I grabbed my shock in my sleeping bag.

I know that if she was death, it would be too funny to try to deal with her with a shock device produced by a small underground factory. All I did was an instinctive action.

She seemed to be staring at me in the darkness, still not talking.

I broke the silence: "Why don't you speak?"

She finally spoke out: "You are not the first to say that..."

I said, "What does it mean?"

Her tone was a little sad: "I have long felt that I was often possessed by something..."

I'm a little confused.

She continued, “Can I say it from the beginning?”

I said, "Tell me."

She said: "I am from Tianjin. When I was 20 years old, my hair suddenly turned white. My father took me to see many doctors, Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and it can't be cured. Let's talk about genetics, my parents are not short of white hair. Moreover, I have never lacked nutrition since I was a child. Since my hair turned white, my brain has always lost its memory, and it is very serious. I often don't know what I did..."

I listened quietly.

She continued: "For example, I was sitting in front of my computer at home and suddenly got amnesia. When I woke up, I was still sitting in front of my computer at home, and I didn't know what happened. Later, I heard from my family that I realized that I had been missing for many days and came back by myself..."

I said, "You mean, your body was borrowed by someone else?"

She said: "I think so. Once, a high school classmate of mine called me and said she saw me at Dadonghai Beach in Sanya. Then she asked me why she ran over to talk to me and I ignored her? The day she said was during my amnesia! She also said that there was a tall and thin boy walking with me at that time, looking very close, like a couple. She thought I had told the boy something that was inconvenient to recognize her, so she didn't say anything else, and walked away in confusion... After hearing her words, I felt too scary because I had never been to Sanya, and I didn't remember knowing any tall and thin boy!"

I gradually began to believe her.

She said again: "Later I thought of a solution. While I was awake, I put a note in my pocket, wrote a memo, and reminded myself to write a diary..."

For some reason, I suddenly became nervous.

What did she do when she lost her memory? As long as she knew how to write a diary, the truth would be revealed.

She said: "Sure enough, every time I get amnesia and wake up again, I will have an extra notebook with my actions written on it. A few years later, I saved up seven or eight diary books, and I always carry them with me. There is another me in it. When I suddenly lose my memory, I can only know my origin by reading them... Do you understand?"

I said, "Understand."

She said: "Once, I was missing for 5 months. When I woke up, I found that all my diary was burned and my belly was big..."

Sometimes I am very stupid and can't even think of any connection between burning my diary and getting bigger.

She stopped talking.

I asked, "Why!"

She said: "When I was sick, I was probably sleeping with a man and getting pregnant. I must have written this experience into my diary. He found out my diary and knew that I had amnesia. For irresponsibility, he burned those diaries and destroyed all my memories of him."

I said, "Where is the child?"

She said: "Miscaria, dead."

Stop, she said again: "The reason why I always take that globe with me and draw a mark whenever I go anywhere is because I am afraid that I have forgotten where I have been and where I have not been."

Seeing that I didn't speak, she asked, "Why don't you talk anymore? Don't believe me?"

After recalling what she said, I always feel that there is something wrong with the logic, but I can't find it.

I said, "I'm wondering if you are losing your memory now..."

She immediately said: "Of course not, I'm very sober. I saw the news of your disappearance in Lop Nur from the Internet, and then flew to Xinjiang and signed up to be a volunteer."

Her hair was explained, she appeared in many people's lives, and even the weird globe she carried with her was explained...

I suddenly said, "Why are your name An Chunhong?"

She said, "Hmm? Is there any problem?"

I said, "I'm wondering, there are so many Chinese characters in China, why did your parents choose these three characters..."

She smiled: "Then why are your name Zhou Dedong?"

I said, "It's different. Do you know the legend about An Chunhong?"

She said: "I don't know. This name is very vulgar and it should be called by many people."

I said: "Several major disasters have occurred from the last century to the present, and there is a survivor every time. What's amazing is that those survivors are all called An Chunhong."

After saying that, I waited for her reaction.

She said happily: "It seems that this name is very lucky! Well, that master really has the eyes..."

I said, "What master?"

She said: "I didn't call this name in the past, it was given to me by a master."

