul had made a wrong choice by calling "911" for help, because the operator was not helpful at all, the endless questions never got to the point, and the fragmented conversation never got to the point. To really figure out the problem, this not only wastes the battery of the mobile phone, but also wastes the oxygen in the coffin. What is even more ridiculous is that in the end, Paul discovered that "911" could not solve the problem at all..
Gavin knew that this was not the operator's fault, but he couldn't help but start to worry. After wasting the opportunity, how should Paul save himself? On the soil of Iraq, how should others come to save Paul? The sense of suspense suddenly arose. Gavin could feel the burst of adrenaline. He involuntarily adjusted his sitting posture, and then he realized that his muscles were tense. It took so long that his body started to feel numb, but the urgent horror and fear were still stuck in his throat, making him unable to look away..
Paul extinguished the lighter again. This time he did not panic. Instead, he calmed down and reorganized his thoughts. Then he lit the lighter again and started dialing the phone number..
He first called his wife, Linda, at home and on his mobile phone. Unfortunately, Linda didn't answer the phone. He could only leave messages in the voicemail, explaining his crisis situation. He hoped that Linda would hear the message and He could quickly call for help; then he dialed the "411" directory, hoping to find the FBI's phone number, but the operator persisted in asking Paul to specify a specific state and city. In anger, he casually said "Chicago" "; Afterwards, the call was transferred to the FBI in Chicago, who explained the situation..
“My convoy, with other drivers, was delivering kitchen supplies to a community center, and then some kids threw rocks at our truck, and then a bomb went off in front, destroying one of the trucks, and then a group of people came from the house next to it He rushed out and started shooting at us on the street... I was behind the convoy. I guess a stone hit me on the head and I fainted. I don't remember what happened after that. When I woke up, I'm lying in a coffin with my hands tied.”
Paul tried his best to explain the situation, but the detective who answered the phone was always struggling with the details: why the children were throwing rocks, who was the shooter, why those shooters were shooting, and why Paul was not shot. ...The aggressive tone was as if Paul was a member of the terrorists, calling just to harass him, and even began to investigate Paul's personal identity and background information..
angry, calm, angry, calm.
Paul was always in a state of emotional distress. To make matters worse, his cell phone had no signal! The phone connection has been lost! Paul held his breath and started to press against the wall of the coffin, looking for signals everywhere, searching bit by bit, and finally found the signal. He thought about it, and then dialed his company's phone number. The operator said again After a hard struggle, they introduced themselves, explained the situation, explained the crisis management, and asked for details. In the end, the other party was transferred to the personnel director Allen Davenport - she didn't care about Paul's protests at all. What he needed now was not HR manager, but crisis management！
But the call was still transferred, and then there was waiting...long waiting...endless waiting, and finally the phone recording. The cycle repeated again, and Paul explained all the situations again, but the situation was not finished yet. , the recording was cut off when it was full..
Looking at the mobile phone with a busy signal, Paul was angry, completely angry, "Grass! Grass! Grass!" He punched and kicked crazily, using all his strength to vent his anger, in the endless darkness. In the middle, he vented all his emotions angrily until he was exhausted, and then lay there blankly, calm, calm... Even the sound of breathing seemed to be muted..
Helpless, besides being helpless, that deep feeling of powerlessness came out through the endless darkness of the screen. This was even more terrifying than despair, because I grabbed the rope of hope and was full of thoughts. He can get out of trouble by following this rope, but the same situation repeats again and again. From 911 to the FBI to the company, and even his own family, every agency and every object rejects him. Going round and round or spinning in place, the shock of having hope extinguished just as it was rising is really too overwhelming..
Gavin felt that this was too cruel and too ironic. The heaviness in his heart slowly seeped out through horror and fear..
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