Early the next morning. The convoy set off again.

Left this small village called Lan Tso. Further into the depths of the Gobi. It's a no-man's land where there's nothing on the map. Other words. There is not even a basic road that has been rolled out by a car. Under the wheels. It is a dirt and road condition that no one has reached for decades or even hundreds of years. Or worse. The so-called off-road vehicle. I was trembling to drive on such a road. Because you don't know if there will be stones or deep pits under the dust of the Gobi. The Lord Dolma had to rely on the wind-eroded rocks and river valleys to find signs of progress. This keeps the convoy from approaching the steep slopes near the rocks.

Lieri rì when empty. Plus extreme bumps. Those who were in high spirits at first were almost immediately crushed. One by one, people were basking in the sun. At first, there were people who were racing. Later, they all lined up obediently.

In the so-called expeditions and qualitative exploration activities. Activities in the desert are quite different from jungle or ocean exploration. There are abundant resources available in both the ocean and the jungle. Other words. As long as you have the skills to survive. On both sides you can survive for a long time. But the Gobi Desert is the complete opposite. Over here. Some only have sand. Even if you have three heads and six arms. You can't find anything in the desert on your own that can sustain life. That's why almost all of the Gobi Desert is called "the dead". And Aning, they are all the first time to enter this kind of party. Inexperienced. This setback is predictable at this point.

I was also dazed by the sun. Look at the yellow dust billowing outside. There is already a desire to retreat. But yesterday the Lord Dolma sent me a message to me and the bottle of stuffy oil. It made me push myself to make up my mind. Thought of last night. I felt an unspeakable pressure again.

It is among you.

Who is it?

In Wen Jin's notes. He has mentioned many times that he has been avoiding the search for "it" for the past twenty years. What the hell is this? And what makes me care. Why use "it" instead of "he/she"? Is this "it" among us. Not human? It's an uncomfortable speculation.

Just entered the route of no man's land. We are walking along a dry river. The original Qaidam basin was the square where the rivers gathered. Most of the rivers originate from the snowy peaks of Tanggula and Kunlun. But climate change in the last decade. Many large rivers are turned into the lower ones. Not to mention the small river channel. We drove at the bottom of the riverbed. Found half-human tall artemisia grass everywhere. It is estimated that there has been no water passage here for two or three years. In a few more years. The river will also disappear.

Wait three days to reach the end of the river. The Gobi will become a desert. However, the desert in the Qaidam basin is not large. They're like specks one by one. Dotted in the center of the basin. Ordinary herders do not enter the desert. Because the devil lives in it. And there is no grass for cattle and sheep to eat. Lord Dolma said to bypass the desert. It was the Yanshan Pass where she and Wen Jin's team were separated back then. There was a large strange stone there. It's like a huge city gate. So it's easy to find. Further in. It is the place where the desert, the sea, and the salt marsh meet. These things devour each other. The appearance is changing day by day. The most experienced guides did not dare to go in either.

But Anin, they have GPS. They weren't worried. Although Tashi kept reminding them. Machines are going to break. Especially in the Gobi, where the temperature difference between day and night is more than 50 degrees.

Two days after driving along the river. There was a strong wind. If it's in the desert. This wind is definitely a trade wind that kills. Fortunately, on the Gobi. It can only raise a large cloud of yellow sand. The distance between our cars is not more than 100 meters. Visibility is almost zero. The speed of the car has also slowed down to the minimum standard. After driving against the wind for half a day. The car and the driver reached the limit at the same time. Nothing to see. Nothing can be heard. Radio is also unreachable. I can't drive it anymore.

The Caucasians did not give up. Later, however, We have no way of knowing if the car is moving. Or where to move. He had no choice but to stop. Turned to the side to the wind, preventing sand and dust from entering the engine. Wait for the wind to pass.

The car was almost shaking in the wind. The windows of the car rattled with sand. And we don't know about the other cars. It's a terrifying feeling. I looked out the window. It was a surging black sè. You can tell that there is a thick sand outside. And not when it gets dark. But there was no way to wait in the car for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, the wind was getting stronger again. I felt the whole car vibrate. It looked like it was about to fly.

The Caucasians showed the god of fear. He looked at me and said, "Have you ever been in this situation before?" ”

My heart said how could it be. Look at the way he panicked. And he comforted him, and said that he was relieved. The weight of the Land Rover definitely protects us. But I've just finished speaking. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Something seems to have hit the Land Rover. Our car shook throughout. jǐng announcers were all bumped.

I thought there was a car behind that couldn't see the road and hit us. Busy with his eyes on the window. The Caucasians also came to see.

The black sè on the outside is even richer than before. But because sand and dust are solid. So when you scrape something, it leaves a silhouette. If there is a car. You may also be able to see the headlights of the car.

