The convoy set out from Golmud. Who is the local and who is the mainland is obvious at a glance. The local drivers and guides are all wearing casual clothes, leather jackets, cotton jackets, etc., with messy hair and black and red faces. The mainland people are all wearing brightly colored windbreakers, sunglasses and hats, and look pampered and pampered. They occasionally go to the west and think life is cool.

Along the way, Jian Ai was spreading the jokes between Yu Qian's father and father with Liu Kunlun. They were sitting in the same Land Cruise with Qinghai license plate. Jian Ai was so happy that he fell back and laughed madly. After that, he said that Liu Kunlun, you have a good temper and you will not be angry no matter how you say it.

"Oh, what should you do when you enter society in the future? You're simply at slaughter." Jian Ai sighed unconfrontationally, and wanted to reach out to touch Liu Kunlun's head, "Why do your sister cover you."

Liu Kunlun pressed Jian Ai's hand down and just smiled faintly, not surprising at all. This ugly and silly girl didn't know her reputation. If she knew that the young man in front of her had more than a dozen lives on his hands, she would probably not dare to say anything in the future. Liu Kunlun didn't want that.

The expedition team rushed straight to Wudaoliang. This place belongs to the Yushu area of ​​Qinghai. It is an average altitude of more than 4,500 meters. It is a real no-man's land, but it is not suitable for humans to live for a long time. Looking around, there are no grass growing, and there are endless sand and gravels. There are snow-capped mountains in the distance, and it is desolate and not like the surface of the earth.

The Tibetan driver was amazed when he heard Jian Ai's twitch and said that this was nothing. There were people moving around in the no-man's land. The gang poaching Tibetan antelope has been active here for more than ten years. They have good cars and guns, and the police can't beat them. Sonam Dajie was killed by poachers. The mountain patrol team drove a Beijing Jeep, but there were no current conditions. They were always Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles, satellite phones and GPS.

"Master, have you ever met Sonam Dajie?" Jian Ai asked this Tibetan uncle with a vicissitudes of face.

"I drove Sonam Dajie, and I was twenty-two years old that year," said the master. "My name is Dangwang, and I am from the Western Working Committee. Later, Sonam Dajie died, and his brother-in-law Zabadorje also died less than two years after he took over. Later, the Western Working Committee was disbanded, and I went to Zhiduo County Tourism Bureau to be a driver, and I have been here until now."

"Master, tell me the story of that year." Jian Ai no longer cared about Liu Kunlun's father and father, so he begged Uncle Dangwang to come.

The driver was bored while idle, and told the stories that had been told countless times again. He was a driver of the Tourism Bureau and often sent mainland and foreign guests. These jokes were familiar and were already quite smooth. In addition to the stories of protecting Tibetan antelope, there were also other jokes interspersed occasionally, such as mysterious allusions in the No Man’s Land.

"It's said it's a no-man's land, but our Kekexili is much better than the desert. It has snow-capped mountains, lakes, animals, Tibetan antelope, wild yaks, marmots, and vegetation. Humans are the most tenacious animals. When we caught poachers, we were not easy to deal with. It was dangerous and it was illegal to kill them. If they were killed, they would put them in the no-man's land. It was their life to be able to go out, and it was their life to not be able to go out. Many people could go out. They didn't have cars, food and water, so they could not do it."

Jane Ai said: "Many people can go out, that means some people can't go out?"

When Wang did not answer this question, he started another thing: "One year, the Tourism Bureau gave me a task to go to Bukadaban every other month to give supplies. It was the highest peak in Kokoxili, with an altitude of 6,800 meters. The man lived on the mountain for a long time. He was in a cave, and he was piled up with stones at the entrance of the cave, leaving only a small hole. I put the supplies in this cave and then I would have completed the task."

Jian Ai exclaimed: "There is really such a person who exists!"

Dangwang said: "There are so many, and it has not stopped since the reform and opening up. There are many people in Ali, Tibet. Some people come from India and Nepal, and there are also people from Western Europe and the United States. Their food is the same, nothing else, just water and barley noodles."

"Then how to deal with his feces?" Liu Kunlun interrupted and was pushed away by Jian Ai: "You go."

"Then have you seen that practitioner or talk to him?" Jian Ai was very curious.

Dangwang said: "We ordinary staff don't have the chance to meet, and they won't negotiate in person. They usually let their entourage negotiate with the Tourism Bureau. In the past, the technology was not developed and the degree of openness was not high enough. Foreigners came here to practice, but it wouldn't work without passing through our government. Now it's different. They can rent a car by themselves and find a guide by themselves. Gradually, they don't ask the local government for help, so the government has lost a large amount of foreign exchange income."

The Wudaoliang arrived all the way, and the convoy provided simple supplies. In fact, they had enough supplies. The pickup truck was filled with drinking water, dry food, gasoline, spare tires and various tools. The food in the Wudaoliang restaurant tasted very bad. The convoy set up a stove to cook by himself, and then continued to move forward after a full meal. Within 30 kilometers, the place where Liu Kunlun was in trouble.

The broken Jetta was parked on the side of the road, and its white body was mottled by the wind and sand. Liu Kunlun was puzzled. Why no one stole the car? You can understand it by thinking about it carefully. The cost is too high. The old Jetta is only worth 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. It is really unwise to drag a scrapped car on the plateau.

