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My face, which was blue from the cold, was dripping with beads of sweat as big as soybeans, and my stiff face was twitching like a spasm. It's hard to tell whether the eyes looking at Cao Mingzhe are frightened or angry. I can only feel that my eyes are wide open. I suddenly realized that the fire in my shop was not necessarily an accident. I did not witness the scene with my own eyes, but I heard the descriptions of the witnesses. Even if they are exaggerating, one thing is certain, my shop was not struck by one lightning, but by many. Many bolts of lightning struck my shop at the same time. No wonder the people in the neighbor's shop act like they're recruiting thieves. My shop is a bungalow. Although the shops around me are all bungalows, my shop is by no means the highest. Bungalows are also divided into different heights. My neighbor's shop is higher than my house. Under normal circumstances, lightning will fall on the tallest building, and I have never heard of lightning falling from all directions and concentrating on one place. Except for the legendary punishment, or the thunder disaster mentioned by fantasy fans. I didn’t go against the grain! And there are several buildings around us. Although they are a bit far away from my shop, for lightning, the distance is not a problem. There is no reason to leave so many tall buildings and attack my shop. Before the thunder and lightning came, nothing special happened in my shop, and there was not even any change. If there is, it can only be Sand Table Model! Previously, I finally finished the Sand Table Model. The cause of this fire is Sand Table Model! In an instant, I understood that it was not easy for ae to invest in me. They value this Sand Table Model more than me and know more. Maybe they don’t know the secrets of Lop Nur underground, but they know the secrets of Lop Nur Yadan Landform Group better than me.
Cao Mingzhe clearly misunderstood my expression, thinking I was agitated.
He quickly walked over and put his arm around my shoulder. "Zhang, don't get worked up. This is my fault, but I couldn't help it. Without you, this operation would have been even more difficult. Xiao Guolin is a cautionary tale."
He was too impulsive. I had advised him to wait a while, to let the previous incident fade away before taking action again. But he couldn't wait, and look what happened.
I pushed Cao Mingzhe away. "Get me something to eat, Old Cao."
"You haven't eaten yet? It's early. Just wait a moment; I'll have it ready soon." Cao Mingzhe walked out of the room.
Of course, I was very hungry, but I pushed him away mainly because my emotions were too unstable. My body trembled involuntarily. I needed to use this brief moment to regain my composure before revealing everything to Cao Mingzhe.
I had to stabilize my emotions so that my thoughts could be clear.
Moreover, I didn't plan to tell Cao Mingzhe about this, nor did I intend to disclose it to anyone else. The strangeness of the Lop Nur Yadan Geomorphological Group was no less than that of the labyrinthine passages beneath it; the two seemed to be connected in some way, and this discovery made everything increasingly complicated.
That vast Yadan Landform Group had become more than just a point of reference for me; its deeper implications seemed even more terrifying. I wanted to confront ae first and obtain further information from them before making any decisions based on the specific circumstances and level of danger.
If the chances of success for this matter—specifically entering Lop Nur to search for Xiao Guolin and others or uncovering underground secrets—were too low, so low that success seemed impossible, I would inform Fatty of the situation and advise him to abandon it. If I could persuade Fatty, then perhaps this nightmare would come to an end for me. I would leave this turmoil behind and distance myself from anything related to archaeology.
My obsession with Lop Nur stemmed from the fact that Song Guilong was there. It was where Squad Leader Li and Squad Leader Zhao were buried. It was where I owed my debts! But I wasn't prepared to pay with my life. I had tried, done what I could, seeking the truth for both the living and the dead. I believed I had done my best.
If Fatty does not choose to give up, then I can only accompany the gentleman to my death. My gentleman is Xiao Guolin, the Li Squad Leader. Fatty is just a Fatty, with no connection to the gentleman whatsoever.
The room had no sofas, only hard chairs and an array of redwood furniture. I sat at a table, my hands spread flat with palms down on the surface, feeling the dense and hard grain of the redwood beneath my fingers.
Despite my efforts to distract myself, I could not ease my emotions. The panoramic view of Lop Nur's Yadan Landform Group kept flashing before my eyes, along with fragments of the Hakka People's Valley.
One thing was certain: Lop Nur's Yadan Landform Group was not a creation of nature; the wind erosion marks were merely an illusion. Its existence was man-made. Its purpose was beyond guessing.
I chose to press ae for answers; Jack should know, and One Commander would be involved as well. Jack would join this operation. So I waited here, ready to unleash my thunderous wrath upon his arrival.
Soon, Cao Mingzhe pushed a food cart back into the room. "French cuisine; I hope it suits your taste."
I noticed truffles and casually remarked, "Not cheap, I suppose."
Cao Mingzhe shook his head. "Money is not the issue; it's what money cannot solve that is the problem."
He turned and walked back behind his desk, looking at me with a meaningful expression as he sat down.
I knew our formal conversation was about to begin, so I needed to fill my stomach quickly and not let my physical state affect my mental focus.
In the empty room, there were no other sounds except for my chewing and the clinking of cutlery against the plate. Cao Mingzhe silently watched me, motionless like a stone statue.
"How's your sensory nerve?" I asked after pushing aside my plate, trying to lighten the mood.
"It's still the same." Cao Mingzhe rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a lighter, flicking it open with a snap before holding one hand over the flame. "This way is fine too; without pain, there is no fear."
"Just don't set yourself on fire," I said, watching him with concern and reminding him to be careful.
"I often do this, reminding myself of what I have been through, reminding myself that I am still alive, reminding myself," Cao Mingzhe choked up for a moment and then slammed the lighter onto the table.
"Some people are dead, and some are still unaccounted for."
Cao Mingzhe was quicker to enter conversation mode than I was; while I was still calming my emotions, he had already stepped into his role.
I tossed aside the napkin I had used to wipe my mouth and dragged my chair over to sit across from Cao Mingzhe's desk. The antique redwood chair was heavy, making a loud sound against the polished wooden floor.
Cao Mingzhe's office was bright, and neither of us could hide our expressions. I preferred to close the distance between us, allowing every nuance of his expression to be laid bare before me. After all, I had come prepared, confident that I could get him to reveal part of the truth.
"How did we get out?" I asked the most pressing question on my mind.
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