Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

The second uncle got out of the car, spread out the map, turned on the flashlight and looked carefully, his expression became cloudy, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.

I screamed in my heart that it was not good, did we lose our way?

At this time, the night had already begun, and the surrounding area was completely dark. There was a big temperature difference at night. Standing outside the car for a while, people were shivering from the cold. For safety reasons, my second uncle decided not to continue driving at night. Everyone beckoned and ordered to camp and rest on the spot. If there is anything to say, we will talk about it tomorrow.

Everyone turned on the headlights, picked up some firewood and lit the fire. This group of people seemed to have a lot of experience in living in the wild, and the division of labor was clear. Soon a dozen tents were also set up. After dinner, a group of people gathered around the campfire There was an old man named Jin Suanzi in the team, dressed in a retro long gown, holding a compass in his hand, and he was always sticking to his second uncle's ear, talking about it. What.

The second uncle retreated into the tent after eating, and the golden operator followed him in, and he didn't come out for a long time.I'm not interested in the content of their conversation. There are two young people with thin skin and tender flesh in the team. They are slightly older than me. It is estimated that the second uncle invited them to specialize in positioning technology and geological research. .I have a little understanding of the second uncle's handling style by now. His character is cautious and cautious, and he does not fight unprepared battles at all. Don't look at this group of people who don't look good. Idlers, I believe each has its own merits.

If you want to talk about idlers, I’m afraid I can only say that I’m the most idle, and I didn’t make much contribution along the way. I didn’t even have to take turns to replace the black old seven and dumb sisters in the car. No one said hello at all.

At this moment, the few of them gathered together and told some nasty jokes. I felt bored and a little embarrassed listening to them, so I found a chance to slip to another place.

At night, the mountain wind whizzed past, and it was extremely difficult for people to walk. I didn't dare to run far, so I hid in the lee of the car, took a breath of hot air, and rubbed my hands in the cold. At this time, there was a burst of low sobs The sound of the wind blew over, and I was startled, wondering who was crying in the barren mountains and wild mountains, and then looked around, nothing unusual.

But when I listened carefully, the sound was still there intermittently, and it was so weeping that people couldn't help but feel horrified. I took out the short knife in my pocket, followed the source of the sound, and found the exact location. He made a move, and suddenly his wrist was grabbed by a strong palm. When the other party turned on the light, shit, it turned out to be Dumb Sister.

This woman's eyes were red and swollen from crying, she didn't know what happened to her so sad, she hid in this kind of place to vent, and was almost accidentally hurt by me.

I put the knife away, looked at her sympathetically, hesitated to speak, didn't know what to ask, she pointed to a place beside her, and motioned for me to sit with her, I couldn't bear to leave her alone like this Continuing to be sad here, without saying a word, sat down beside her.

We looked up at the stars in the sky and fell into a long silence. The night in Hangzhou is also beautiful, but soft and humane. Unlike the night here, with the wild wind and sand and the rolling up of flying sand and stones, it is a bit beautiful. Desperate.

"We are all stupid, aren't we?" Dumb sister asked suddenly.

"Hmm." I replied half-understood. The only people who can make a woman so helpless and sad are relatives and lovers. At this moment, I guess it should be the latter.

"He also came here ten years ago, and then he never came back." She continued to speak slowly.

This beautiful woman, whose hair was blown in a mess in the night, looked quite sad. I don't know how to comfort her, just like I don't know how to comfort myself now. Maybe she will be me ten years later.

What should I do if the same is true for Poker Bottle and disappears from this world forever?I haven't thought about this matter, and I don't know if I can bear it, so I can only sigh, pat the dumb sister who is still crying silently, and comfort me: "Don't be too sad, maybe things are not so bad , Maybe he was just delayed by something and didn't come back to see you in time."

This reason is too forced, and I don't believe it myself, but the dumb sister seemed to feel better when she heard it. She patted my shoulder, stood up, wiped away her tears, and her expression and tone returned to normal. It's early, it's not safe here, go back and rest early!" After speaking, he left me and walked back alone.

This woman's mind is too difficult to guess, maybe the adult's world is too complicated, I'm not yet deeply involved in the world, how can I understand the intricate relationship between them, but who is her him?Could it be that she is the woman of Wu Xie's third uncle? Didn't Wu Xie's third uncle never come home?Then isn't she Wu Xie's third aunt?

I shook my head, thinking it was wrong, I had never heard Wu Xie mention this before, and the second uncle's attitude towards the dumb sister was also lukewarm, not like a relative at all, more like a business partner of a cooperative relationship, each other just Respect the use.

