My scalp exploded.

Pulp didn't know that there was another her buried underground. She stood in front of her grave, closed her eyes and felt that through the thick sand, she actually said that she saw her own reflection in a trance......

I wonder if there is such a possibility that she actually knows who is buried in the ground, and she is acting.

In this case, the slurry in the ground should be the real slurry, and she is indeed dead. And this pulp on the ground is copied, and the soul has become vicious......

I said, "Don't scare me!" To go or not to go? ”

Juice finally left the grave and walked slowly with me towards the tent, turning back as we went.

The flashlight shone in front of it, and the grave was black and mushy.

As she walked, she seemed to cry.

By this time I was already approaching the tent, and I was afraid of alarming the monsoon, so I lowered my voice and said, "I don't understand, why are you crying?" Now that you're alive, you should be happy. ”

She also whispered, "Well, don't say anything, go to sleep." ”

Monsoon still woke up, and after we got into the tent, she got up: "Boss Zhou, give me the flashlight." ”

I said, "You're going to the toilet too?" ”

She said, "yes. ”

I said, "Do you want me to follow you?" ”

Monsoon said, "No. ”

Pulp's voice was a little hoarse: "Monsoon, I'll go with you." ”

Monsoon said, "Not really. ”

Then, she went out.

While the monsoon was away, Pulp asked me again, "Were you crying at that time?" ”

I said, "When?" ”

Pulp said, "When you bury me." ”

I thought for a moment and said, "When a person is overly sad, he can't cry." ”

Pulp leaned over and kissed me on the face in the dark. I felt it, there were tears on her face, so cold.

Then she lay down and said nothing.

The monsoon returned, and I lay down in the dark, and the tent was quiet, except for the sound of the wind pushing the tent canvas.

I'm sleepy, too, but I'm holding on.

Tonight, I must transfer Pulp's corpse. We don't know how long we're going to stay in this place, and Pulp does have Superhuman sense, and maybe she'll dig that grave up one day.

My eyelids are like magnets that attract each other, stubbornly joining together again and again.

I had to get myself spirited.

I can't always play the guitar and rock 'n' roll.

Think of something exciting......* The picture must have a heroine, so, in my imagination, who is the heroine? I'm really embarrassed, I won't say anything if I kill me.

Okay, my blood is surging all over my body, and I'm really not sleepy.

I fantasized for more than half an hour that Monsoon and Pulp must have fallen asleep, but I began to indulge in this YY and was too lazy to dig a grave.

No.

I supported my body with the tips of my fingers, moved my body at the speed of a snail, and it took me more than ten minutes to climb out of the tent.

I felt a sapper shovel near the tent and walked about half a kilometre from the lake. I'm going to dig the grave first, then move the body, and I don't want to spend much longer with the rotting slurry.

The sand was soft, and I quickly dug out a bunker that could fit into a person.

Then I went back to the lake, to the grave of the syrup and began to dig. I didn't turn on the flashlight, for fear of being spotted by the two girls in the tent. I dug deeper and deeper, getting closer to the pulp's body, and my movements became lighter and lighter......

I bought an archaeological toy for my daughter Meixi, which was a square plaster with a terracotta warrior lying inside, and we had to use a small shovel to remove the plaster from the periphery little by little, and finally dig out the terracotta warrior intact.

We were very careful to damage the terracotta warriors inside, but we still messed up and lost one of his ears......

Now I'm digging for slurry, a lot like that game.

I sapped a sapper shovel into something soft, it was the body of the pulp, and I began to dig slowly around her.

Eventually, the sand around Pulp was scooped up, and I jumped down and picked her up. It was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but she didn't smell bad, and her body was relatively soft.

I gently set her aside, took out the towel I had prepared in advance, put it over her face, and began to fill the grave with sand. After filling it in, I piled up a grave bag, which was similar to what it used to be.

When I had done this, I glanced towards the tent, and I was afraid that a dark figure would appear staring at me......

No one.

I picked up the body and left the lake and walked to the sand pit I had just dug up.

I turned on the flashlight, and the ground was covered with golden sand, and the wind blew out a pattern like water patterns, which was beautiful. It's just that I stumbled around for a long time, and I still didn't find the sand pit I just dug!

It's broken.

I was at a loss in the desert with the juice in my arms.

Could it be that she was the one who made it all up? Did she just want to go back to my arms and never leave?

I looked down at her face, through the white towel, and didn't know what her expression was.

I can only keep looking.

Thankfully, I saw that bunker. With such a small range, I turned a little bit just now.

I immediately walked to the bunker, put the juice in, and scrambled to bury the sand. I found that I still subconsciously buried her body first, and then buried her face......

After filling the bunker, I hesitated. Should we build a grave bag for her?

If a grave bag is piled up, she will ask if the juice goes to this place, and she will ask - how did a grave bag pop up here?

