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It was a dried corpse, sitting reclining in the corner of the wall, the skin and flesh of his face were all shriveled, his eyes bulged out, his lips contracted, revealing a row of blackened teeth.

When I saw that it was a dead body, I felt a little relieved, and after a closer look, he was holding a small dusty notebook in his hand, and a carbon pen in his right hand, and it seemed that he was still writing before he died.

I squatted down and blew the dust off the notebook, it was a leather notepad, the skin had been completely cracked, it was estimated that this person was still writing a suicide note before he died, and he might have something to say to his family, or what last wishes to be confessed. Since those signs have led me here, I am also fated to him, and if I can get out alive, it would be good for him to bring a message to his family.

Thinking about it, I picked up the notepad and flipped through it to see that there were some traveler's logs inside. It seems that he is also an explorer, a man who has traveled many places and told many wonderful and incredible stories.

The stories of those adventures were full of ups and downs, and I watched them with relish, but when I looked at them, I felt a little strange, and his font was very familiar to me, and it seemed that I often saw it somewhere.

Thinking about it, I looked at the face of the dried corpse again, but unfortunately it was already unrecognizable, and I couldn't distinguish the appearance at all.

Where have I seen this style? When I was out of my mind, I recalled the handwriting with my name written on the ground, and when I looked down, my brain suddenly buzzed, like five thunderbolts, and my whole body trembled, because I knew whose handwriting it was, and it was my handwriting! I began to write not good-looking, and then the iron sand mouth gave me a copy of Song Huizong's thin gold, I imitated it as if it was not like, the handwriting is more special, it is difficult for others to imitate, at that time I also blew with the iron sand mouth, saying that I have a unique way, created a new font.

However, the words on the notepad in the cadre's hand turned out to be exactly the same as mine.

Ever since I started on this path, I've always taken a notepad with me to record these incredible experiences of myself, and I can't help but wonder, am I already dead? Now I'm a lonely ghost, looking at my corpse in a daze? My appearance is reasonable, how can I become such ugly when I become a corpse?

Think about me, I'm a spirit, impossible, I haven't experienced the stories that this person has written, he is definitely not me, but why is his font exactly the same as mine?

Who is he? I flipped through the notepad with trembling hands, trying to find his identity on it, and at the end, I saw that he had recounted his last experience, which was half a month ago, when he came to this Gobi and was trapped in this withered poplar forest.

His experience is similar to mine, and he was separated from his partner by those strange voices calling his name at night, and I couldn't help but feel my heart hang in my throat when I saw this, big brother, did you also hear someone shouting about you? Will you also be called Xiao Guan Ye? But he didn't write it.

When he found himself separated from his companions, he began to leave arrow marks on the trees in the forest, hoping that his companions would find him. I couldn't help but pat my head, yes, why didn't I think of such a direct solution? But he felt that this method did not work, and he left a lot of marks, but his companions were like evaporating from the world, no one saw the marks, and he did not find the marks left by his companions.

So, he slowly gave up meeting his companions and began to try to get out of the forest, until he had exhausted all his food and water, and could not take even a step out of the forest, and the poplar forest was like forgotten by the world, and he could not get out of it.

However, during this period, he figured out the origin of the sound, in this forest, there are heavenly stones everywhere, every night, when a strong wind blows on the Gobi side, the wind erosion mountain will make a sound, these stones will resonate with the wind erosion mountain, and also make some strange sounds, and he also deduced that these stones have a certain magnetism, forming a magnetic field, will record some sounds, for example, when someone calls someone's name, it will be recorded, and wait until the middle of the night to resonate with the wind erosion mountain, The person's name will be played along with the strange sounds.

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