Chapter 3: The Legend of the Fallen Slope

Zheng Taiyuan.

Things are getting more and more complicated.

We were in a closed pickup van and met a member of the expedition team, who said his name was Zheng Taiyuan. This person knew Su Hongjun, the husband of Bubu in our team, so I trusted him.

He said that they plus the Soviet Red Army, a total of 7 people. They entered Lop Nur to look for manganese ore, and found that their teammates had died inexplicably one after another, and in the end, only he and the Soviet Red Army were left, so he and the Soviet Red Army fled from Lop Nur together.

As he walked, he saw a child appear in front of him, and he didn't have time to brake, so he hit the child, got out of the car to check, but did not find the child's body.

He continued to drive forward, exhausted, and stopped to rest. I found a child's mouth in the crack of the air conditioner, red and red, blowing outward, as cold as the air conditioner, and then he fainted......

He joined our team, and as a result, the fraudster Li Zhao went crazy and was then killed. At the same time, Zheng Taiyuan disappeared, and he is suspected of major homicide!

Now, another member of the scientific expedition team appeared in front of me, and he said that their scientific expedition team also had 7 people, and only 1 person died, and that person was Zheng Taiyuan......

I don't know who to trust anymore.

I didn't talk to Wu Min, I know his situation, his relationship with Pulp Juice and Meng Xiaoshuai is too tricky, I don't know how they will solve it in the end.

I didn't find Zhang back. He's not here to play, he's here to do official business.

I didn't look for Jiang Mengxi either. She is Bai Xinxin's person, there is privacy between them, and I don't want to get involved.

I called Linghushan into the tent again.

His hair was thick and brown, and although his beard was cleanly shaven, he could see a thick stubble, a high nose, deep-set eyes, and fair skin.

I don't know why, he reminded me of the "Yingpan Beauty" unearthed in Lop Nur more than ten years ago, the dried corpse was a sensation, and the media said it could be compared to the "Loulan Beauty".

Archaeologists speculate that the "Yingpan beautiful man" died at an age of about 25 years old and was more than 180 centimeters tall.

His burial place belongs to the mountain country, one of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, about 200 kilometers away from Loulan. Judging from his "mansion", this person's family should be very prominent - the patterns on the coffin are very exquisite, and the colors are bright and solemn. He wears a mask on his face and wraps cloth around his limbs. No burial objects such as wood or sheep bones were found in the coffin, and his clothes were unique, with a lion pattern with a strong Greek style......

Through chatting, I know that Linghushan's determination to come to Lop Nur is the greatest.

Even if he didn't meet anyone else, he would come alone, and even planned to cross it on foot.

At that time, he had already followed the improvised dirt road pushed by the bulldozer and came alone to the small town of Lop Nur on the edge of the Triangle of Death. The so-called small town is just a few tin houses, with horse lanterns hanging on the roof, no hospital, post office, no ** organs, only a hotel, three tents, and bunks. The draft of that place has to be drawn from other places, and water is as expensive as oil. There are only 5 people in the whole town, which can be described as the first town in China.

He didn't expect to meet Monsoon them. Monsoon and their team happened to pass through the small town of Lop Nur and were about to enter Lop Nur, so he joined them.

There was also an accident in the middle - a car got stuck in the sand and couldn't climb out, so Linghushan went to dig under the wheels and accidentally slipped and fell, and it happened that the car rushed out of the sand and ran over Linghushan's left leg. Luckily, there was soft sand underneath, and if it was solid ground, his left leg would have been broken.

Everyone hurriedly checked Ling Hushan's left leg, but it was only a large bruise, and there was no bleeding. However, Linghushan could no longer stand, and he screamed in pain.

The human calf has two bones, one is the tibia, and next to it is a thin fibula. Ji Feng probed with his hands, thinking that his fibula was bent, and wanted to take him back to Dunhuang to the hospital for examination.

Linghushan can't live or die.

Due to the inability to walk on Fox Mountain, the team had to camp and rest in place. It has always been Monsoon to take care of Linghu Mountain, she lives in a tent with him, gives him a cold compress on the first day, and a hot compress on the second day, supplements him with calcium and protein, gives him blood-invigorating medicine, and chats with him......

Except for accompanying Linghu Mountain to the toilet, it is all made by the monsoon.

Four days later, Linghushan was finally able to walk, and the team continued to set off.

