That desert lay in the northwest corner of Hua Country and was the largest desert within its borders. Beyond it stretched the Gobi Desert, sparsely dotted with shrubs such as camelthorn and white thorn.
While Xie De and Anbers were chatting,
Wei Yanchi slipped into 1601.
1601 was a typical three-bedroom apartment with a living room. Unlike what the residents here had claimed, it was neither filthy nor chaotic. On the contrary, everything had been kept very clean and tidy. It simply lacked any sign of human life, as though no one had lived there for a long time.
The white sheets draped over the furniture were covered in dust.
There were no corpses inside, but a faint sense of eeriness lingered.
Covering his nose and mouth, Wei Yanchi walked straight in without trying to hide. He did not disturb anything, merely looking around.
A picture of the northwestern desert hung above the television in the living room, but he could glean little else.
So he headed into the bedroom and study.
A few garments hung in the bedroom, and the sheets and duvet had been neatly arranged. A photograph of a family of three sat on the bedside table. The husband and wife both wore glasses and faint smiles, holding a six-month-old baby between them.
The study was somewhat cluttered. Both husband and wife clearly liked working there. Two desktop computers stood beside the desk, and the shelves held obscure, difficult books on research into mysterious incidents in Hua Country's northwestern desert.
Wei Yanchi gently shifted the meteorite on the bookshelf. Feeling its substance and weight, he confirmed that it was real. His gaze drifted to the human skull fragment beside it, which had been badly weathered and eroded.
With the clues gathered, the deductions began.
Judging by the