I was in a daze for a while, and then went back. The bonfire bragging session was over, and everyone went back to the tent, except for two people who were arranged to watch the night. Since there were only two women in the team, Dumb Sister and I were naturally assigned We shared the same tent, and when I entered, she had already slipped into the sleeping bag with her head facing inside, not sure if she was asleep, and I didn't dare to disturb her anymore, she slipped into her sleeping bag lightly.

The silence outside is only the sound of the wind, and the occasional knocking sound of small stones being blown on the canvas of the tent. It is hard to imagine that the villagers who lived here ten years ago could survive in such a harsh environment. What happened, only ten years, and it became so deserted, where did the original residents go?Did the second uncle have the next step in his hand? These questions tormented me so that I lost all sleepiness, and I fell asleep in a daze after tossing about in the middle of the night.

It was so cold and quiet around, I almost forgot that I was lying in a dilapidated deserted village in the Gobi desert, my nose suddenly felt a little itchy, I touched it, and in a drowsy sleep, I pushed my hair aside and turned it over again body, I still felt itchy nose, and my face seemed to be facing the cold air. I didn’t know where the cool air was blowing on my face. I suddenly felt a little impatient, thinking that I had to sleep Then, I vigorously flung my hair to the side, but immediately felt something was wrong. The hair that I flung just now seemed to flow back like a tide, as if there were more and more of them, covering my mouth and nose.

I finally couldn't help it, and opened my eyes vaguely. It didn't matter what I saw, and I was almost scared to death. I saw a pale and grotesque face reflected in the hazy firelight that came in, lifeless, other than that hanging down. There are so many hairs like the vines in King Li's tomb that I can't get them out. What's worse, the hair seems to have life, not only pressing heavily on my face, covering my mouth and nose , And slowly wrapping around my neck, getting tighter and tighter.

"Woooo..." I groaned in pain, and my limbs seemed to be weighed down by a heavy weight, and I couldn't move. Could this be a nightmare?However, why the feeling of gradually suffocating is so real, the lungs seem to be about to explode, and the pain is unbearable. I struggled to make some noises to wake up the dumb sister who was sleeping beside me, but after a long time, I still couldn't help it.

This even more terrifying thought came to my mind, this thing that was pressing on me could not have been caused by the dumb sister, but after thinking about it, I knew it was impossible, the hair of the first dumb sister was not that long at all, and the first dumb sister’s hair was not that long at all. Second, why does she want to be like this, bewitched?Or become a ghost?But who would it be if it wasn't her?

The brain is slowly deprived of oxygen, and the consciousness is getting more and more blurred. I don't want to die in the nightmare. I am a descendant of the Zhang family and it is too embarrassing to be killed by a ghost. In my mind, I began to recite the "Longevity Jue" he taught me with the last bit of perseverance. It was like I would often shout "Amitabha" in nightmares. I don't know if it is a psychological effect. I felt better, and finally I was able to break free from the bad dream, and just after reading a few lines of the "Longevity", that pale face seemed to become ferocious and distorted, and the pressure on my body suddenly loosened , slowly disappeared.

In the hazy tent, I sat up abruptly, took a few breaths eagerly, looked around, there was nothing unusual, the dumb sister still turned her head inward, and she snorted softly, is it really a nightmare?But why was the pain so real just now? I touched my sore neck and found something was wrong. I hurriedly took out the flashlight beside me and turned it on. It reminded me that I was not dreaming just now, something really happened. I took a deep breath and threw the mirror aside, not quite able to accept this reality.

Following this movement, the dumb sister was finally awakened. She sat up from her sleeping bag, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "What's the matter?"

I struggled in my heart whether to tell her or not, but she was the first to notice the bloodstain on my neck, her eyes were really sharp.

She exclaimed, and I quickly covered her mouth to signal not to wake others up, and then told her exactly what happened just now.Her face turned ugly, as I said just now, if something like that really appeared, then...that thing is not a human at all, but a monster!

"Sister Dumb, do you believe in ghosts?" I don't know why, but I asked this question out of nowhere.

"I believe, but I believe even more that the human heart is scarier than real ghosts."

I don't quite understand the meaning of her words, whether it's a compliment or a derogation, and I don't want to get to the bottom of it. The more we talk in the middle of the night, the more infiltrating it will become.

She found some medicine from her bag and put it on me, then took my hand and said, "Don't think so much, go to sleep, it's a blessing or a curse, you can't avoid it, left is just fate, so what can I do What!" He sighed heavily after speaking, and lay down in the sleeping bag again.

It turns out that she also believed in her fate. Do all elderly people have to learn to accept their fate?Then what is my fate?Can I really write it myself, or should the unreliable patriarch guide me?

Ms. Dumb soon lost her voice, and I don’t know if she fell asleep again, but she didn’t let go of my hand, which gave me a warm sense of security. I didn’t expect that she, who is silent and taciturn, also has a mother-like tender side. I was very moved by this moment.

