The Horror of the Abyss

The scorching sun was scorching Lop Nur, and the interior of the off-road vehicle was as hot as a steamer. Lin Ye drank the last half of the bottle of water, sweat still rolling down his forehead. The car radio continued to make a piercing noise, like countless bugs burrowing into the ears. He was supposed to evacuate with the exploration team, but was left behind to recover seismometer data. However, a sandstorm cut off communications and equipment malfunctioned one after another. At this moment, all he had left was three packets of biscuits and a tank of gas that was about to bottom out. Suddenly, the radio noise changed its tune and became a regular beeping sound, like Morse code. Lin Ye tensed his nerves: How could there be artificial signals in this no-man's land? He thought of the strange metal pipe he dug up yesterday. The surface was engraved with unfamiliar symbols, and the cuts were so new that they didn't look old. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.