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Soon we came to the temple, and I was so nervous that I looked inside the temple, and there was nothing, the heads were long gone. After walking a few kilometers further, I finally came to the camp, and what was even stranger was that the camp was also surprisingly quiet, lifeless, and there seemed to be no one.

"What about people?" Batu gave us a stunned look.

On the other side of the camp is the narrow lake, but now the narrow lake is not narrow, the mountain on one side has collapsed, the water level has risen, and the lake is much wider than the last time we visited.

When we walked into the camp, we found that a lot of equipment was there, the generators were still working, and the lights in a few tents were still on, but the only ones that were missing, except for the people, were also living utensils. There were several extinguished bonfires in the camp, and the stones that supported the pots were still there, but the pots were gone.

"It's weird." The guy who took us into the mountain said: "When I left a few days ago, people were there, why are they gone in a few days?" Are they all on the ground? ”

The beard leaned in: "Have you ever seen someone who went to the ground with a pot?" Go to the tomb for mutton? ”

Jin Abacus looked up at the sun slanting to the west, and said, "Batu, take someone to look around, whether you find it or not, you must come back before dark." ”

Batu agreed, and ordered more than 20 guys to go separately to find it, I saw that the golden abacus frowned, as if he was worried about something, and I felt strange in my heart: "Old man, how many people did the iron chopsticks bring in total?" ”

Jin abacus said: "Not much, they are all people from the ninth stream, and they are the number fifty people." ”

I secretly estimated that the little fifty people, plus the more than twenty people who died in the sinkhole before, then there are only about twenty people left, these people can't disappear out of thin air, will there be any other changes?

"Old man, could it have something to do with the heavenly machine?" Thimble asked tentatively, and Jin Abacus shook his head: "The iron chopsticks are measured, it is impossible to put everyone on for the sake of heaven, most of the equipment is here, it is estimated that they will come back, we will wait in the camp tonight." ”

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Batu and the others returned to the camp one after another, looking depressed, saying that they had searched for several kilometers in a radius and did not even look at a ghost.

The golden abacus is silent, let everyone go to the fire to cook first, and continue to look for it at dawn tomorrow, this sinkhole is more than ten miles in circumference, the trees are high and the forest is dense, and it is convenient for Tibetans to find people, so they will send more people to expand the search scope tomorrow.

The beard poured urine into the lake, shook it, and said, "Don't just look for it on the ground, people may all go into the water." ”

Batu said angrily: "They are not Wang Ba, it's been a long time, can they hold it in the water for so long?" The beard squeezed Batu at every turn, which made him a little unhappy.

Beard smiled: "I really know there's a good place to go underwater, how about it?" Don't you believe in tonight's appointment? ”

Batu groaned, turned and went into the tent. I suddenly remembered that the good place to go underwater that Beard said was a water hole, and if they went into the water with iron chopsticks, it was very likely that they would rest there, thinking that I was just about to open my mouth, Beard immediately poked me and whispered: "Don't say anything as soon as you know something, why are you so worthless?" ”

Thimble glanced sideways at me and asked, "Concern, do you know anything?" ”

"He knows a." Beard hurriedly said, and Thimble looked at Beard suspiciously and said, "He has something to say." ”

I snorted, and the beard hurriedly grabbed the words: "He was suffocated by." ”

"Damn!" I slipped into the tent in frustration.

The thimble was a little hot: "What are you hitting?" I didn't ask you. ”

Hu Zi smiled: "From now on, I will speak on behalf of concern." ”

The thimble was bored, and went back to the tent in a huff. Night soon fell, and I pulled open a crack in the tent to see that it was beginning to get hazy outside, and it was foggy again.

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