Chapter 4: The Mysterious Notepad

We used a rope to pull a straight line, and after walking less than 20 kilometers, we actually went around to the vicinity of Xuergo's grave!

That is, if we don't leave the camp and hold up the binoculars, maybe we can see their camp in the monsoon.

Once again, I felt the murderous aura of the Ecstasy. It seems that pulling the rope still can't get out of this hellish place.

I suddenly had little hope of leaving this haunted place. And Linghu Mountain brought me the rumor of "Lost Courage Slope......

I said to Juice, "You and Monsoon can make lunch for everyone, I'm going to finish a story." ”

Pulp said, "Uncle, are you still in the mood to listen to the story?" ”

I said, "An unusual story." ”

Back in the tent, Ling Hushan said, "What's wrong? ”

I said, "Go ahead and tell your story." ”

Linghushan continued.

The Han closed the eyes of the Mongol and buried him in sand.

At this point, a man of unknown origin disappeared in the desert. Now, only the Han Chinese and another person of unknown origin remain. Of course, for Koreans, Han Chinese are also people of unknown origin.

The North Koreans took out a map of Lop Nur from their pockets and spread it out in front of the Han Chinese. He drew a circle on the position of Loulan with his finger, and then pointed in the direction he had just explored, and nodded vigorously, as if telling the Han people that Loulan was over there.

The Han people looked at him alarmingly.

Three people are exploring the way, and it happens that he is in the right direction?

The Han people did not believe it.

If this North Korean is lying, then where is he going to take himself?

At present, the Han people have no choice but to follow him, if they can't see Loulan all the time, he will escape by night as soon as it gets dark. He believed that the North Korean would not be able to outrun him. He noticed that the other person was wearing leather shoes and he was wearing sneakers.

Two people who did not have a common language walked forward together.

The Han Chinese always walked behind the North Koreans, keeping a distance of 3 meters. If he suddenly turned around and attacked, the Han people still had a chance to escape.

The sky in the desert darkened slowly, like a dying person who refused to swallow his breath.

The Han Chinese also walked very slowly.

Finally, it was completely dark, and the world suddenly became small, except for the footsteps of two people trampling on the sand.

The North Koreans never said anything, and they never looked back, just walked quietly forward.

It was pitch black ahead, and the Han people were planning to flee.

As soon as he made up his mind, the North Korean suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned around and looked directly at the Han Chinese, who could only see that his eyebrows were black and mushy, like two deep wells. In the distance, a horse's neighing sounded, as if to foretell something.

The Han people gave a cold war and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The North Koreans did not speak, and walked towards the Han people step by step.

"What's wrong with you?" The Han asked again. At this time, he had forgotten that the other party could not understand his words.

The North Koreans still did not speak, and continued to walk towards the Han Chinese.

"What do you want to do!" The Han felt a great horror and cried out as they retreated.

The North Koreans suddenly said in pure Chinese: "You, go, ask, horse, let." ”

The Han people turned around and ran.

There are no roads here, there are roads everywhere here. The sand is so soft that one foot sinks into it, and it's hard to run fast.

I don't know how far he ran, the Han man stopped abruptly, listened with his ears pricked up, and strangely, he didn't hear the footsteps of the North Korean, he didn't seem to catch up.

He looked back, and the darkness was so endless that he couldn't see the North Korean even if he was standing 3 meters away.

So, he turned and continued to run. At this time, he had completely lost his sense of direction, like a headless fly, rushing left and right in the desert, feeling that the North Korean was everywhere in the darkness!

He had no hope of running out of the desert, he just wanted to get rid of that short figure.

After more than an hour, the Han people really couldn't run, and when they saw a sand dune, they sat down and gasped for breath. There was a dead silence all around. It was impossible for the North Korean to find him, and in this desert where no fingers could be reached, as long as the two men were separated, they would never meet again.

After sitting for a while, a thick sleepiness struck, and the Han people's eyelids were like two pieces of gummy glued together, and they soon fell asleep......

In the dream, the North Korean suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Han wanted to stand up and fight, but his limbs were numb and he couldn't move.

The North Korean stared at the Han man viciously, slowly unbuttoning his clothes, revealing a thin belly with a long cut on it, black and mushy, like a special door. He reached in and pulled out a rusty short knife - his body was a scabbard!

He raised the bloody short knife and looked at it, showed a strange smile, and suddenly raised his hand and plunged it into the stomach of the Han man......

The Han people woke up suddenly.

At this time, the moon had risen, and a dark shadow crouched in front of him, looking directly at him.

The head of the Han man exploded with a "boom" - he is not the North Korean, the North Korean is not so tall! He's the Mongol!

The Han looked left and right in horror, and saw the wooden plaque, and the ghostly pale golden horse, which was still slowly gnawing on the grass in the desert. The sand dunes that the Han people relied on were the graves of the Mongols, and this massacre-killed Mongol climbed out of the dunes!