I asked Linghu Mountain, "What kind of clan are you?" ”

He said: "I am Han Chinese, a real Han Chinese. ”

This took me by surprise. But I believe that his ancestors must have had Europa ancestry.

I asked him again, "Have you worked?" ”

"I grow grapes at home with my parents," he says. ”

I continued to ask him, "You're a local, have you ever heard of Ecstasy?" ”

He shook his head: "I've only heard of Shame Slope. ”

I said, "What do you mean?" ”

"Maybe it's just a legend," he said. ”

Then, Ling Hushan told me about the "Lost Courage Slope Incident......

Many years ago, there was a Han man who got lost in Lop Nur.

He ran around and saw a huge sloping landscape. There is a wooden sign on the slope, which stands out in the bare desert. There was a living creature next to it, like a horse.

The Han people ran up to see, and it was indeed a horse, pale gold. Could this be the legendary Bloody Horse? It is said that this kind of horse sweats like blood and was produced in the ancient Dawan Kingdom, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent troops to attack the Western Regions twice in order to obtain it......

The horse looked around.

The Han people looked at the words on the wooden plaque, it was very strange, and they didn't recognize any of them. He stopped in frustration, not knowing whether to continue walking.

Even though it's April, the surface temperature is already very hot, and occasionally a red willow or two can be seen. It's the season of red willow blooming, and the flowers are so bright that it feels ominous. In some places, plants such as Rhizopus and Rob Huang grow sparsely, and they look ugly. Compared to the vast desert, these sand-fixing plants are too small. The desert devours the soil and spreads forward like a devil......

The Han people wanted to take the horse away as a foot force, and when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, they could kill it and eat meat and drink blood.

The Han approached it and rode it tentatively, and it leaped forward and suddenly ran wildly. It ran so fast that the Han man staggered on horseback, like a bullfighter, and screamed again and again, and the horse ignored it, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally the Han man was thrown down.

When the Han people looked up, they saw the wooden sign.

Why didn't it leave the wooden sign?

The pale golden horse stopped not far away, turned his head, and looked at him as he shook his horse's mane.

The Han people looked at it and suddenly had a kind of fear - how could a horse suddenly appear in this lifeless desert? What does it have to do with that wooden sign?

As he was pondering, two people appeared in the distance, an adult and a child.

In this death zone, it is suspicious for anyone to appear.

The Han people stared at the comer.

Little by little, they got closer.

One of them had a big beard and a very red face, like a Mongol. He wears a black top hat, a black jacket, corduroy pants, and a pair of large hands with thick hair.

The other was not a child, but he was very short, as tall as the chest of the Mongols. He wears a dark plaid suit and a pair of delicate white-rimmed glasses. He is of Korean ethnicity.

Next, the three of them communicated like this-

The Han Chinese do not know Korean, but they know a little Mongolian, so he was born in Durbot Mongolian Autonomous County. The Mongolian man didn't know Chinese, but he knew a little Korean, and his wife was of Korean ethnicity; The North Korean didn't know Mongolian, and he didn't know Chinese. That is, the Han and the Mongol can barely talk, the Mongol and that North Korean can also communicate roughly, and the Han and that North Korean cannot communicate, and if he wants to talk to him, he must translate through the Mongols.

The other two said that the two of them had just met. They all came to Lop Nur to explore, and they all got lost.

Han Chinese and Mongols conversed in Mongolian.

The Han pointed in the direction of the wooden plaque and asked the Mongols, "Do you know the characters on the wooden plaque?" ”

The Mongols said, "I don't know." ”

The Han people said, "It must be unlucky." ”

A hint of doubt flashed in the Mongolian man's blue eyes, and he looked at the Han inquiringly, thinking that his Mongolian expression was wrong. The Han man rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made a dead expression.

The North Korean didn't speak. He couldn't understand Mongolian, he just tilted his head and observed the expressions of the Mongols and Chinese.

The Han people didn't want to snub him, so they lowered their heads and said to the Koreans in Mongolian, "Hello, sir." ”

The Mongols translated to the Koreans.

The North Korean immediately bent down and said a word of Korean very politely.

The Mongols said to the Han Chinese, "He asks you to take care of me." ”

The Han Chinese asked the Koreans in Mongolian, "Which direction do you think Loulan is?" ”

After the Mongols translated to the Koreans, the Koreans pointed in the direction of the wooden plaque and said a few words in Korean.

