The car started to shake violently for some unknown reason, then the horn was honked wildly, and the last sudden brake made my head hit the backrest in front of me. It was so painful that I almost burst into tears. You know, this car is almost an antique. Although it is a bus, it feels like it is about to be scrapped. It is covered with some extremely hard plastic.

"Ouch!"

I touched my forehead and felt a bruise.

"What happened?"

Everyone looked around.

"People, someone..."

The driver was a young guy, about thirty years old, who seemed very nervous. He seemed to have hit someone, but we got out of the car to check, but there was no sign of him. Where did he come from?

"Did you see it wrong?"

I said, "Did you not get enough rest last night and hallucinate?"

"It's impossible. I just saw it clearly..." The driver rubbed his eyes and found nothing, "Damn it!"

"Hurry up, it will be dark soon." Mr. Hu reminded, "Although we have entered the border of the Northwest, we are getting further and further away from the supply place. If something goes wrong with the car, we will be in trouble. , You can’t do it this late at night..."

He didn't say anything further.

Only then did I see the surrounding environment clearly. I could see some sand dunes not far away, as well as special landforms. Those weathered boulders were strangely shaped, more like the ruins of a building.

Fortunately, our road is not too bad.

"What?"

Suddenly, the driver shouted.

Just when I turned back inadvertently, I also saw a shadow flashing quickly, as if it had passed by the car. There was a gash on the side of the car, and the paint was completely peeled off.

It seems that something really happened.

"Ignore it, it's a windbuck!"

"What the hell?"

This is the first time I've heard of this.

"It's an animal in the desert. Let's not mess with it, otherwise we may lose our lives." The old professor stared out the window with lingering fear.

"boom--"

The car finally started and drove smoothly on the uneven road.

"Hoo ho!"

It seemed like the wind was blowing outside the window. At this time, I saw the sand being rolled up in the distance, looming like figures, quickly drilling towards the ground, and then disappearing.

What exactly is there in the mysterious Northwest?

When we arrived at the camp, it was just dark. The camp was brightly lit at the moment, and the surrounding area seemed a little dim. Only the camp on a gentle land under a raised hill seemed a little special.

"prison?"

It suddenly occurred to me.

In the early years, some extremely vicious prisoners were imprisoned in the Great Northwest. The purpose was to prevent them from escaping. They were surrounded by wasteland and there was no way to get out. Secondly, people who were originally convicted of capital crimes were imprisoned here, and no one cared about their life or death.

I have also heard news that this place is haunted, but they are just gossips on the Internet, and they are regarded as entertainment.

The camp has a total of three floors and looks like a farmyard. There is also a very spacious courtyard, but it is surrounded by some barbed wire thorns several meters high.

There were many soldiers standing guard around the camp, all with live ammunition in their hands.

The car slowly drove in along the open iron door.

At this time, I saw the other cars, and they had obviously arrived. When we got off the car, we could see clearly that the facilities here were very old, the whole building looked crumbling, and there were stains everywhere on the walls. Some signs of corrosion. And there were puddles of black stains on the ground of the courtyard. No one knew what they were.

"This is just a temporary camp. It can at least ensure our safety."

The old professor reminded me.

All the first floors are barracks, which are responsible for the security work here and are on duty 24 hours a day. The second floor is where some researchers work. After we entered, we discovered that although it looked simple from the outside, there was indeed something special inside.

The second floor is almost entirely reserved for researchers and some professors. There is a large laboratory with everything in it, as well as a specimen preparation room and some fine tools for the restoration of cultural relics, all of which are clearly visible.

Finally, the third floor is where our students selected for this archaeological project live. Everyone has an independent space so that they can record their work without being disturbed. In the room, there is only a bed, pillows, tables, stools and yellowed lamps, and nothing else.

After putting away our luggage, we were asked to assemble urgently.

Just after seven o'clock, the large iron gate of the camp was closed. No one was allowed to enter or exit. Violators would be punished according to military regulations.

All the students who entered the camp gathered in the courtyard. I looked around and saw that there were about a hundred people.

"Everyone, I believe that you are all selected from a thousand to come to this place. However, due to the special nature and harsh environment of the place, this archaeological project is fully coordinated by the military."

The speaker seemed to be the commander of the camp. "So, for your own safety, you must obey my command! Now you must sign a document before the archaeological training..."

"What, training?"

"document?"

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