Chapter Forty-Nine: The Desert Next Door Is Still a Desert
Chapter Forty-Nine: The Desert Next Door Is Still a Desert
The painting turned to ashes, carried away by the wind, and nothing was left.
The lake still lay on the blazing Lop Nur, shimmering with sparkling waves.
The plants stand silently, as if a multitude of life, without five senses, are watching us.
No one spoke, and everyone fell into extreme despair.
Bai Xinxin suddenly yelled at me and Zhang Hui: "Don't you two have long eyes? Why didn't you take a good look at it at the time? He actually asked him to exchange that woman with a fake painting, what should we do! β
Zhang Hui looked at Bai Xinxin and said, "Don't call it, we haven't seen that painting before, do you think we are experts in painting and calligraphy?" β
I said, "At that time, Linghushan had three things that made me believe him, first, he said that as the leader of the humanoids, he must swear to protect the humanoids transformed from humans, otherwise he will not be qualified to continue to be the leader - this is very true. Second, he said that it was through the monsoon that he learned that the people who rescued us had picked up the painting. And he admits that he imprisoned Monsoon because he wanted to steal the painting β which is absolutely true. Thirdly, he said that humanoids have laws and cannot reveal the location of that secret passage, otherwise they will be punished by the eighteen layers of hell - I think this is also true. β
Bai Xinxin said: "Everything is true, just this picture is fake!" β
I said, "This painting is fake, then there are two possibilities, one, Linghushan deceived us; Two, Bibi deceived them. β
Everyone was stunned.
Bai Xinxin reacted and asked me, "How does Bibi know the secret of this painting?" β
I said, "Bibi is very good at reasoning, and whenever he notices that someone is eyeing this painting, he will immediately use his long sense of smell to smell the abnormality in it." β
Pulp said: "You mean, it is very likely that Bibi deceived Midou with a fake painting, and after Midou took it back, Linghushan found that this painting was not real, so he used it to exchange hostages with us?" β
I said, "It's very likely." Perhaps, he changed Midou back just to let her go to Ruoqiang again and steal the real painting back. β
"Shouldn't we do something?" β
I said, "I can't do anything, I can only hope for Bibi, and I hope he can keep the painting." β
"We only have the last two packets of biscuits left......
I looked at a few of my teammates around meβ
The juice has lost weight, her lips are chapped, and her face is haggard.
Zhang Hui was already thin, and he couldn't see the change in his posture, he could only see that his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his two cheekbones bulged out high, clearly revealing the outline of the skull.
Meng Xiaoshuai has lost a lot of weight like the pulp, she looks taller, a little shaky, and there are a lot of bubbles on her mouth, which are layered, which is a rush to attack the heart. Her hair was messy and dull, and she no longer had the sheen she had when they first met.
Bai Xinxin lost the most weight, when he entered Lop Nur, he was 80 kilograms, and now he looks like 60 kilograms at most. The gold chain around his neck was gone, and the pirate tattoo seemed to shrink along with the muscles......
I couldn't see myself, I could only touch my desolate beard.
I said, "From today onwards, everyone will be given two biscuits per meal." β
Bai Xinxin said: "If you have to die, it is better to ......"
I looked at him.
He timidly avoided my eyes.
I said, "What's the better of it?" Go on. β
He lowered his head and said for a long time: "Anyway, we all have to die, it is better for someone to make some sacrifices......"
I said, "You mean conversion? β
Bai Xinxin said: "It's better to die than to live." β
I said, "Who do you want to make the sacrifice?" β
Bai Xinxin looked at Pulp Ju'er and Meng Xiaoshuai, and lowered her head again.
Meng Xiaoshuai said: "Bai Xinxin, you are a beast. β
Bai Xinxin said: "I just made a suggestion, and I didn't say that I wanted to drink your blood." β
Meng Xiaoshuai said: "Even if you ask me to drink your blood, do you think I will drink it?" I think you're dirty! β
I said, "Everyone is weak, stop arguing." We have been fighting for our lives, and even if we die now, we are not cowards, and we deserve our lives. β
After a pause, I added, "Besides, Little 5 and Bibi have not given up on us, and they will definitely enter Lop Nur again." From tomorrow onwards, we will only do one thing - take turns searching for them on our phones. As long as he saw Bibi, the first thing he said was to tell him to burn the painting. β
"When are they coming......?"
I said, "It's September out there, and they should be coming soon." β
All day, everyone huddled in the tent and stayed up for a long time.