However, there are no lights in sight outside. I'm wondering. But the Caucasian suddenly screamed. Grab me and look back. I turned my head. I saw the sand and dust outside the car window on the other side of us. I don't know when. A strange shadow appeared.

The black shadows outside the car window were blurred. But apparently the affixed windows were close. Barely looking. It seems to be a figure. But under such a strong wind. How could anyone walk outside. Isn't this a search for death?

We haven't been surprised yet. And the shadow moved. He seemed to be fumbling for the window. Looking for a way to open it. But the Land Rover's sealing xìng is excellent. He fumbled for a long time but couldn't find a gap. Then. We saw a face pressed against the window. The lights in the car illuminated his goggles.

I found out right away. That's the kind of goggles that Anin and they're equipped with. Immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The heart says who this bastard is. What did he get out of the car with such a strong wind? Could it be that it was his car that hit us just now?

The person outside the window also saw us in the car. Start knocking on the window. Point to the car door. It seems to be in a hurry to get us down. I looked at the weather outside. The heart said that Lao Tzu didn't do it!

I haven't thought about it yet. Suddenly, the shadow of a man with goggles appeared on the other side of the window. The man was on the lamp. Also knocking on the car window. Both sides knocked very quickly.

I don't feel good. Something seems to be wrong. Maybe they wanted to get us down and help. So he also found a cloak and goggles and put them on. The Caucasian took out two miner's lamps. Twisted it up and handed it to me.

The two of us took a deep breath. Open the door firmly. In an instant, a cloud of sand and dust poured in. I'm ready though. But it was still blown back into the car. Hold your foot against the door to keep it closed. The second time, I used up my strength to eat nǎi. I got out with my head down. He was dragged out by the outside holdings. And the Caucasian who got off the car on the other side was directly scraped down. His shouting and scolding was blown more than ten meters away. All around was the sound of the wind stirring eardrums and the sound of dust rubbing in the wind. It didn't sound very loud. but drowned out all other voices. Including the sound of our breathing.

As soon as his feet fell on the Gobi outside. I sensed something was wrong. How did the position of the face be raised? Bow your body vigorously to avoid being blown down by the wind. I shine a miner's lamp on my car. I was dumbfounded. I'm cāo. Half of the wheels of the car are gone. The body is inclined to thirty degrees. The part that reached the pedals was already in the sand under the riverbed. And the car is still slowly sinking. It seems to be a bed of quicksand. No wonder the car can't drive no matter how it drives.

There are no cars. We're done. I panicked. Busy going up and carrying the car. But found a step into the edge of the car. There was a force that dragged my feet down. Like a whirlpool in water. I jumped away. At this time, the person who knocked on our window just now grabbed me. Make difficult gestures to me. Said the car couldn't help it. Let's get out of here. Otherwise, you will also sink.

He's tightly wrapped. The mouth is wrapped in a cloak. I know he's talking at the same time. But I couldn't hear anything. I don't know who he is. But what he gestures to convey is the truth. So I nodded. Ask him where he is going with a gesture. He pointed to our rear bonnet. Let me get the good stuff. Then he made a gesture of moving his hands forward together.

This is the sign language of diving. It means searching. It seems that many people in the car do not get out of the car. Surely they didn't know that the car had driven into the quicksand bed. We had to go all the way to inform them. Otherwise, these Land Rovers will turn into their iron coffins worth more than a million. I nodded at the man. made an OK gesture. He opened the back cover of the car and took out his equipment. Almost hunched. Hunchback to do this simple thing. At this time. My ears have been numb. There seemed to be no sound around. There was silence. It's a bit of a silent movie. A three-dimensional silent film.

When the lid of the car is closed. I saw that the back of our car was recessed. It seems to have been rubbed by some behemoth. I remembered the vibration in the car. So he shone it around with a miner's lamp. Yet nothing can be seen. There was only the shadow of the Caucasian urging me to go quickly.

I gathered my mind. The heart said that maybe it was a stone that was scraped over. He followed the shadows and curled up behind.

Walked more than eighty meters. I feel more than eighty meters. Maybe much more. We see the lights of the next car. The car has its nose cocked. Let's go up. Jump on the front of the car. It was found that the people inside had run out. We found them more than 10 meters behind the car. One of the goggles fell. The eyes are full of sand. Screaming in pain. We form a wall of wind. Wrap his eyes in a towel.

We helped him up. Keep going. Soon another car was stopped. The three guys in the car were playing cards. We jumped on the roof of the car for a long time and they didn't respond. Finally I smashed their glass with a stone. At this time, half of the car was already under the riverbed.

After dragging them out. The wind was so strong that even the stones on it were blowing. From time to time, bullet-like lumps passed in front of our eyes. Give it a hit and you're done. There was a man whose goggles were struck by a flying stone. The bridge of the nose was covered with blood. Someone gestures and says no. There is danger in going further. We had to stop the search for the time being. Duck down to avoid the stones.