At this time, the Han people felt that their stomachs were cold, and the night wind seemed to be pouring in. He looked down - there was a bloody cut in his stomach, and his intestines flowed out, two or three meters long. A short knife was thrown on the ground.

A friend of the Han people had throat cancer and had his trachea cut in his throat, and he told the Han people that his breathing was open and frighteningly smooth...... For the first time in 33 years, the door of life for the Han people seemed to be opened, and he immediately felt something like that friend.

He didn't know if he was dead or not.

While retracting his beloved intestines into his stomach, he asked unwillingly, "Why did you kill me?" ”

The Mongol replied to him in pure Chinese, and he said word by word: "You, go, ask, horse." ”

Then the Mongols disappeared into the night.

The Han staggered to their feet, carrying the short knife, and ran across the desert.

He had been disemboweled, his blood had flowed, but he was going to find the North Korean.

In the vast desert, there is even more hope of finding him than finding Loulan. However, as long as he has a wisp of consciousness, he will not stop searching.

He threw away his backpack, which contained a seagull camera, water, and a wallet. The camera was useless, and it was impossible for him to develop on film; The water is useless, his stomach is leaking, and the water will flow out; The money and food stamps were useless and turned into candy wrappers......

After dawn, the Han people finally saw the big slope again, and saw the dark plaid suit again.

The North Korean seemed to sense the danger, and he never looked back, walking as fast as he could. However, the Han people soon approached him.

He heard footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, and was forced to stop, turned around, and shot a pair of eyes viciously at the Han through his white-rimmed glasses. The two men confronted each other silently. Of course he knew what the Han were going to do, and he had thought the same thing last night.

The Han overestimated the combat effectiveness of the Koreans, and in fact, it took him only half a minute to kill him.

The North Koreans lay limply on the desert, kicked their legs, and stopped moving, like a skinny pig.

The Han Chinese made a cut in his stomach, carefully hollowed out the internal organs, shoved the short knife into it, and then buried him with sand. His tomb was much smaller than that of the Mongols.

The North Koreans have not closed their eyes.

The Han people sprinkled sand on his body, and in the end, his body was buried, revealing only two spectacle lenses, and below them were two bloodshot eyes, staring fixedly into the air.

In the dark distance, there was the sound of an animal snorting, and it must have been the lonely sweaty horse.

The Han man said to him in a low voice: "No matter what the problem is, you can only ask the horse." ”

Then he buried his eyes with the last handful of sand.

The sun rose, stretched out, and suddenly became much higher.

The Han man only had that notepad left in his pocket, and he wrote everything he had experienced before and after death on the notepad.

Then he chose a place on the slope, dug a deep sand pit, lay down in it, grabbed the sand, and lifted it on himself......

Years later, a convoy of nine people crossed Lop Nur, and in the evening, they came to the bottom of the slope and set up camp. A man wandered around the camp and found the arm sticking out from under the sand, the muscles were rotten, and he picked up the notepad not far away, flipped through it, and immediately ran back to the camp.

After reading the contents of the notepad, the others were so frightened that they quickly pulled out the tent and left......

After listening to this story, I asked Ling Hushan, "Do you believe it?" ”

Ling Hushan said: "I'm not playing soy sauce. If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't have come to Lop Nur. ”

I said, "Why do you believe it?" ”

Ling Hushan said: "Because my father was a member of the nine-person team back then. ”

I said, "He told you?" ”

Linghushan said: "If he were still alive, I would not risk my life to find the truth." ”

I said, "He'...... Passed away? ”

Ling Hushan said: "Only one person in their convoy ran out, and he brought the notepad out. ”

I said, "When did this happen?" ”

Ling Hushan said: "I was 13 years old when my father was killed. ”

He's 25 now, and that was 12 years ago. I have read the introduction of Lop Nur many times on Baidu Encyclopedia, and no one mentioned that 8 people died in Lop Nur in 2001. It seems that there are too many events that the world does not know about Lop Nur.

I said, "Wait, didn't you say you planted grapes with your parents?" ”

Ling Hushan said: "That's my stepfather, the one who escaped back then. ”

I said, "Oh. ”

Ling Hushan suddenly said: "My mother is very beautiful. ”

I immediately sensed that there was a deep meaning in what he said.

Ling Hushan continued: "I don't know if my father was killed in Lop Nur, I have had an ambition since I was a child, and when I grow up, I must enter Lop Nur to see if I can find that big slope ......."

I said, "Have you seen that notepad?" ”

He said, "I'll take it with me now." ”

I said, "Can I take a look?" ”

He didn't say anything, and pulled out an old notepad from his satchel. I carefully took it and flipped through it, almost passing out - it was my father's notepad.