Inside the makeshift camp, the CHTP support vehicle team felt that replying to the communications was a disaster for them. Celluloid has millions of fans in China, and after learning of celluloid's disappearance, they have been inundated with phone calls, emails, and online messages from China;

"What the hell happened to Lulu?Can the official give a reply?!Is it life or death?!Bastard, why do you let a girl participate in such a competition?!What a sin!"

"MLGB! Is the tournament team eating? It's been more than two hours since Queen Lulu disappeared, why hasn't there been any news?! Isn't there a countermeasure for the tournament team? Hurry up and send someone to find it!"

"New friends, the official gave a reply just now, saying that the helicopter of the event team and the helicopter of the Zhengxin K2 team have been searching the incident site for five laps, but there is no trace of Lulu yet. Now the rescue convoy has been set off for more than an hour, but due to the impact of quicksand, the rescue mission has reached a stalemate. ”

"Damn! The helicopter will expand its range if it can't find the location of the incident! If the rescue vehicle can't pass, let people go on foot to find it!"

"Poor Lulu, this guy bragged at the beginning of the special stage that he had eaten all the supplies for the day, and used the remaining bottle of water until the evening. Now our family Lulu must be thirsty and hungry in the desert, and it hurts to think about it."

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan is also nearby!"

"Hey, the news released by the race team just now said that most of the vehicles in front of them were affected by the sand layer formed after the sandstorm, and it is estimated that Brother Fan is now difficult to protect himself. Besides, Brother Fan is only one car, and the stage is so long when the incident happened, what can you expect?"

"Hey,"

……

Approximately thirty kilometers outside the anchor point where the celluloid GSP last appeared.

The convoy that was supposed to be in charge of the rescue is now in trouble.

Sand is to some extent the same as snow, and in windy weather, sand and dust move at high speeds, forming layers of varying thicknesses of quicksand over the vast desert.

The structure of these quicksand layers is very complex, some of them are as hard as mud under high wind pressure, and some of them look as thick as hills, but when they are pressed by heavy objects, they can be devastating and decaying, and there is a great tendency of avalanches.

In such a complex environment, even the rescue vehicles of the rescue team are modified Kip off-road, but they still stumble on this land. More than an hour passed, and the rescue convoy had barely 20 kilometers from the makeshift camp.

"Captain, what can I do about this?" The driver of the No. 2 car of the rescue convoy picked up the walkie-talkie as he watched several cars continue to skid and sink deeper and deeper into the sand that was as soft as a cake from time to time.

"Damn! this goddamn ghost desert!" Purme, the rescue captain, slammed the steering wheel hard, swearing to express the depression in his heart.

"Captain, I received another order from the race team, and several teams sent back a call for help from the front. The motorcycle group, T2, T3 group has now more than 20 vehicles in a state of paralysis. ”

Hearing the words of the communicator behind the car, Plame felt like he was being by the dog.

"FK! This is the Dakar! God, those cars that have been lightweight and specially modified by the desert have fallen into the desert abyss, what can we do? What should we do?! Damn, there is a poor Chinese man missing, what can we do?!"

Hearing his muttered complaints, his assistant grinned: "The race team told us to speed up and at least bring water and food to ......"

"Bastard, don't you see that we can't move forward?!Let them send helicopters, helicopters!" Plame snapped his palms and watched his assistant point to the ambulances that were squeezing around and couldn't move forward, and the Frenchman's temper was evident at this moment.

As Plame roared at his assistant, his eyes widened and he raised his finger to point ahead.

Pram pressed back the irritability in his heart, looked forward, dumbfounded,

I saw that in the distance ahead, an iron curtain formed by the wind and sand was slowly forming. The wind and sand that had stopped are coming back together and becoming a new round of sandstorms!

Seeing this scene, Plame snatched the satellite phone from his assistant's hand and dialed the competition team, and the phone was just connected, and before he could say hello, he shouted urgently: "Hurry! Let the helicopters all withdraw! A new round of sandstorms is being born!"

………

"Ruizi, Ruizi, please speak when you receive it. How's the rescue going?"

The sun in the sky disappeared without a trace again, and Li Fanyu, who felt that something was wrong, contacted Wang Rui again to inquire about the progress of the rescue.

"The situation is not very good," Wang Rui quickly recounted the current rescue progress, "and Brother Fan, just now the rescue team in front sent back a message that a new round of sandstorms has formed." The rescue helicopter has been withdrawn,"

"What?" Li Fanyu was shocked: "Withdraw?! What should I do if the helicopter withdraws Lulu?"

Wang Rui's tone was full of helplessness, "The reply from the tournament team to CHTP said that they would wait until this round of sandstorms subsided before sending a helicopter to the rescue. Otherwise, the rescue team itself is in danger. According to the Kanlu group, this sandstorm is not as big as the previous one, only about 6-7 magnitude, and it seems likely to subside within two hours......"

Li Fan was anxious: "Wait two more hours? This guy has been missing for almost four hours now, and if you wait for another two hours, it will be six hours! The limited supplies for the motorcycle group are two sandwiches and 500 milliliters of mineral water. The intensity of the previous competition was so great, how long can she survive in the desert with this little thing?"

"......" Wang Rui on the other side of the phone sighed and did not answer.

"Ruizi," Li Fanyu thought for a while, and said into the satellite phone, "Send me the last GPS location of celluloid!"

……

At the same time, somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Like a giant turtle, celluloid struggled to use her two hands and one leg to pick at the sand that was constantly carried by the wind to herself, trying to swallow herself.

At this time, this eccentric girl has completely lost her previous aura. Relying only on the only remaining sense of survival and unwillingness, it lies in the power of nature to make the final struggle.

After more than two hours of severe pain, one of her legs had begun to go numb and even began to lose sensation. Blood flowed from the wound on his head, smearing the windshield of the helmet. The dried blood stains took on an iron-black color, making her already blurry vision even more limited.

"MLGB, hit my grandson, see how my aunt and grandmother come back alive to clean you up!

In a daze, about to lose consciousness, Celluloid thought.