If I don't pile up grave bags, the wind will soon wipe out my footprints as soon as I leave, and I don't even know where the juice is buried......

Eventually, I looked around with my flashlight and finally found a large rock, which I brought over and pressed on top of the slurry as a marker. The shape of this stone is very peculiar, triangular.

Okay, I can finally go back to sleep.

At that moment, I jerked my head up - in the distance, there were two moving lights! The light is white and the halo is blue.

OMG!

Someone is passing by!

My heart suddenly jumped with excitement and worry. I quickly crouched down and stared at the two lights.

They were about half a kilometre away and I heard the engine, it were two motorcycles! They were about 80 meters apart, and their headlights were bumpy and they struggled to walk.

Obviously, the motorcyclists didn't see the lake, they didn't see our tents, they seemed to be passing by, and they were about to drive over!

My guess is that they are not humanoids, and humanoids should not be able to drive motorcycles.

They shouldn't be Linghu Mountain and Baozhu, Linghu Mountain and Baozhu know about this lake.

So, who are they?

Travelling to Lop Nur? So far, I have not heard of anyone riding a motorcycle through Lop Nur. Moreover, even if someone takes the risk, it should be a motorcycle team, and it can't be just two people.

Anyone who appears on Lop Nur at the moment is suspicious.

Before going to bed, I wanted to turn on the headlights, thinking that if someone came to our rescue, I would see the lights. I thought about it later and didn't do that. Now, I'm glad I didn't! Our tent was hidden in the darkness and did not expose the target.

I looked at the Big Dipper in the sky, and the two motorcycles were heading south.

Just let them pass?

I hesitated.

What if they come looking for us?

What if they are lost travelers?

The motorcycle drove by, and I suddenly stood up and shouted, "Hey! ——”

They didn't hear it, and kept going.

I turned on my flashlight, drew large circles, and continued to shout, "Hey, hey! ——”

The first motorcycle finally stopped, but the rider didn't turn off the engine and seemed to be looking at me. The second motorcycle gradually drove behind him and also stopped.

I continued to shake the flashlight: "Here we are!" ”

Two motorbikes finally drove towards me.

I don't know if it was a mistake to stop them, and now I can't change it.

The two motorcycles are getting closer and closer, and the lights are glaring.

I grabbed the flashlight in one hand and reached into my pocket with the other hand and grabbed the shocker.

Two motorcycles stopped in front of me. I stood in front of the headlights like a criminal, shielding my eyes with my arms. The flashlight was so weak that I turned it off.

They were two people, both wearing helmets.

They didn't come over, and the tall man took off his helmet, got on his motorcycle, turned off the fire, and asked me, "Who are you?" ”

I said, "My surname is Zhou, we are here to travel, and we are lost." ”

The tall man said, "You guys? How many of you? ”

I said, "Three." ”

The other short man also took off his helmet, and he didn't speak.

That's when I regretted it. In this desert without people, I actually recruited two strangers with unknown roots!

What if the other person is not a good person? It's just me as a man with two weak girls!

It's like a jungle here, whoever is strong is the king. This was evident in my conversations with them, the tall man's tone was even a bit aggressive, and I had only the right answer. If Zhang Hui and I were together, and there was only one of them, then the situation would be reversed.

To turn the tide, I asked, "What do you do?" ”

The tall man didn't answer me, he continued to ask, "What is this place?" ”

I wondered they didn't know what this place was!

I said, "O Lop Nur! ”

The tall man thought for a moment: "Where are there villages and towns or something?" ”

I said, "This is no man's land, where are the villages and towns!" ”

The tall man muttered, "No man's land? How big is it? ”

I said, "100,000 square kilometers." ”

The tall man said: "100,000 square kilometers without a single person? ”

I said, "Except for us." ”

The tall man turned his head and glared at the short man dissatisfiedly, "Where the did you take me!" ”

In a friendly tone, I asked, "Where are you from?" ”

The tall man got off the motorcycle, and the man was extremely strong. "We may have gone the wrong way," he said......

The short man added: "We are here to buy goods from Xinjiang. ”

The tall man walked up to me, and I instinctively stepped back. At this time, I saw that this man was in his 20s, very tall, with triangular eyes, a hairy mustache, and some black spots in the middle of each tooth, which were connected like dirty braces.

He looked behind me, "Is that a lake?" ”

Before I could answer, he asked, "Is that your tent?" ”

I said, "Yes." ”

He looked at me and asked, "How many of you?" ”

I said, "Three." ”

He said, "Are they all men?" ”

I hesitated for a moment and had to say, "No, the other two are girls." ”

The tall man looked back at the short man and said, "We're lost too, let's go with us." ”

I'm still not sure, "Where are you from?" ”

The tall man said, "Wu Cheng, have you heard of it?" ”