I said, "I see, you mean that the people of Bogda were not all destroyed in that earthquake, but that there were many survivors. But instead of staying on the grasslands, the survivors migrated to a place in Tibet. ”

Ruoyu nodded, "This has been confirmed, I believe you have thought of it, because the Tibetan tribe we went to is the descendant of Bogda." ”

I said, "That's now, but how did you come up with that before?" ”

Ruoyu said, "I can't tell you this, because how are the two connected?" Who came up with the secret of both? I don't know! ”

I thought for a moment and said, "But you still haven't told me why you came to me?" ”

Ruoyu said, "With so much information in front of me, it is not difficult to associate." My guess is that your group of twenty people encountered something in Lop Nur, because of this change, you were collectively transferred to another dimension, which is called the parallel world of the zero dimension. In that space, you should not have reached Bogda, at least it is a place closely related to Bogda. This has been proved by Tang Jiaxing's diary. This is why Yan Yan and Tang Jiaxing died in the Bogda area 900 years ago. It can be inferred from this that the rest of the group must have stayed in Bogda as well. That's when you came into my sight. As the only person in our space who exists in the tour group, can I think that you were transferred to another space with all the people in the tour group, that is, you also stayed in Bogda. It's just that for some unknown reason, you later returned to our space. In this case, should I think that you and Bogda are related? Taking a step back, you also know a lot about Bogda. This is further confirmed by your behavior in that tribe. ”

I said, "I have to be worthy of the richness of your imagination." But all this is just your guess, and you don't have direct evidence to prove it, right? ”

"But now I can prove that my guess is not wrong." ”

I said, "Not necessarily! Even if your guess about the tour group is correct, if you do what you said, our tour group of 20 people encountered an accident in Lop Nur, and this change moved us to another space collectively. Am I going to be left behind when something happens? Or simply have any kind of reason to leave the team, which happens to be wrong with this turn of events? I didn't encounter any changes at all, and I never went to another space. Not to mention that for some unknown reason, I later returned to our space. Because all along, I stayed in this real world and never left. Believe it or not, it's just the way it is! ”

Ruoyu narrowed her eyes and stared at me tightly, staring at me so that I felt uncomfortable all over my body. She said, "In terms of time, 10 days is enough for you to cross half of Lop Nur on foot from the time you set out from Lochung." In my later investigation, I checked the records for a month, and there was only a record of your arrival when you left Luozhong, and there was no record of your arrival in the counties and towns around Lop Nur. If I'm not mistaken, your reappearance was a year later. It didn't appear near Lop Nur, but somewhere in Tibet. So, can you tell me where you were during the year? What did you do? ”

Ruoyu's series of questions made me stammer. Her words reminded me of Lop Nur that year, and of the black storm in Lop Nur that still haunts me to this day. I knew in my heart that that experience had changed me almost dramatically. Although my heart was extremely reluctant to think about this, I even tried my best to forget Lop Nur and everything that happened in Lop Nur. Over the years, I've pretty much done it. If Ruoyu hadn't mentioned it now, I wouldn't have thought about these things anymore. The matter of Lop Nur has long since become a long time ago in my consciousness, as old as the previous life.

But what Ruoyu said has no trace in my memory. I said, "I can't answer your question because I don't know the answer either." What I can tell you is that we were in Lop Nur that year, and something did happen.

Now, I have to admit that the Lop Nur night walk, which we painstakingly planned, proved to be unfeasible in the face of the reality of Lop Nur. Perhaps the existence of Lop Nur is a hellish experience given to travelers by the heavens, which cannot be avoided at all. In the daytime, Lop Nur can no longer find a place where the sun does not shine, making people feel like tormenting in a furnace for a day. Lop Nur taught us what it means to be hot. At this time, the ground in Lop Nur could not be sitting, and the surface temperature was above 70 degrees Celsius. It is to put the egg on the ground outside, and after a while it will be cooked. Since the body squanders water so quickly, it takes a lot to replenish it. As long as you take a mouthful, most of the bottles of mineral water will inevitably disappear. This is still a deliberate control of how much water you drink in a day. Before leaving, we did a lot of calculations, but we didn't calculate that the temperature in Lop Nur would consume so much water in the human body. The scorching heat of Lop Nur made it impossible for us to control the amount of water we drank in a day. But the hundreds of kilometers of Lop Nur are no-man's land, and there is no water source along the way. Lop Nur has a volatile climate change with huge temperature differences. The day is the height of summer, and the night is winter, no wonder there is a legend of eating watermelon around the fire. Although I was curled up in my sleeping bag at night, I still felt the biting cold on my face and arms exposed outside my sleeping bag. The boundless cold was pervasive, freezing people's hearts. We walked through the saline-alkali land, walked through the Gobi Desert, and walked into the desert. Until one day drinking the last sip of water in the last bottle of mineral water. After that, it was even more difficult for us to walk.

On that day, when we were exhausted, we saw in the distance clear rows of houses, most of them bungalows, the tallest buildings were only three or four storeys, and there were tall poplar trees between the buildings, typical of a town on the edge of the desert. At this moment, we were ecstatic, thinking that the heavens were pulling us in the dark, allowing us to inadvertently and successfully cross Lop Nur. But it soon became clear that this was nothing more than a mirage in the desert. ”