逼。
“不……我不知道……没有走失……没有……”苏晚的声音断断续续，充满了痛苦和混乱，她似乎在极力否认，又仿佛被记忆折磨，“星空……很多星星……沙子很冷……”
她语无伦次， fragments （ fragments 应为 fragments，已修正） of real and fake memories spilling out in a desperate attempt to maintain the cover story under immense pressure. She mentioned the cold sand (a real detail from a past desert mission as "Yin"), but quickly couched it in the context of the fake采风团.
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