After such a fuss, I don’t feel sleepy anymore. I’m afraid that thing will come back. When I thought of the "Longevity Tactic", I didn’t know whether it was a coincidence or a psychological effect. Anyway, I thought it really worked, so I silently recited the "Longevity Tactic" "Waiting for the dawn.

The next day, I put on protective clothing, and my neck was naturally covered tightly. My sister and I didn’t say a word about what happened last night. Anyway, we have to leave the camp immediately, and we don’t want to cause panic in the hearts of the people. .

The second uncle didn't seem to sleep well, and he seemed to have aged a lot overnight. Starting from Changsha, I felt that he was getting haggard a little bit, and his eye sockets were getting deeper and deeper. I don't know if it was because he was too worried about Wu Xie. In short, at this time, I already regretted getting him involved.

Everyone had a casual breakfast and packed up their things. The second uncle studied with Jin Suanzi for a long time yesterday, and finally came to a conclusion. It was confirmed that this place was indeed the ruins of Lancuo Village. The local guide asked for advice, but now the people here have long since disappeared, and we have no way of asking. Naturally, we cannot be sure whether the three of them have been here.

At this time, Hei Laoqi came back and said to the second uncle: "Second master, I found some new ruts in the village, which have not been covered by sand. I believe it is the young master's car. And this time you guessed wrong. , Their cars seem to be more than a little bit better than ours, and the configuration is at least tens of millions."

Lao Hei’s words shocked everyone present, and I thought to myself: “Wu Xie only drives Audis, how could he be willing to spend such a large sum of money on such a good car?” After careful analysis, I found that The purpose of their trip seemed to be more complicated, as if they were very urgent, as if they were in a hurry.

After listening to Hei Laoqi's words, the second uncle's expression did not change. He just pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "Xiao Xie once said that to enter the palace of the Queen Mother, one must wait for the rainy season to enter along the river. It’s autumn, how can there be any rain, Master Jin also said yesterday that there will be no rain for the next three months, no matter how fast they drive, there may not be a way to get in.”

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Let's find the Devil City on the map first."

Seeing how confident my second uncle is, I no longer have any doubts. It seems that he has already drawn up a route.Everyone got in the car, the second uncle sat in the passenger seat and showed Hei Laoqi the way, the dumb sister sat side by side with me in the back seat, she still didn't talk much, and kept her eyes closed.

The car drove out of the village and started heading towards the hinterland of the Qaidam Basin. The Gobi Desert is full of desolation. The desertification has become more and more serious in recent years. In some places, there is almost no grass. Occasionally, a few wild camels and yellow sheep can be seen. To survive in such an environment, the vitality is really amazingly tenacious.

The road was difficult to walk, the car was very bumpy, and it bounced us so high that we often hit the roof of the car. We went back and forth several times, and our head was dizzy. The dumb sister couldn't help but opened her eyes, but she was still calm, just Squinted and looked out the window.

We had been driving for a whole morning, and when it was noon, the second uncle asked everyone to stop and rest. I was writhing in the stomach of the car maniac, and barely ate some dry food. Jin Suanzi came to our car and followed the second uncle After studying the map, another young man who is engaged in satellite positioning technology also came over. I see that the three of them discussed for a long time, and it seems that the situation is not optimistic. The Qaidam Basin has an area of ​​more than 20 square kilometers. If there is no technology in this place, it may be more difficult than reaching the sky.

It was a long journey in the afternoon, and the road was very boring. I no longer had the freshness when I first saw the scenery of the basin, and became a little listless.

At dusk, there was still no shadow of the Devil City, and the boundless Yellow Sand Gobi was still in sight. At this time, the second uncle got out of the car again and studied with the two people at noon for a long time. Jin Suanzi was so anxious that his forehead sweated After they all got down, they didn't care about Mou, and kept muttering to themselves: "Damn it, damn it, it's here!

"No way, this place is empty, not to mention the devil city, there is not even a big rock, only weeds everywhere."

Everyone seemed to be a little annoyed when they heard it. After tossing around for a day, they couldn't even find the place. The young man's face was also very suspicious. After debugging the instrument for a long time, he suddenly said to the second uncle: "Second Master, there is something wrong with this place. , the guidance instrument is not faulty, but the direction almost automatically deviates by about 30 degrees, and we are all misled."

Jin Panzi hurriedly took out his compass, and when he saw it, he turned pale with shock, and said to the second uncle with chattering teeth, "Quick, get out of here, something is really wrong here."

I was startled, and glanced at the compass in his hand, only to see that the pointer on it was spinning fast, like a windmill.

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