Three days, at this time, it was the evening of the third day of his crossing, driving more than 1,000 kilometers, adding 2.1 energy points of about 80L of fuel, but every day seemed to repeat the previous day's journey, yellow sand everywhere, deserted, and no trace of green.

What's more, he has so far been unable to find a trace of radio waves from human civilization.

This is impossible on the earth, and how can there be a blind spot of 1,000 kilometers away with more than 20 GPS satellites monitoring the world? How can there be a zone that spans more than 1,000 kilometers from north to south but is uninhabited?

Maybe I just crossed to the northernmost tip of the Sahara Desert and happened to take the farthest route. Kommin comforted himself, but his sanity told him that the odds of this being the Earth were slim.

The only good news is that it's still 24 hours a day. According to his observations in the past three days, the sun rises at about 5:40 in the morning and sets at 7:10 in the evening, the day is thirteen and a half hours long, and the weather is hottest from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., but in order to save fuel, he no longer turns on the air conditioner. Similarly, although he knew that it was more comfortable to go out at night in the desert, he still chose to drive during the day in order to avoid the power consumption of the lights.

Over the course of three days, he gained a total of 3 energy, consumed 0.6 on food, 2.1 on fuel, and had 0.4 energy remaining. Due to the lack of exercise every day, there were a few bottles of mineral water and some snacks in the car, and he consumed far less energy points than expected, but the snacks had been eaten, and only the last half bottle of water remained.

It was quickly getting dark, and he parked his car in the leeward of a sand dune, took out his laptop on the car, plugged in his headphones, and watched the videos he had previously saved. Eleven hours of darkness was too hard.

The laptop still has half the power, enough to use for three or four hours, but he is not worried about the power, the energy of the super printer can be efficiently converted into electricity, and the energy required to fill the laptop is less than one percent of the energy of a little one. Power points can only be accurate to the percentile, and when a laptop is fully charged, the balance of energy points remains unchanged. It's worth mentioning that charging with energy points is extremely fast, and it only takes a few seconds to fully charge the notebook.

After watching two episodes of "The Rise of a Great Power", Ke Mingde closed the computer, took out a towel, poured a little mineral water, wet a small piece, wiped his eye sockets, and rubbed it on his face, and as a result, he got a nosebleed. Growing up, it was the first time he came to such a dry environment, and the capillaries in his nasal cavity became brittle and became prone to rupture.

Ke Mingde was awakened by the sun, and when he looked at his watch, it was already six o'clock. After finishing his chores as usual, he set sail again.

It's another day full of anticipation. He fantasized about a plane flying by and seeing himself posing for help, fantasizing about the navigation system suddenly recovering and he driving home according to the route, and fantasizing about encountering a caravan in the desert and taking him back to civilization......

But the reality is always cruel, and he is stranded!

Perhaps the word "stranded" is a misnomer, since it usually refers to a boat, an accident in the water, and he drove a car, and it was in the desert.

However, Kommin did come up with the word "stranded." The four tires gradually sank down until the sand held up the chassis. When he found out about this, he immediately geared upside down, but the wheels were idling, and there was no effect except to raise quicksand, and the car did not move at all.

After that, he tried everything he could, and finally he couldn't get the car to move a single step.

"Ahh

After a few shouts, his throat was dry and painful, and he sat slumped, his chest rising and falling.

As the temperature slowly rose, he unfastened his coat and opened the car door.

The sand was flush with the chassis, and a gust of wind blew, and a few grains of fine sand were rolled up and entered the compartment.

Ke Mingde reached out and pressed it on the sand, it was soft and soft, no different from the sand elsewhere, but it did swallow four tires, which made him a little afraid to set foot in the desert easily.

He took out the stainless steel mug and threw it on the sand, smashing a small hole. He looked closely, and the glass of water lay on the sand, not sinking in the slightest.

He stood up the water glass, and nothing happened either, picked up the water cup, printed a full glass of water, consumed 0.1 energy, tightened the lid, and stood on the sand, still unchanged.

Relieved, Ke Mingde cautiously stepped out of his left foot, stepped on the sand, and gradually shifted his weight to his left foot, only to see that his left foot slowly sank into the sand, and the process was very slow.

He pulled out his left foot, smoothed the bunker, and stood on the sand with his hands on the roof. It took a full two minutes for the sand to flood the uppers.

He walked slowly in the direction of the back of the car, and with each step, he stopped for a moment, and after about fifty steps, he left the quicksand.

It doesn't seem to be too dangerous for this quicksand, which is really good news. Kommad turned back and looked around the car, trying to dig the wheels out of the sand. He knelt on the ground, increasing the area of force, so that he could not fall.

Handfuls of yellow sand were pulled out from under the car by him, but he lost support and the car began to sink again. He took everything out of the car and put it outside, and it still did.

What should he do now? Having lost his only means of transportation, what should he do, Ke Mingde got into the car, closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, and enjoyed the last action of the car.

It would be nice to be able to print life, Ke Mingde thought lonely, even if it was just a dog. He had never been more eager to own a dog than he was now, although he used to own all sorts of expensive dogs. However, there is no if, although the super printer can print all kinds of things, it cannot print life, only corpses.

The air conditioning made the temperature extremely comfortable, and in the quiet desert, Ke Mingde gradually fell asleep.

When he awoke, the sun had sunk in the west and the desert had turned rosy in the setting sun.

While there was still light, he packed up all the things he needed in the car, thin quilts, flashlights, empty plastic bottles, paper, knives, etc. were stuffed into a backpack.

There is still a small half of oil in the tank, Ke Mingde is a pity, the super printer printing process is irreversible, and the printed things cannot be turned into energy. So he printed a rubber tube, inserted it into the fuel tank, took a sip, and inserted the other end into the mineral water bottle, a total of five bottles, each bottle is less than 600ml, there is still some oil in the tank, but the container is not enough, he only has six mineral water bottles and a stainless steel thermos cup, the stainless steel cup is too heavy, he has planned to throw it away.

Finally, I pulled out the car keys, thought about putting them in the exhaust pipe, blocked them with a ragdoll, put the thermos cup, laptop and other things that I couldn't take away in the car, and finally covered the car with a cloth.

Ke Mingde, who had done this, was a little stunned, and then he could only rely on himself.

"I'll get out of the desert, I'm a tough guy!" he adjusted his backpack and continued south in the moonlight and night.

Two hours later, he found a stone building, traces of civilization in the desert.