Master—I seemed to have caught some clues and immediately asked her: "Where did you meet this master?"

She said, "I was very sad after my hair turned white. One morning, I was walking outside the community and saw an old nun. She said to me, "Little donor, your name is An Chunhong. She said that, and then walked over. For some reason, I believed in her very much and changed her name when I got home."

I said, "You have your surname An?"

She said: "No."

Then she said, "Later, I often went to the temple to burn incense. Two years ago, I went to Thailand to travel and worshiped a master from the Zhengwang Temple in Bangkok. He invited me to a plaque and a plaque to me. It was the amulet worn on my neck. The amulet is divided into genuine cards and Yin cards. The authentic cards are the best. It is made by monks under the guidance of the Buddha. The Yin cards are different. It is designed by Ahn, that is, the master, and then activated elements such as ghosts, demons, and immortals to make them.

Yin cards are often used to achieve some unreal goals, such as confusing the opposite sex, obtaining money, etc., which is not well-informed in Thailand. The Yin cards makers also divide white robe Azan and black robe Azan. The white robe Azan has the meaning of Jigong, and belongs to the nature of a half-immortal and half-demon. Black robe Azan is usually monks who betray their faith or violate the Buddhist precepts. They practice far away from the city and practice in the deep mountains and forests. When they make Yin cards, they often use abandoned babies' corpses or animals' organs, which are extremely powerful..."

I really don't want to listen.

When women reach their thirties and forties, they often become treacherous and speak "master" and keep talking "master", which is basically a characteristic of age. Once, I had a meal with a high-ranking official, and he brought a woman and talked endlessly about her amulet. I quit halfway...

However, I trust An Chunhong more and more.

I saw some characteristics of her peers in her.

I'm most afraid of her having no characteristics.

It was already past 1 a.m. when An Chunhong and I slept.

It was very cold that night.

I shrank my head into my sleeping bag, not wanting to waste the little heat I exhaled, but my whole body was still trembling. I suspected that I was still in heatstroke.

An Chunhong fell asleep, and she actually made a slight snoring. The girls sleep quietly. This is also the characteristic of age?

I didn't care about anything and fell asleep soon.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I heard An Chunhong scream suddenly, and I suddenly opened my eyes: “What’s wrong!”

In the darkness, I heard Baisha say: "It's me."

Baisha is back!

An Chunhong asked in panic: "Who are you!"

Baisha asked back: "Who are you?"

I said, "It's all my own people."

Then, I turned on the emergency lights, and An Chunhong and Baisha looked at each other.

I said to An Chunhong, "He is our teammate, and I went out last night. You slept with his sleeping bag." Then, I said to Baisha, "She is here to find our volunteer, and her name is An Chunhong."

Baisha showed an inappropriate smile on her face and said to An Chunhong: "I'm sorry. After I came in, I touched Mr. Zhou. I didn't want to disturb him. I wanted to sneak into the sleeping bag and lie down. Unexpectedly, it pressed on you..."

An Chunhong touched her heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

I looked at my phone and it was past 7 o'clock in the morning and it was still dark outside.

I asked Baisha: "Why are you... back?"

Baisha said: "Don't you want me to come back?"

I said, "I hope you have left Lop Nur."

Baisha said: "Thanks to you turn on the headlights, otherwise I will definitely not be able to find this lake."

I looked at his clothes, which had black and red blood stains on them, and I asked him in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

He looked at his clothes sensitively and said, "It's okay. This is not mine."

I said, "You killed them?"

He said, "Yes, two."

I was shocked: "Two! Are you sure?"

He looked into my eyes and said, "Do you think I'm bragging?"

I said, "How did you... do it?"

Baisha took out an old-fashioned folding razor from his pocket and swung it a few times in his hand. The razor opened and closed, and the "click" sounded, exuding a cold murderous aura. I didn't know that he had always carried this weapon.

He said calmly: "Use it."

Then, he took out a very clean towel from his pocket: "Plus it."

I don't understand, how to combine a shaver and a towel?

He carefully wiped the blade of the shave with a towel and put it in his pocket.
To be continued...