Mirage Crossing

[#Suspense#oriental zhiguai#folklore thriller#] My name is Jiang Ge, a desert guide specializing in the northwest route. After ten years of working in this industry, I have seen ancient cities appearing out of thin air in mirages, and heard the sound of camel bells from hundreds of years ago coming from the Gobi after a sandstorm. I always thought that these were just natural phenomena until last month, when I took a business in Dunhuang and escorted a young woman into the uninhabited land of Lop Nur. Her name was Su Chi, a graduate student in the Department of Archeology, and she said she was going to find an underwater ruins that didn't exist on the map. On the day of departure, she handed me a yellowed parchment drawing, on which a winding waterway was drawn with cinnabar. The marked location was in the center of Lop Nur, the Sea of ​​Death that had been dry for fifty years. "There's a city down here," she said. "It comes up only every sixty years." I don't believe it. But the deposit was too high, so high that I was willing to accompany her on this crazy trip. On the third day after entering the hinterland, we heard the sound of water at three o'clock in the morning. It's not the sound of wind or hallucination, it's the real sound of waves crashing on the shore, coming from the depths of the earth beneath your feet, like a giant beast that has been sleeping for thousands of years turning over and waking up. Immediately afterwards, the compass rotated like crazy, the GPS signal was completely cut off, and the satellite phone became dead silent. On the horizon ahead, the outline of a blue-grey ancient city shrouded in water vapor is slowly rising. There are three seal characters hanging on the city gate—— Mirage ferry.