The Mongol said, "He thinks it should be over there." ”

The Han asked the Mongols again, "What do you think?" ”

The Mongol pointed in the opposite direction of the wooden sign: "I think it should be over there." ”

The wooden sign is on the left side of the Han people, and he feels that Loulan is not in the direction of the wooden card, nor in the opposite direction of the wooden card, but directly in front of him. He said, "Well, the three of us will take this wooden sign as the center point, and we will explore the way in three directions, and we will come back here before dark." If one of the three directions is right, then we can find Loulan, and if we find Loulan, we will find the coordinates, and we will probably be saved. If all three directions are not right, there is no doubt that we should go in the last direction together. ”

The Mongolian language level of the Han people is very average, and it took him a lot of effort to express these meanings clearly. The Mongols also had a lot of effort to understand the meaning of the Han people. Then, with great difficulty, he translated it to the North Koreans.

The Mongols and Koreans unanimously agreed with the Han Chinese proposal.

So, the three of them went their separate ways.

The Han people walked more than ten kilometers by feeling, and there was always reckless yellow sand in front of them, and they never saw the shadow of the ruins of Loulan. He didn't dare to go any further, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to find the wooden sign, so he returned the same way as agreed.

The wooden sign appeared in the distance.

There are two dark shadows underneath it, and it seems that the Mongols and Koreans have returned. The Mongol must have been exhausted, he lay on the desert, motionless. The North Koreans sat next to him, looking into the distance, like a statue.

The pale golden horse was still wandering not far away, and the setting sun gave it a long shadow.

The Han people hoped that someone would bring back good news, so they ran over quickly. When he came to the two fellow refugees, he was stunned - the Mongol was dead! His face was pale, and his blue eyes were fixed on the sky, with a little doubt, a little despair, and a little sadness. His abdomen was slashed once from left to right and again from top to bottom, forming a complete cross. His blood stained a large patch of sand red, and it was no longer shed.

When the North Korean saw that the Han had returned, he quickly stood up, his face full of unease.

The Han people took a step back and stared at the bespectacled North Korean, terrified in their hearts. He was so short, how could he kill a tall Mongol? Where is his murder weapon hidden?

"You...... What are you killing him for? The Han man asked tremblingly.

The North Koreans babbled and spoke a bunch of Korean, as if to justify.

Finished.

The Mongols died, and in this desert where no one was left, only the Han Chinese and this Korean, and now, they could not understand each other's language, like two animals. Not being able to communicate is a terrible thing, especially in this special environment, which will only make each other more suspicious, more estranged, and deeper hatred.

The North Koreans gestured vigorously, as if to say that by the time he returned, the Mongol was already dead. Then, he touched all over his body, as if to tell the Han people that he did not have a murder weapon.

The Han people believed him a little. But if he hadn't killed the Mongol, who would it be? The Han people looked down and immediately became vigilant again - the yellow sand on the ground is all over the ground, and a knife can be buried anywhere!

The North Koreans understood the Han people's eyes, and he lay on the ground and dug around frantically. The Han man watched him quietly for a while, and finally walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and shook his head again, meaning: there is no need to do this.

The North Korean seemed to suddenly think of something, and he slowly stood up and stared at the Han people's backpack. Yes, it is also possible that the Han Chinese will return early, kill the Mongols, and then leave......

The Han man smiled bitterly, put his backpack on the ground, and took out a seagull camera, notepad, kettle, wallet and other items from it. The North Korean began to look at his pockets again, and he had to touch himself from top to bottom. The eyes of the North Koreans relaxed a little.

The Han people looked around, and apart from the wooden sign, there was only the pale golden horse of unknown origin in the desert, which was flicking its tail and munching on the grass with its head down, occasionally snorting, and not interested in the life and death of human beings......

At this time, Pulp Juice ran in, and she said to me and Linghushan, "Sorry, sorry, excuse me......"

I asked her, "What's wrong?" ”

She said, "Come out and have a look!" ”

The story is not over yet.

I walked out with her, she handed me the binoculars, I looked in the direction she pointed, and after looking for a long time, I finally saw a bulging sandbag, and I asked her, "What is that?" ”

She said, "Don't you see something up there?" That's two fragrant pears and a piece of naan! ”