But the slightly valuable things in the car disappeared, including Liu Kunlun's ID, wallet and mobile phone, and even the spare tire was taken away.

The expedition convoy stopped on the side of the road, and the team members got off the car and followed Liu Kunlun's missing route to look for traces, but Liu Kunlun had no impression of it. He couldn't see clearly that day, and only remembered that there seemed to be a Lama temple in the distance. However, today the weather was sunny, and the visibility on the plateau was extremely high, and the Lama temple could not be found with a telescope.

"There are no lama temples here," Dangwang said, "it may be hallucinations caused by hypoxia."

Li Ming noticed the talkative Tibetan driver and started talking to him. After a few words, he mentioned the person who was practicing in the cave on Bukadaban Peak. Li Ming was very interested and asked for some details. Dangwang only said that he knew the way, but he had never seen anyone before.

"You can still find the way now, right?" Li Ming asked. After receiving a positive answer, he took out his satellite phone and walked a few hundred meters away and didn't know who he called. After calling for more than ten minutes, he came back and announced that he was going to Bukadaban Peak, and the adventure had been changed to mountaineering.

The convoy left the road and headed west. In front of it was the unmanned land of Kekexili, with sufficient supplies and strong logistic support. Everyone was very motivated. The scenery along the way was magnificent, with glaciers, rivers, meadows, and flocks of Tibetan antelope and wild yaks. Dangwang was right, it was said to be an unmanned land here, but there were not many traces of human activities. They even met mountain patrolmen in the reserve on the road. The two sides communicated briefly and learned that the convoy was an official explorer endorsed by the government, and the mountain patrol team did not cause trouble for them.

It is as empty as the surface of Mars. This is the adjective of Jian Ai. It only took one day to go from the initial shocking praise to the later boring and drowsy.

When he stayed overnight in Kekexili, Liu Kunlun and Jian Ai lived in the same tent. The wind was howling outside and the tent was as warm as spring. Jian Ai began to feel bored again and asked about Liu Kunlun's life experience.

"Did you do whatever you want because you are ugly?" Liu Kunlun said angrily, "Believe me or not..."

"What are you doing?" Jane Ai said indifferently.

"Nothing." Liu Kunlun was cowardly.

"Actually, I don't have a father. My father died when I was one year old. I don't remember what he looked like. My mother died when I was five years old. It was my grandmother who raised me. So I have been a tomboy since I was a child, wild child. I especially envy those who are loved by my parents." Jian Ai said in a low voice, and then fell silent. Just when Liu Kunlun wanted to comfort her, she suddenly said: "Especially those with fathers and fathers, you are so lucky."

Liu Kunlun said: "When I was a child, my father often beat me, and I was hitting that kind to death, but I never beg for mercy and didn't shed a tear. He beat me even harder. Later, when he grew up, he often fought with others. I didn't accept anyone or fear anyone, even if the knife was placed on his neck, he didn't even prick him."

After a pause, Liu Kunlun said again: "But now I'm convinced you."

"Hahaha." Jane Ai burst into laughter.

The long night in the no-man's land passed without realizing it. It was even colder when I woke up in the early morning. Even if I was equipped with the world's top camping tents and heating facilities, I felt extremely difficult. It was hard to imagine how hard the Sonam Dajies were back then.

There was no road to Bukadaban Peak, so he could only climb on foot and look at the snow-capped mountains. It was only after Dangwang told the truth. He bragged that he had never given supplies to the practitioners, but this matter was true. He was only responsible for transporting it to the foot of the mountain, and there were special people to climb the mountain to transport it.

Li Ming prepared for the rain, and among the people he brought were mountaineers, and he was a master who climbed Mount Everest from the north slope. But even so, hasty climbing is still extremely dangerous. Bukadaban Peak is steep, with continuous glaciers and winds as high as 11 and 2 levels. Few people have successfully reached the summit in history, which is incomparable to the people like Mount Everest. Besides, there are twenty-eight peaks distributed around it, so there is no way to know which peak a practitioner is.

A mountaineer raised an objection. He said that in 2001, a magnitude 8.1 earthquake occurred in Kunlun Mountain, which not only caused a 300-kilometer-long crack, but also caused the ice peak on the north side of Bukadaban Peak to collapse, forming a natural barrier. In other words, even vultures on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau could not fly up, let alone humans.

The expedition team was organized by Li Ming, but there is only an employment relationship and no superior-level relationship. He can't help but want others to give up.

"For this guy to brag, I'm mobilized people to climb the snow-capped mountains. Isn't it childish?" The mountaineer asked Li Ming.

"He is not bragging." Li Ming said seriously, "The people he said do exist, and they are even more magical than he said. If he could find the cave where he once hid, he would give him a million reward."

The mountaineering team sneered, "One million is good, but lifelessness is equal to zero. Besides, everyone else has left, what is the value of leaving a hole?

Li Ming said: "Two million."

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I'm going to Nanjing again tomorrow and I have to stop the day off. I'll be rafting with all the big names in the Qinhuai River, and live broadcast @Sina Jiangsu
Chapter completed!