From seeing it

Everyone rested here for a night, and decided to set off the next day to enter the real center of the Rob Desert.

When everyone gathered for dinner that night, Xiao Ling suddenly noticed a big hand floating there quietly on the roof of the beam, motionless, covering the bottom, the chandelier above pierced through the big hand, looking very pale .

Xiao Ling's expression changed slightly, his muscles tensed immediately, and he entered a state of full vigilance instantly. The adrenaline in his body began to soar, ready to deal with possible accidents at any time.

Zhou Kesheng whispered: "What's wrong?" He noticed that something was wrong with Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling looked up.

Everyone also stopped eating and looked up.

There was nothing but a single chandelier, emitting a soft white glow, but nothing else.

Xiao Ling swallowed, looking at Zhou Kesheng, he suddenly understood that only he could see the big hand that looked real and illusory.

"'It' is here." Xiao Ling exhaled lightly, and slowly spit out these three words.

He understood that Zhou Kesheng must understand.

Sure enough, Zhou Kesheng's face changed slightly, and he stood up and said, "Everyone, go back to your room to rest. If you haven't eaten well, take your food back to your room to eat. Don't stay in this room."

Although the others didn't understand what happened, Zhou Kesheng still had a certain prestige among the crowd. It was the leader of the scientific expedition team this time. Hearing what he said, everyone stood up and went back to their rooms.

Xiao Ling and Zhou Kesheng were in the same room, but luckily he didn't see that big hand in this room, which made Xiao Ling feel at ease.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, with two single beds, a table and chairs, and two large camping backpacks placed on them. These are the equipment allocated to Xiao Ling and Zhou Kesheng. They will each bring a camping backpack when they leave tomorrow. .

At night, the wind and sand outside are getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is howling.

Xiao Ling was tossing and turning on the bed, listening to the sound of the doors and windows being blown, but he couldn't sleep. He felt that the house was shaking slightly. He was very afraid that if the wind was stronger, it would blow the house The wooden houses were uprooted.

Xiao Ling couldn't sleep, and Zhou Kesheng was also a little restless. He sat up from the bed, looked out of the window, and muttered: "The weather is a bit abnormal, and the difficulty factor of entering the Rob Desert has increased."

Suddenly, there was a faint and shrill cry from a distance.

Xiao Ling looked awe-inspiring, and said, "Dean Zhou, what's that voice?"

Zhou Kesheng said: "It's the sound of wolves howling. There will be wild wolves in this area at night, but they dare not approach here, don't worry."

Although he told Xiao Ling not to worry, he frowned tightly.

The wind and sand outside were getting bigger and bigger, the doors and windows were shaking violently, and the whole house was shaking slightly. Zhou Kesheng stood up with his clothes on, with unconcealable uneasiness on his face.

The sound of howling wolves became clearer and clearer amidst the howling wind. Obviously, the wolves were approaching them.

Xiao Ling also got up.

Zhou Kesheng said: "Don't worry too much, it's fine, you stay here and don't run around, I'll go out and have a look."

While instructing Xiao Ling, he opened the door carefully and walked out.

Xiao Ling was the only one left in the house. Under the dim light, the howling wind outside became more and more intense, and the light bulbs hanging above were shaking. Xiao Ling felt more and more dangerous in his heart, an ominous feeling A terrible premonition welled up in my heart.

This made Xiao Ling uneasy. He found a wooden stick behind the door and held the wooden stick in his hand. Only then did he feel a little more at ease.

After Zhou Kesheng walked out, it seemed as if he had disappeared. He couldn't hear anyone else's voice, and all he could hear was the howling wind.

Suddenly there was a "whoosh", the window on one side couldn't withstand the strong wind, and it was suddenly opened from the outside. A gust of wind gushed in from the window, and immediately a stack of papers placed on the table was swept away by the strong wind. room fluttering.

Xiao Ling stood up, the cold wind blowing in was piercing, making his face chilly, the indoor wind was howling, and it was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything.

Xiao Ling braved the biting cold wind, covered his face, moved outside the open window, grabbed the window forcefully, closed it again, and then let out a long breath.

In just a short while, the room was full of blown papers, making a mess.

Xiao Ling picked up all the papers that had been scattered on the bed, and suddenly saw a photo on Zhou Kesheng's bed that had been blown away.

Seeing this photo, Xiao Ling's heart trembled, his scalp shrank suddenly, numb as if electrified, and then a creepy feeling came over him.

There are a total of eleven people in the photo, standing in a row, everyone has a smile on their faces, and several people are posing for pictures with scissor hands.

Xiao Ling has met these eleven people before, and ten of them are Zhou Kesheng, Li Zhibao, Sun Tao, Pang Yan, Hu Shengzhe, Wang Weiguo, Zhang Shuang, Song Jifu, Wang Lei and Yu Tingting. Companions in the desert.

Xiao Ling didn't know when this photo was taken. The clothes worn by the ten people in the photo were different from their current clothes, so it was obviously not taken now.

This was a very ordinary-looking photo. He had seen all ten people in the photo before, and there was nothing unusual about it. It was the eleventh person in the photo that really made Xiao Ling feel creepy.

This is a young man who is only about twenty years old.

It looks full of sunshine and vitality, just like the rising sun.

This young man looks exactly like Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling's eyes were wide open, holding the photo in both hands, trembling slightly.

He couldn't remember when he took this photo with Zhou Kesheng and Li Zhibao.

Looking at the background of the photo is very desolate, it is a crack in the earth formed by the ring rock, it should be a group photo taken somewhere in the Rob desert.

He can be sure that the person in the photo is himself. There is no way in the world that there are two people who are exactly the same, but Xiao Ling has no impression of this group photo, including the clothes he is wearing in this photo. absolutely not.

"Could it be that the person in this photo is not me? Are there people in this world who are exactly the same? But why did he take a photo with Zhou Kesheng and the others in the Rob Desert? And these ten people are the ten people who will be traveling together this time, this... this It's too much of a coincidence..."

The more Xiao Ling thought about it, the more weird he felt, and an inexplicable sense of fear surged up.

He seemed to be trapped in an unknown fog. The darkness was eroding his heart little by little, disintegrating his consciousness, and making his mind a mess.

The wind whistling outside became more and more intense, the wooden house was shaking, and the light bulbs hanging above were also shaking, dragging his shadow for a long time, swinging slowly, like a ghost with teeth and claws.