After a night's rest, the group decided to set off the next day into the heart of the real Rob Desert.

When everyone gathered for dinner that night, Xiao Ling suddenly noticed that on the top of the beam, a big hand was quietly suspended there, motionless, shrouded below, and the chandelier above penetrated the big hand, looking very white.

Xiao Ling was terrified, his face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't eat anymore.

Zhou Kesheng said in a low voice: "What's the matter?" He noticed that something was wrong with Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling looked up, his lips trembling.

Everyone also stopped eating and looked up.

There was only a chandelier on it, emitting a soft white glow, and beyond that, there was nothing.

Xiao Ling swallowed his saliva, looked at Zhou Kesheng, and suddenly understood that only he could see the big hand that seemed to be real and illusory.

"Here we go again." Xiao Ling said these three words with some difficulty, he understood, Zhou Kesheng must understand.

Sure enough, Zhou Kesheng's face changed slightly, and he stood up and said, "Let's go back to our rooms to rest, and bring the food back to your room to eat if you haven't eaten well, don't stay in this room." ”

Although the others didn't understand what was going on, Zhou Kesheng still had a certain prestige among the crowd, and it was the leader of the scientific expedition team this time, hearing him say this, everyone stood up one after another and went back to their rooms.

Xiao Ling and Zhou Kesheng were in the same room, but fortunately, they didn't see the big hand in this room, which made Xiao Ling feel a little at ease.

The room was very shabby, with two single beds, a table and chairs, and two large camping backpacks placed on them, these were the equipment assigned to Xiao Ling and Zhou Kesheng, and they would each have to bring a camping backpack when they set off tomorrow.

At night, the wind and sand outside grew stronger and stronger, and the wind howled.

Xiao Ling tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, listening to the crackling sound of the doors and windows being blown away, but where could he sleep, he felt that the house seemed to be shaking slightly, and he was afraid that if the wind was a little stronger, he would uproot the wooden house.

Xiao Ling couldn't sleep, and Zhou Kesheng was also a little uneasy, sat up from the bed, looked out the window, and muttered: "This weather is a little abnormal, and the difficulty factor of entering the Luobu Desert has increased again." ”

Suddenly, there was a terrible cry in the distance.

Xiao Ling's face changed color and said, "Dean Zhou, what kind of voice is this?" ”

Zhou Kesheng said: "It's the sound of wolves howling, there will be wild wolves in this area at night, but they don't dare to approach here, don't worry." ”

Although he told Xiao Ling not to worry, his brows furrowed tightly.

The wind and sand outside were getting bigger and bigger, the doors and windows were shaking violently, and the whole house was shaking slightly, Zhou Kesheng stood up in his clothes, and his face showed uneasiness that could not be concealed.

The sound of the wolf howling became clearer and clearer in the howl of the wind, and it was clear that the wolves were approaching them.

Xiao Ling also got up busily.

Zhou Kesheng said: "Don't be nervous, it's okay, don't run around here, I'll go out and have a look." ”

While admonishing Xiao Ling, he carefully opened the door and walked out.

Xiao Ling was the only one left in the house, under the dim light, the wind howling outside became more and more intense, the light bulb hanging above was shaking, Xiao Ling's uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, an ominous terrible premonition came to his heart, and he was enveloped by a panic and uneasiness.

After Zhou Kesheng walked out, it was as if he had disappeared, he couldn't hear anyone's voice, all he heard in his ears was the howling wind.

Suddenly, there was a "whoop", and the window on one side could not withstand the strong wind, so it was suddenly opened from the outside, and a strong wind poured in from the window, and suddenly a stack of papers placed on the table was swept away by the wind and flew all over the room.

Xiao Ling hurriedly got up, the cold wind that blew in was biting, the face was cold, the wind was howling indoors, and it was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything.

Xiao Ling braved the biting cold wind to hide his face, moved out of the open window, grabbed the window hard, and closed it again, only then did he let out a long breath.

In just a few moments, the room was filled with blown paper and a mess.

Xiao Ling picked up all kinds of papers that were blown away on the bed on the ground, and suddenly accidentally saw a photo that was blown away and fell on Zhou Kesheng's bed.

Seeing this photo, Xiao Ling's heart was shocked, and his scalp suddenly contracted for a while, as if he had been energized, and then, a creepy feeling came up.

There are eleven people in the photo, standing in a row, each with a smile on their faces, and several posing for a photo with scissor hands.

Xiao Ling has seen these eleven people, and ten of them are Zhou Kesheng, Li Zhibao, Sun Tao, Pang Yan, Hu Shengzhe, Wang Weiguo, Zhang Shuang, Song Jifu, Wang Lei and Yu Tingting, and they are also the companions who will go deep into the Luobu Desert together this time.

Xiao Ling didn't know when this photo was taken, and the clothes worn by the ten people in the photo were not the same as their current clothes, so it obviously wouldn't be taken now.

This is an ordinary-looking photo, he has also seen the ten people in the photo, there is nothing strange about it, what really makes Xiao Ling feel creepy is the eleventh person in this photo.

This is a young man who is only about twenty years old.

It looks full of sunshine and vitality, like the rising sun.

This young man looks exactly like Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling's eyes were round, holding the photo in both hands, trembling slightly.

He couldn't remember when he took this photo with Zhou Kesheng and Li Zhibao.

The background of the photograph is very desolate, it is a fissure in the earth formed by the annular rock, which is supposed to be a group photo taken somewhere in the Rob Desert.

He can be sure that the person in the photo is himself, and there is no way that there are two people in the world who are exactly the same, but Xiao Ling has no impression of this group photo, including the clothes he is wearing in this photo, and he has no idea at all.

"Isn't that me? Is there really a person in this world who is exactly the same? But why did he take a photo with Zhou Kesheng in the Luobu Desert? And these ten people are the ten people who will be traveling with them on this trip, this ...... It's such a coincidence......"

The more Xiao Ling thought about it, the more strange he felt, and an inexplicable sense of fear surged up.

He seemed to be caught in a fog of the unknown, and little by little, the darkness was eroding his heart, disintegrating his consciousness, and making his mind a mess.

The wind howled outside more and more violently, the wooden room was shaking, and the light bulb hanging above was also shaking, dragging his shadow long and slowly swinging, like a ghost with teeth and claws.