Several people took hard things out of their gear. I took out a stainless steel lunch box and put it in my face. The Caucasians took out his Bible. But it's not in place yet. And the wind swept away the pages. All at once all the paper was shattered into paper waddling rolls and disappeared. All that was left in his hand was a fragment of the cover of the black sè.

I laughed at him. Raise your voice and shout: "You must be a pirated copy!" "I'm not done yet. A rock hit my lunch box. Sparks splash. The lunch box is already eating the strength of the wind. I can't catch it at once. Scratched out with a spin. Gone without a trace.

I was scared half to death. If it hits the head. That's blood. You can only hold your head tightly. The side which I strongly close.

This time. Suddenly, there was a light all around. A scorching flash flew past us. We were all taken aback. My heart says I'm cāo. Something so fast. Before I could react. Three more bright lights flashed ahead. Speeding towards us. It's all around us again. Then I smelled a familiar smell. That's the smell of magnesium burning at high temperatures. I immediately knew what the flash was—it was a flare for the wind.

I couldn't help but be furious. The heart says what a bastard. Which pig is in this weather. Place a flare on the upwind outlet. Are you afraid that the wind will not kill us, and you want to burn us? A fireball with a speed of more than 160 kilometers per hour and a high temperature of 1,000 degrees. If you hit it, I'm afraid you'll be killed instantly.

But think about it. I knew something was wrong. This group is very well trained. How could it be messed up. In the expedition. Flare flare is a form of communication that is only used in times of emergency. Because it spreads too widely. High ammunition consumption. Generally only in the event of great danger. Or it can be used when the communication object is too far away. Now in such harsh conditions. They even used flares. That should be something going on up front.

I glanced around at the people. They all think the same way I do. I made a gesture. Got the three uninjured people to their feet. We're going to go there. If they need help. Or someone was injured. Not to be without helpers.

It's not a matter of walking the talk. Or the errand of personal heroism. As soon as I stood up, I was hit in the shoulder by a rock. We all carried the bag to the front as a shield. Adjusted the compass. Walk in the direction where the flare is coming from. At the same time, beware of flares that suddenly appear.

After walking for a while. We don't know if we're going in the wrong direction. But it's more than a hundred meters away. We saw three cars surrounded by each other. But there was no one in the center of the car. Already left. We searched around the car. No one was found either. But the equipment in the car was not taken.

The car is sinking. We opened the back cover of the car. The heart said that at least the things should be rescued. Just when I was about to climb into the car. Another flare flashed. Swept past far away from us. This flash. We found that the flaring was on our left. It's not very far from us. It looks like we're going in a crooked direction. Or the person who made the shè was moving on his own.

We carry our gear. It's very tiring, though. But then the wind will not easily blow us. Ours has stabilized the pace. Walk towards the side where the flare is firing. Walking. Walking. We were amazed to see it. In the billowing sand and dust ahead. The silhouette of a behemoth appeared.

In the wind. We hunched over. Hold each other through the sand mist. Look at that huge silhouette. It was all very unexpected. I forgot all of a sudden, whether I should move on or not.

The Caucasian on the side gestured. Ask me what it is. This guy has a habitual xìng thinking. It's that he's in China now. Then I am Chinese. Ask me anything you encounter in China.

I shook my head and told him not to be stupid. I don't have a bottom in my heart.

Normally. No doubt. Less than two hundred meters in front of us. If it weren't for a middle-aged Ultraman. It should be a huge rock. This is something that anyone can think of right away. But our way here is a flat river. I didn't see such a tall mountain rock.

Where did this rock come from? Could it be that we have collectively lost our minds? Didn't see it? I said in my heart. And I know it's impossible. First and foremost, we were all the way around looking for this rock. Because we need yīn cool square rest. The dorsal side of this mountain rock is a must for any expedition to rest. And the usual Gobi. There are not many isolated rocks like this. So if there is, we will definitely pay attention.

But I can't do that much now. Such a big mountain rock. It's a great place to shelter from the wind. Those flares. Maybe it's a notification that we've found shelter from the wind.

I began to lead the way towards the rocks. Soon I felt it obviously. The closer you get to the rocks. The less windy it is. The more strength you use, the more you use it. Halfway through the run. I could already see the lights of five or six miner's lamps flickering ahead.

I was ecstatic. Run wildly towards the lights. Brave the wind. One foot deep and one foot shallow. However, it ran for a long time. The light didn't seem to be coming any closer to me. Fucking so far. I thought to myself. One side is already jīng exhausted. Slowed down. Greet people on the side, etc. I feel like something is wrong.

But I looked back. I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. There are still people around me. There is only rolling sand and endless darkness in front of and on the left and right.