The three of them, Meng Xiaoshuai, and Bai Xinxin, were obviously physically exhausted. Physically, they are severely undernourished, and mentally, the only hope for today is lost, and they have lost their pillars.
I know that Zhang Hui has also reached the limit. Still, he held on.
I was dying myself, my limbs were weak, I walked shaky, I was dizzy and my ears were ringing.
In the evening, I stayed in the tent with Pulp, she lay and I sit.
I touched her head and asked, "Are you sick?" β
She said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing." β
I handed her a bottle of water and said, "Drink it." β
She shook her head and said, "I can't drink it." β
A wave of sadness welled up in my heart.
Pulp said: "Zhou Dedong, do you think we have come to an end?" β
I said, "As long as you can still ask that, it means that we are not at the end of the road." β
She said, "Don't pretend, I can see that you can't stand it either." β
I said, "I'm fine, you're okay, trust me." Even if we don't have the physical strength, we still have the spirit. Do you know how great the power of the spirit is? I'll tell you two examples β there was a psychologist who did a test with a death row inmate, and he tied the death row prisoner to a board, blindfolded, and reached next door with one hand and told him to bleed him until he died. Then, the psychologist tapped the tip of a knife on the arm of the death row inmate, and then there was a dripping sound from the next door, and soon, the death row inmate went into shock, and after some time, he gradually stopped his heartbeat. The second example is that a boy in the United States repaired his car at home, and the jack fell over, and the boy got stuck between the body and the wheels, and he was about to die in the blink of an eye. When his mother found out, she immediately rushed over, lifted the side of the SUV with both hands, and shouted for help. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the neighbors arrived and finally rescued her son...... We need to discover the power of the spirit. β
"Your hair has grown, your beard has grown, your face has darkened, your eyebrows have become heavier, your eyes have become bigger, and your arms have become thinner," said Pulp...... Only one thing hasn't changed, do you know what it is? β
I said, "I don't know." β
"Your voice." Everyone is dumb, only your voice is still so loud. β
I said, "Really? I can't hear it myself. β
"Do you still have the strength to sing to me?" β
I said, "Yes, as long as you're willing to tip." β
"Well, then you can sing me a song." β
I took the guitar and pulled it up. I've found that I'm a little bit out of the strings.
I sangβ
β¦β¦
I'm a knife
The city is a sheath
It's a bit crowded on both sides
Teach me the acrobatics of survival
A little hostile before and after
Teach me the meaning of love
I'm a knife
The city is a sheath
There was a black rumbling all around
It seems to be a mother's **
There is nowhere to stab when you stand up
Silence is the personality of the knife
Dear city
Dear city
I love your lights
I love the popular beauties you have all over the streets
I love your competition, your stimulation
I love your noise, your mystery
You make me more real
When I was done, I said, "I've been writing this song for years, and it's not very good, but at least it's something you haven't heard." β
Pulp didn't speak.
By this time it was already dark.
I reached out and touched her face, and she cried again.
I said, "Tears are moisture, don't waste it." β
"In these last days, I feel so happy to hear you sing. β
I said, "When you go out, I'll take you to sing KTV and brush up on the night." β
Pulp said: "KTV...... It's too far away. β
I said, "It's not far away, it's all over the street." β
"Where is the street?" β
I said, "The street is in the city." β
"Where is the city?" β
I said, "The city is next door to us." β
At night, I stood guard.
I actually felt like I didn't need to stand guard anymore, but I pushed myself to make a look. Otherwise, a few other people will think that we have completely given up and are dissolved.
We can give up everything, but we can't give up life.
With the knife in hand, I walked to the sandy slope and sat down.
The moon is not white, and the night wind is half-obscured.
Thinking of my comforting words, I laughed myself in the dark.
Next door to water is grass, next door to people is people, next door to a city is a city, and next door to a desert is always a desert.
I would love to lie down in the desert, close my eyes and go to sleep.
However, there is a rational nerve that tells me that you can't fall. You have to keep your eyes peeled and watch over this seemingly empty world.
Death was hovering in front of me, waiting to take me away. He was a midwife from another world.
I could even smell his breath, much like paper ash.
I just sat there, I knew I wasn't awake, but I wasn't asleep either, I couldn't tell what state I was into, but I was happy, happy.
In the desert, a figure approached me.
I didn't raise my vigilance, I don't know who told me, anyway I knew she wasn't an enemy.
Sure enough, she was getting closer and closer, and I saw her wearing a red shirt with blue shoulders and long black hair.
She is a dress dancer.
She walked up to me and said quietly, "Boss Zhou, do you still know me?" β