Who is that person? Apparently not fat them, Black Lama? Could it be that this man never died, but lurked in the fortress of this ruin? Oh, my God? Duplicants! This is the mirror man, the black lama left his mirror image in the heart of the desert, but he himself is dead, so he is still waiting here?

The fortress had bodyguards' housing, stables, and storage rooms, which were neatly arranged on both sides of the road, and Xie Chenhui and I rushed frantically along the path to the watchtower, and we opened the heavy door and entered the spacious hall. In the center of the hall is a fire pit. There is a stone masonry staircase leading to the second floor, where the Black Lama's private rooms are located. The walls and ceilings of each room were blackened with smoke, the windows had no frames, and the floor could only bear the weight of two or three people, because it was so small that it was not at all the size of the sand peak outside, it was as if it had been split in half by a knife.

There was no one in the room, neither the fat man nor the Mingzig, and there was no trace of a fight, only a series of footprints leading to the top of the stairs, and even more terrifying, a series of dog footprints. It's really a dog, "because the wolf lives in the wild, it can't get long-term food and clothing, so due to developmental and genetic factors, it walks on narrow roads for a long time, and it has a deformed posture after long-term training, and it walks in a straight line, with front and back footprints together," I heard a man behind me say.

"No matter, according to the height of the first floor, there are 6 or 7 floors of the watchtower, and there are several floors above, there will be a lot of sand in the sand peak, if someone is ambushed in the sand, you should be careful."

This place is not big, we try not to separate, if something happens to you, it's over, now the fat man and Mingjig are gone, and there is a wounded soldier outside, but fortunately, it is still daytime at this time, and I walked to the second floor, there are two rooms here, which seem to be the same thing as the warehouse, I opened the wooden door with a gun, and saw that there were basically some moldy daily necessities inside. Basically, they are basins and towels, but these towels seem to have dried like a piece of animal fur, and those small skins are completely half of a watermelon, it seems that this place is where the Black Lama has lived for a long time.

We continued to walk up, and when we reached the second floor, we found that there were still a few broken doors, and we opened the door of the room and there were still some daily necessities inside. I walked out of the door and shook my head and continued to walk up, but something strange happened, on the third floor, it was still that wooden door, this time I didn't go in by myself I waved my hand to let a person walk in, and after a while the person came out, he said that it was still daily necessities, I was a little speechless when I heard it, how much this black lama likes daily necessities! Or a good family man?

"The third floor is full of daily necessities? You know, this is a bunker! At the very least, you need a little bit of offensive weapons, right? People who don't know still think they're staying at a desert inn? Xie Chenhui said: "There is a problem here, and I wonder if we have been passing through the same place repeatedly?" ”

"You mean the ghost hits the wall?" I complained, "There are so many of us, and when you go upstairs, the last person in the line is still on the floor below, and you have to experience ghost hitting the wall." ”

"But why are there so many rooms here that don't have anything for everyday things?"

I shook my head, unusual places, of course, unusual rooms! This is the third floor, if you've been struggling with those washbasins and towels, why don't you go up and see how the fat people are doing? But even if I say this, I still feel strange here, not why, because we have walked for so long, all the footprints we had before have disappeared.

I looked back and saw the heavy dust on the stairs we had come up. There is not a single sign of being stepped on, so where did we come from? It's so weird, it's beyond the scope of normal people's understanding, but I didn't say it, because the fat man hasn't found people's hearts and can't mess up.

Although it was daytime, most of the floors had no windows, so each floor was very dark, and there was a cold air running around, like a ghost hovering in the watchtower. The watchtower was eerily quiet now, and it was as if they had disappeared from here since they heard Mingguig's last voice.

"Fatty."

"Boss."

"Mingiger."

There was not a trace of sound. Only the echoes of the upper floors returned to our ears after wandering through the walls. There was a violent roar and the whole scene fell silent again, everyone did not speak, and when we went to the fourth floor, we found a room that was the same as the cell outside, and the door of this room was very small, and if it was a fat person, it probably would not be able to enter and exit freely!

Xie Chenhui said that the reason why the cells here were designed this way is because the designers wanted to let those who are imprisoned experience the feeling of cramped and claustrophobic. In the castle of the Black Lama there were many prisoners. Among them were officials and businessmen from Tibet, pilgrims, youfang lamas and herdsmen from Outer Mongolia, political opponents of the Black Lama, Chinese businessmen from Anxi and Hohhot, and Kazakh Aksakar (tribal elders) from the Altai region of Xinjiang. It was they who built this fortress in the middle of the desert of the Black Gobi: to build houses, walls, towers, .......

"There's a corpse in there." At this time, a voice called me over.

As soon as I heard this, I rushed in, and saw a large number of corpses lying in the cell, and they were all skullless corpses. A middle-aged man walked over, picked up the bones of a corpse, and said, "The Black Lama is an unruly and cruel person. After being able to kill friends in a quarrel. You don't think he can do anything, I guess the rooms on the floors below aren't really basins and towels, just human skulls and human skins. He turned to look at us, "Those underneath the skulls have been processed, so there's a question of where did the stuff in the brain go?" ”

"Ate it yourself?" I wondered.

"Unless he's really crazy, but the Black Lama really can't eat people, at least if there really is such a piece of history that has been written long ago, it must be feeding something, could it be the big dog?"

"If that's the case, the fat man will be in trouble, and if that dog eats human flesh, it seems from the rumors that the attack power is at least comparable to that of the Tibetan mastiff."

"Damn, I thought the fat man had a gun, but it seems that the situation is very good!" As soon as I thought about it, I began to run frantically to the floors above. But when we ran up layer by layer, we didn't see a fat man, but a man in black standing in front of the window, and a dog.

A group of us were really stunned when we saw him, because none of us thought that there was another person here.

"Маджин-шан" suddenly the man spoke.

"What did he say?" I'm a little speechless.

"This is the Mongolian transliteration of Horsehair Mountain! Mingjig seems to have said something like that! Is he talking about Horsehair Mountain? That's right, Horsehair Mountain! Who are you? Xie Chenhui immediately shouted and pointed a gun at him: "Where's my boss?" What about my boss? ”

But the man in black was still saying something we didn't understand, and he was dazed. His dog was chained. It was the face of a square old man, and it looked like an ordinary old man up close.

"Black Lama, this is Black Lama, he is not dead." I said suddenly.

Since 1934, when the Northwest China Expedition last explored there, the exploration of the Black Gobi in China seems to have reached a certain fault. There is no news of the Black Lama in this fault, and no one cares about it, but now I really see his appearance here.

But it seems that he has amnesia, no mistake, it's really amnesia, like a child, he can't express anything, his expression is very helpless, but now the question is, what about the fat man? Where is the fat man? Isn't this dog their target? And the dog still seems to be very fierce, if it weren't for the fact that he was locked here by this old man who had been dead for many years. (To be continued......)