"I'll start with the strange things that happened to me."

After a long silence, Lin Chen chose such a sentence to continue the topic.

"Where is Xia Xue's body?"

The two spoke tacitly at the same time, Zhu Beichen thought about it, maybe it would be more appropriate to use a skeleton.

She said: "The package was postmarked on January 10, and it was actually delivered to the Ruoqiang County Post Office on January 9. ”

Zhu Beichen said: "If you want to say what this means, maybe the package was handed over to someone else to deliver it before she entered Lop Nur." ”

Without explanation, Lin Chen took out a diary and something wrapped in a worn-out newspaper from his backpack.

Xia Xue's diary!

Zhu Beichen took the diary, and after getting Lin Chen's acquiescing look, he began to flip through it.

A quarter of an hour passed, the thick diary was flipped to the last few pages, and he selectively skipped through Xia Xue's diary by date.

Finally, he closed the pink-covered book in shock, and fell silent.

The last diary was recorded on January 11.

Someone deliberately tricked and wrote this diary in advance.

Or is it that when the diary arrived at the post office, Xia Xue was still constantly recording the events that happened every day in the notebook.

And it's impossible!

Diary:

On January 11, 2006, as of today, we have lost contact with the outside world for more than two days, and the last call in the morning was seriously disturbed by radio waves when we contacted Lin Chen.

Perhaps it was at that time that we realized that the expedition team had completely entered the hinterland of Lop Nur.

What we saw before was not a Han Dynasty beacon, and we collectively hallucinated.

……

A long list of ellipses appeared at the end of the diary, filling the remaining blank pages, and Zhu Beichen didn't know what happened to this team later.

Now he understood why Lin Chen was scared!

"What's in the package you sent back?" Zhu Beichen asked.

"An ancient sword, a diary, a jar of things." Lin Chen said.

She then opened the newspaper wrapped in the object, and inside was a short, rusty bronze ancient sword, the specific dynasty was unknown.

The diary is now in Zhu Beichen's hand, and there is a line of words clearly written on the first page of the diary, short and concise, and the handwriting is scribbled and slightly hasty: handed over to Zhu Beichen.

"And a jar, what is it?" Zhu Beichen asked.

"It's ashes!" Lin Chen's spirit instantly withered a lot.

"Whose ashes?" Zhu Beichen asked.

"Xia Xue's!" Lin Chen's tone was indifferent.

On January 10, a cardboard box containing three items was couriered from the Ruoqiang County Post Office.

The recipient is located in Coal City University, Attn: Lin Chen.

Xia Xue sent her ashes!

Lin Chen's backpack had a lot of things hidden in it, and when she opened the bits and pieces on the outer layer, Zhu Beichen saw that there was a small bottle of white pills inside.

A palm-sized ceramic jar was taken out and presented in front of Zhu Beichen, Lin Chen's hands were so white that there was almost no blood, and the moment he took the jar, he unintentionally touched it, and his hand was cold.

Zhu Beichen asked: "Are you sure this is Xia Xue's ashes?" ”

He couldn't believe that a woman sent her ashes on the 10th, and she was still talking to Lin Chen on the 9th.

So whose skeleton did the rescue team bring back?

Lin Chen said: "I can't be sure, but the small label attached to the urn indicates the owner of the ashes. ”

Zhu Beichen's scalp began to tingle, and his cowering hand stretched out in the air and did not dare to take the ashes of this jar, what was even more difficult to accept was the fact that Xia Xue was dead.

Lin Chen's expression became complicated, and his deep-set eyes were full of fear: "From the day I learned that the scientific expedition team was killed, I felt scared, and I often found that there was always a pair of eyes staring at me behind my back when I walked on the road. Everywhere I went, she was always behind me. Until recently, this feeling has become more and more intense. ”

Fast forward to February, and that fear is quietly changing.

Lin Chen had a premonition that he would die quietly in a corner of the school in the near future, and sometimes he even wanted to escape the city.

She began to suffer from insomnia and had to rely on medication every day to force herself to fall asleep.

Until this instinct of death approached, and the person was tortured to the point of emaciation, the drugs no longer made her feel calm.

"Whew!" Zhu Beichen gasped, the temperature in the north in February was still below freezing, and the breath quickly formed a faint mist, and Lin Chen's haggard face gradually became unreal.

She said, "I'm going to die, I have a hunch, and if I don't see you in these few days, I won't be at ease." I don't have time to figure out what happened to Xia Xue in Lop Porne, she loves you very much, and I hope it will be up to you to solve the mystery in the future. ”

Zhu Beichen said: "Why do you feel that you are going to die? ”

She said: "A woman's intuition, maybe everyone has this intuition before they die, I can't escape it." On the contrary, Lin Chen felt that this was a relief, he no longer had to endure the hardship of being unable to sleep at night, and he no longer had to worry about the shadow hiding behind the night.

"Death is not the end, but the beginning!"

This was Lin Chen's last words to Zhu Beichen, and his cold tone didn't seem to come from the mouth of the girl in front of him.

Her back is very much like a person, and a person's name comes to Zhu Beichen's mind: Ouyang Ying.

Holding an urn in his left hand, Xia Xue's diary in his right hand, and a bronze sword placed on the bridge shelf.

A note fell from the title page of the diary, measuring 80mm*80mm.

There were eight names written on the note, two of which were familiar to Zhu Beichen, they were: Xia Xue and Ouyang Ying.

This is a list of deaths, and the rescue team recovered eight skeletons from Lop Nur, and Ouyang Ying is among them.

In the gloomy grove next to the south gate, two figures swayed.

Ning Yun said, "Girl, don't you trust your uncle? ”

July said: "No, I just think Beichen is a little weak to speak tonight, but I trust him." The girl has a problem. ”

Ning Yun said, "En? ”

July whispered: "This girl is dying, and the dying person will unconsciously exude a dense aura that is imperceptible to the naked eye." ”

"Let's go, I don't want Beichen to know, he is scheming, he will think more about me."

July turned around and walked towards the south gate, and Ning Yun packed up his footsteps and followed.

On the bridge of Xinyue Lake, Zhu Beichen opened the seal of the urn and sprinkled white powder into the lake, and the cold wind blew the dust and splashed on the frozen water.

The blood-red goldfish flashed under the ice, and the terrible fish eyes glanced at the people on the bridge through the ice, as if they were sneering coldly, and then disappeared under the ice.