The hot sunlight is only two hours old. Blazing dust radiated in the shimmering heat wave, and the sparse sage seemed to be about to burn. The heat of the wind that may be emitted from the Mughal's fire box when it is pulled.

A highway twists and turns in the black outcrop of lava, or widens into a straight line, traversing the desert, stretching for miles to the bottom of the mountain. The asphalt surface of the sidewalk is almost liquid. It stuck to the tire of a big car, making a constant tearing sound.

Dean Lee was behind the wheel of a weather-beaten and sunburned car, staring at the glare. His dark skin is almost as brown as hair. The sun finished the work there. It wrinkled the eyes of the dark brown man. But the deep lines on the young face have been etched by the sense of responsibility. They made this man appear to be twenty-three years older than him, until the steady eyes flashed by the jovial entertainment made them lie.

Now, Li Bad's lips became a little grin because of his discomfort, but he knew the trick of the desert driver.

"More than a hundred under the shade of the tree," he reasoned silently. "Either way, it is very hot. However, facing it in 45 hours is like looking at the converter!"

He closed the window of the old sports car to within an inch of the top, and then opened the windshield half an inch. The explosion sucked moisture from him and turned into a slowly circulating hot air.

After preparing for fast driving, when he stopped the weather-beaten car, he only walked ten miles.

To his right, reaching cool heights under a cloudless blue sky, the gray peaks of the mountains give hope to relieve the hearth breathing of the desert floor. There are even white snow valleys hanging on the high peaks. A guard, if someone observes in the open land, may understand that another traveler stops to admire the sense of tranquility and majesty that stands tall, but he wants to know if he can see Li Huai's gaze staring from the mountain Turned around and crossed the terrible beach.

There are other mountains in the distance, lavender and gray. Not far away, there are other barren hillsides that stretch for about twenty or thirty miles in the dance of hot wind. Through the traces of the wheels of the rolling sand dunes, the faint and blowing wind leads directly to the dry peaks from the highway.

"Tona Basin!" Li Huai was thinking. "It's within these hills. At this moment, the temperature here is twenty degrees higher than it is now, but I want to see it. I want to take another look before facing the cooked pile in the city! "

He looked at his watch and shook his head. "No chance," he admitted. "I arrived at Eriksson's office in five hours. I want to know if I have a chance to be with them..."

After several hours of driving, I steadily walked into the office. After another hour, his tanned face became pale and weak. His lips lay stiffly in a straight line, and he would not relax under the sentence he was sure he was about to hear.

For an hour, he faced the man with steel eyes at the long table in the board of directors, faced him, and answered the questions of the man and the other six people sitting there. Doubtful question, difficult question; now the man is talking:

"Li Huai, six months ago, you proposed the Basin Project-plan to obtain electricity from the center of the earth, use that energy and control the power situation in the entire southwest. At that time, it seemed like a crazy gamble. But we investigated. It still looks like a gamble."

"Yes," Li Hao said, "this is a gamble. Do I call it something else?"

The staff member continued unwaveringly, "Two years ago, in 1940, the "Elman Oscillator" was invented. It solved the wireless transmission problem, but the success of your plan depends on your own invention—you said Straight drilling will not drift. When they get off the car for a few miles, the tangent cuts. Besides, it's up to you.

"Even if it won't ruin the plan; however, Lee Bad, we only bet on one factor. No matter how many billion they promised, there is no ambitious plan: Without a machine, no matter what they plan to do, they can get one dollar. We use A man supported by money!"

There was no expression on his face, but he persisted in his mind and yelled:

"Why can't he speak out and go to waste? I'm lost-they are a bunch of boiled people!" But he didn't need to eliminate the pain. But-what is that guy talking about?

"Man, Bad Li!" The ruthless voice continued. "From the moment you take out the nutritional products from the bottle, we have checked you; this is your support. This is why we established a small company. This is why we invested a million dollars and this is why we Let you be responsible for operations."

He stretched out a hand and must blindly stretch it out.

"I will go to hell," said, and tried to keep my voice steady, "with such support!"

He let his emotions express in trembling laughter. He added: "Maybe I will do that. I will definitely move in the right direction."

In another day's sunshine, the hot asphalt once again illuminated the tires of Li's broken old car. But this time, when he reached the almost disappearing trail through the sand to the distant mountains, he stopped, partially deflated the tires so that they gripped the sand tightly, and then threw it off.

He said to himself: "A stupid kid, trick, but I want to see this place. Before passing by, I will see a lot of things, but now I have to see; and then I will work hard.

"Thermal Exploration Co., Ltd.!" The name rippled in his mind. "One million things to do-men, drills, derricks.... We will have to drive trucks on this road; I will pave a boardwalk on the sand. There is also water-we have to drag the road. We have to wait until we sink into the sink well. We can find water there. I must go and see that place."

The black side of the mountains is closer: the rocks of each outcrop are clearly volcanic, and the broad slopes are ash and pumice beds. The wheel traces disappeared completely, entangled into the canyon hidden in the huge hills, and the canyon suddenly pushed itself away from the desert.

The mountains themselves towered closer, but the path that was taken passed them without crossing the highest slope. It is almost nothing more than a trail, sometimes barely enough for the width of a car, but the ditch full of boulders shows where people made it by hand.

Finally came to the open space, a rock shoulder bends the road towards a sea of ​​sand far below. The peaks now show their circular arrangement-a large ring, 20 miles wide. There are three conical peaks on one side, an incomparable volcanic crater, and its scarred side is covered by ash and sand, which have fallen from the broken top of the mountain over the years. However, they are so hot, and the irregularly rimmed cup on the top is so clear that they seem to push themselves towards the earth at that moment. At the bottom of them are signs of human habitation-broken walls, scattered stone buildings, and their empty windows in black. This is the whole content of "New Rhyolite".

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