I like deserts very much. I have been to several major deserts in China. At the end of 2007, I had an experience of traveling in the desert. At that time, I was still at the National Museum Remote Sensing and Aerial Photography Archaeology Center, and had a joint archaeological activity in the Alxa League, with a scope in the Badain Jilin Desert.

It was a very interesting trip. Although the desert is not crowded, it is a photographer's paradise. The natural atmosphere makes anything that is particularly interesting when you swipe it there. At that time, the person in charge of our center said this, "I think the desert turns boys into men and women into girls."

I followed the whole process and ran more than a thousand kilometers back and forth in the sea of ​​sand. Most of the time I stepped on it from deep and shallow. I walked back and forth four or five ancient city ruins, took more than 2,000 photos, and it took more than two months, without any noise or desire in my ears. It felt like I was being carried over to wash it upside down, and every pore was clean.

Of course, this feeling disappeared immediately as soon as I returned to the city. The body, which was purified in two months, was re-polluted in just a few hours. I have to say the ferocity of the city. I was very happy to talk about this experience. I talked a lot and we didn’t disperse until after 7 pm. At this time, something I didn’t expect happened.

At that time, I decided how to ride home. The publisher had a BMW 7 Series, which could send the beautiful writer to the hotel directly. Two old men and reporters were preparing to go to the bar. I had a little trouble after chatting for a day, so I followed the Jiangnan River and prepared to go home, so the cold wind blew my face.

It was already dark on the winter night, and the Jiangnan River was still quiet. I walked a few steps quietly and suddenly heard someone calling me behind me.

"Teacher Guan."

When I looked back, it turned out to be the Lanting.

"Why, your boss's car broke down?" I asked half-informedly and half-jokingly.

She smiled helplessly in the face of the wind and said shyly: "No, I don't want to take the bus. I want to walk with you for a while, okay?"

She was quite tall, almost the same as me. She was wearing a long dress under the street light and felt a little thin and charming. I looked up behind me. The publisher's BMW had started to drive away, and she looked angry. She couldn't help but weigh whether she would be retaliated after agreeing. Although the readers are parents of food and clothing, food and clothing were not sent directly to their hands, and there was a publisher in the middle.

She looked back in my eyes, probably understood what I was thinking, and smiled and said, "Don't think so. I have nothing to do with him, he likes boys."

"Oh?" I was stunned for a moment, and I was still a little surprised, thinking that I really didn't see it. I looked at her again, and even more surprised. I couldn't think of what she suddenly came to express this.

If it was the innocent era of college, I would probably think that I had lost my life, but after experiencing it for a long time, I knew that the plot in this novel was definitely unreliable. If it could be reasoned, I probably didn’t want to take a bus. Among the few people attending the meeting, I might be the most harmless, so I wanted to find someone to stroll around.

But the subsequent development of things proves that my imagination is too scarce.

The beauty has an appointment, so she must maintain some demeanor, not to mention that she will cooperate in the future, so I smiled and nodded. The two of them continued to move forward along the Jiangnan River. I wanted to think about some things about romance. They are writers and adventurers, and they are not literary but literary but gangsters but gangsters but gangsters but she, and I really don’t know how to start the topic. Unexpectedly, she was quite proactive at this time and asked me directly: "I heard you just said that you have been in the desert for a long time?"

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I was good at this, nodding, "It's relatively long, three months, and it's relatively pure. We are taking the no-man's land, not the kind of tourist route, so it feels quite worth it."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "The Badain Jilin you mentioned is where I collect the field. I also stayed there for three weeks, so I miss all the things you said, but, after hearing our tour guide, it can only be considered a small desert."

I laughed secretly, remembering our panic after a group of people were lost at that time. 70,000 square kilometers, the third largest desert in our country. It is indeed too small for a huge sand sea like Takramagan, but it is already big enough for individuals.

She continued to ask, "Did you go to a place called Gutongjing in Badain Jilin?"

I was a little surprised, and she actually asked about this place name.

In Badain Jilin, I have heard of this place many times. It is a bit ridiculous place that is popular in the local area. It is located in the uninhabited area of ​​Badain Jilin. I have never figured out why that place is considered special. The only explanation for the locals is that it is best not to go there. That place is different from other places. But no one knows why there is such a statement.

This kind of secret is not a pretentious thing. This should be a habit passed down from ancient times. Generally speaking, for archaeologists, this habit should be respected, so we did not go to Gutongjing. Anyway, what we found during that inspection was enough to support the next inspection topic.

I searched a lot of information at that time, and only saw a photo of Gutongjing in a certain issue in 1998. There was a desert with rocks and mountains scattered and low-lying, and I couldn't see any horror. However, in the attached article of the photo, I mentioned that Gutongjing gave people a very strange feeling. There is a word in French to describe that feeling very appropriate, but it is difficult to find the corresponding word when translated into Chinese. Similar to, in that place, your thinking will feel something that you don't usually feel.

What is terrifying is that the photographer committed suicide three years later. Of course, the photographer committed suicide in the industry as usual as the poet committed suicide. There is no reason to associate this matter with Gutongjing.

I feel a little regretful at this time. First, when the beauty asked, she didn't go, she was a little embarrassed. Second, the only place she didn't enjoy on that trip seemed to be there, which also made me a little depressed. I have a little perfectionism. If many things are a little bit worse, I will feel uncomfortable all over and feel a little regretful.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Shame that there was no place in the perfect plan at that time, and our guide didn't want to take us there, I don't know why."

"Have your guide rejected your request?"

"Yes, you know, we walked in the no-man's land, and the guide was different from the average travel agency guide, and was the leader of the local adventure club. During the trip, he had the greatest power. He said that this place could not be visited and we could not refute it."

Lan Ting took a breath and looked at me and said softly: "You guys are so lucky, and you hired a good guide."

I looked at her in surprise, and then I heard the implication: "Did you go to that place?"

She nodded, paused again, and looked at me: "Teacher Guan, I have heard many friends mention you, saying that you are steady and reliable, and you are very knowledgeable about photography. There is something I have always wanted to ask someone, but I don't want others to know that this matter is very important to me. Can I trust you?"

I was a little puzzled and nodded dullly: "What happened?"

She paused, hesitated for a moment before saying, "I encountered something strange in Gutongjing."
Chapter completed!