His name is Meng Xiangxu, and he is an authentic Mongolian, speaking Mandarin with a Beijing flavor and a variety of tongue curling sounds. After shaking hands, we introduced each other, and after he knew our intentions specifically, he also said 1510, because most of the newspapers were detailed talks about the promoters of the event, and the introduction of the activities and ghost countries of the year, so I didn't know the inside story of many expeditions, and this is why I came here in person.

He pushed down my cigarette, thought about it, and said that it was the autumn of '15, and he received a notice from the newspaper that he was going to let him go alone to interview a joint Sino-Japanese expedition team. At that time, he didn't think much about it, and just went over, as the information published in the same newspaper, the initiator of Japan was a man named Ryunosuke Kashima. The initiator of China is called Ji Zuoren, and it is said that they met on Twitter, and they all belong to the kind of rich boys, and they are very interested in ancient civilizations, so they made an appointment to go to Russia to find the ghost country. They came from Lop Nur, saying that they were a professional expedition team going to Russia to find the ghost country.

"Lop Nur?" Why would they go to Lop Nur?

"That's right, it's Lop Nur, it is reported that they started from Beijing, to Dunhuang City, Gansu Province, and then Lop Nur and then here. They also showed me their route map. Of course, this picture is not here for me now, it should be in the newspaper, and I didn't publish it because of the limited space. ”

I nodded, and began to gradually shift the question to the point: "By the way, is there a man named Sheng Yiming in there?" ”

Meng Xiangxu blurted out almost without thinking: "It's a weak man!" I'm a little old, and I don't know why I run with those young people. ”

"You're very impressed with him?" For a reporter, there are countless passers-by who have interviewed, and after 3 years, it is impossible for him to remember a passer-by A or passer-by B casually.

Meng Xiangxu suddenly fell silent and was silent for a long time. At this time, the red light in front of the square turned green, the traffic began to surge, and the sound of the motors of those sports cars was infinitely amplified in the dead dialogue, and it seemed very noisy for a while. Because this is a national gate and there are no tariffs, luxury cars with that kind of people roaring can be seen everywhere. Finally, the sound of the motors stopped, and in a few seconds, they left a puff of smoke and dust and disappeared at the end of my vision, I pulled back my thoughts, and heard Meng Xiangxu sigh, and broke the silence myself: "You are his son, right?" It's been 3 years, and I've finally found it. ”

I thought to myself, why is this guy anti-guest-oriented? It also confused me.

Then he flipped through his backpack, and it seemed that there was something in the backpack for me to see, and perhaps he knew that one day I would come to the door, so he kept stuffing it there, and over time it became something at the bottom of the box. "The team that entered Mongolia for 15 years never came back!" Meng Xiangxu said to me.

"How do you know they haven't returned?" When I heard this from him, I shuddered and immediately asked questions, because I knew what the original meaning of this sentence was, that is, that all the people of the year might have died.

"Because I got a call from them on my phone."

"What do you mean? Are you connected? "Obviously, these are two conflicting words, the first saying that they died 15 years ago, and the next saying that they received a phone call. Could it be a call from hell?

"I don't know what that connection is." He smiled wryly and took out the voice recorder from his backpack and handed it to me, "There is a phone call that comes to my phone every year, and it shows the number used by your father. ”

I took the recorder full of doubts, pressed the switch, and a voice came out, the woods, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and the birdsong and the roar of the bear, followed by a squeaky sound, a voice came out, the voice was very weak, I couldn't hear clearly, like a call for help, I listened back and forth more than ten times, but the door was the first to hear it, he looked at me and said, "I don't want to die?" ”

Meng Xiangxu nodded, and then said: "I found someone to amplify this recording, and there was a slight sound of water in the recording, it should be at the water's edge in the forest, and I couldn't distinguish the human voices in it, but what he said was 'I don't want to die'." One year ago, when a friend of mine was visiting Lake Baikal, I heard from the Russians there that there were often seven or eight Asians in the woods by the lake, and those shadows lingered in the woods for more than a year. Of course, I don't mean that there is anything to do with it, I'm just providing clues from my side, and I've actually been investigating this matter. ”

He said and handed me a business card so that I could find out what to tell him later, or if I wanted to go to Russia, he could help.

Before parting, an important question suddenly occurred to me, asking him what do you think of the first impression of those expedition people? I asked this for only one reason, that is, I wondered if my father was kidnapped by those people, otherwise in the era of such advanced communications, he would not even call home.

Speaking of this, Meng Xiangxu pondered for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "The first feeling is like that!" The leader of the team is the boss. Forehead ······. Wrong. ”

Meng Xiangxu's memory was completely dug up, and he shook his head, "No, no." ”

"What's wrong?"

"They were pale, and they spoke a little stiffly, a little ······ It's kind of like a dead man. Meng Xiangxu sat down again and recalled the situation at that time, "The temperature here in Erenhot has a big temperature difference between day and night, and they were about to meet me at the hotel when the sun was about to set in the afternoon. In October, even at sunset, the temperature was in the twenties, but they were wrapped in down jackets and hats, but at the time of the interview, we were locked in a room, they didn't turn on the air conditioning, and it was stuffy like summer steam. Although I was hot, considering that they were outsiders, they might not be able to accept the temperature here, so I endured it all the time. ”

"Wait a minute!" I interrupted Meng Xiangxu's words, "Just the pale face doesn't mean that they are the ······ The dead man, right? Could it be that you are sick? ”

"No, no, those people······ They have ······· on them. Meng Xiangxu's eyes widened suddenly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell down one by one, at this time he seemed to have returned to the day three years ago, a pair of hands put on my shoulders, and said a Mongolian language coldly: "Corpse, толбо"

"What do you mean?" I held him up, "Are you alright?" ”

He waved his hand, said I'm fine, and turned around and walked out of the square.

I thanked him and said that there would be a connection. But he still didn't look back, I watched him walk across the zebra crossing, turned around and asked Zhou Xin, who had not spoken all along, what did that Mongolian sentence mean?

Zhou Xin looked at me and Menyue Bin and said, "Corpses and stains are the meaning of corpse spots. ”