Haikou iceberg, limelight like a knife.

The man in black stood on an iceberg with his cuffs agitated and embroidered with large circles and small circles of red seven-pointed stars.

From here, you can see Karnak, which is only five families, and the little Hawke's wooden house is still smoking, and it is thought that he must have roasted a sawfish after eating the Thunderbird. The iceberg was not far from Karnak, and little Hawk accompanied him here to see the sea many times. Little Hawke didn't accompany him today, he was alone, and this was the last time he saw the sea here.

The sparkling sea, without too much ice floe, reflects the blue of the sky, as far as the eye can see. The waves crashed against the icebergs beneath their feet, tumbling and dancing in the air, and the broken waves glittered with gold.

Little Hawke once asked him what was there to see about this ocean alone?

He replied, "Don't you hear the song in the wind here?"

"No, it just feels cold. Little Hawk shook his head, he was wearing only a coat made of polar bear skin, his arms and calves were exposed, and the wind blew, and his blood was cold. The weirdo didn't wear a lot either, a black robe, so the uncle was a weirdo.

The cold wind blew through his ears, and the man in black closed his eyes. The silver bottle is broken, the iron rider is prominent, the stream and mountain stream are murmuring, and the snow-melting spring water is tinkling. There is really a song in the wind, but only he can hear it, which is a pity.

He crouched down, removed his gloves, and rested his hand on the ice. The snow on the surface was stroked away by the hand, and there was a palm-sized notch on the ice: a regular circle, and a drop-shaped "water" in the circle. The inscription is simple and solemn, like a pattern carved in the church in the old days, representing the tears of God.

The man in black turned his left hand into a knife and slashed at his right hand, and in an instant, he was drenched in blood, but the blood was like the sea, it was a strange blue. The pattern of the right hand pressed on the ice, and the blue blood seeped along the nick, and the iceberg shone with blue light.

The blue light extended downward, and there was a click, and the iceberg under his feet cracked, and the crack spread from top to bottom, crawling all over the iceberg in the blink of an eye. The iceberg splits into ice, and the ice falls into the sea, throwing huge waves into a huge wave, and when it falls, it hits out white smoke, and the sea and the sky are filled with smoke.

The huge iceberg crumbled, and the man in black stood in the middle of the waves, a lone icicle at his feet. The entire iceberg was torn apart, but the icicles under his feet were not falling. The cold wind blew his robes, and he removed his hood, his white eyes filled with wind and snow.

Subtle ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea, and the ripples expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, the entire sea surface rose and fell. Like an uneasy submarine volcano in a raging storm, the volcano is about to erupt, and the whole sea is boiling.

The stirred waves fell on the head of the man in black, wetting his black hair, and the white pupils filled with wind and snow stared at the sea, missing a trace of indifference.

The ripples began to spin into whirlpools, and the whirlpools began to expand gradually. Gradually, the icicle standing on the man in black became the center of the whirlpool, like a reed left over from a hurricane, which would be broken in the next second.

Suddenly, the whirlpool stopped, condensed into ice by the sudden cold air, a terrifying and shocking picture, a huge ice whirlpool, a remnant of independent icicles, a ghostly masterpiece.

There were instantaneous condensed water droplets in front of the man in black, and he stretched out his hand to fall. The droplets of water fell downward, but suddenly expanded in mid-air, and when they landed on the whirlpool, it became an ocean that separated the sea, and the waves were turbulent inside, and the wind was calm outside.

Black shadows shrouded like a tide, huge creatures emerged from the whirlpool, white spikes pierced the sky, unfurled fins like wings, and cold air overflowed the scales. The dragon's whiskers swayed, and its fanged mouth grinned softly, as if smiling.

The giant monster was taller than the icicle, but it bent down and got close to the icicle, its huge tail wagging in the water. The man in black stood on the icicle, as small as an ant, and the troll and the man in black looked at each other, and could blow the man in black away in one breath.

However, the man in black reached out and stroked the troll's smooth head, and he gently rubbed it, his eyes full of pampering.

"Long time no see! ”

The troll's tail wagged even more happily, and it let out a high-pitched whisper in its throat, as if it were suppressing its screams.

"It's been a while, you shouldn't know me, right? Fortunately, you're obedient, and you're the only one who is obedient, willing to stay where you are and wait for me, it's not bad here, I specially picked a place for you. ”

The troll dives into the sea, swims back and forth, the whirlpool of ice is broken by it, the sea dissolves, and the troll swims into the distance, turns back sharply, and stands in front of the icicle again, as if to express something.

The man in black strokes the troll again.

"Uh-huh, I know, I sensed it. Have you been there once? Have you seen Blackie?"

The troll shook its forehead, like a funny clown, aggrieved and aggrieved.

"It's okay, I'll get you all back this time, no one can separate us. ”

The troll let out a low cry and stretched out its huge tongue to lick the man in black, gentle and cautious.

"Let's go! Let's go pick up Hei together. ”

The troll leaned down, and the man in black jumped off the icicle and landed on the troll's forehead, and he held on to the white spike, and the troll swam around, the waves swelled on both sides, and the black robes were blown by the wind and hunted. The towering icicle behind it shattered with a clatter, falling into the rough sea one by one.

……

USS Ohio.

The crane winch is working, the chain has been recovered by a third, everything is normal, and the task can be completed within half an hour.

The polar day made no sense of the time change, but the biological clock still worked, and the people on the boat had not slept all night, except for a few over-energetic boys, most of whom had begun to get dizzy. The people in charge of delivering coffee came and went, and cups of espresso black coffee were on the tray, and the rich aroma of coffee wafted in the cold wind.

"Professor, your coffee. ”

"Thank you. Bernard took his coffee and nodded.

Sasha smiled sweetly and moved on to deliver the next one.

Counting this cup, Professor Bernard has already drunk the fourth, he is the one who drank the most, but in fact he has done nothing from the beginning of the mission to the present, and has been staying in the stern to blow the cold wind.

Sasha didn't know or know anyone at the stern of the ship, he was a professor, and most of them worked at the bow of the ship. It was Professor Oguyedu who asked her to bring a cup of coffee to Professor Bernard at the stern of the boat, and she learned that there was another professor on board.

Strange to say, the same professor, Professor Oguyedu has been busy in the command center, but Professor Bernard does nothing, does not ask, stares at the sparkling sea, and looks like he has nothing to do with himself.

"Classmates. Bernard said suddenly.

Sasha, who hadn't taken two steps, looked back curiously, this was the first time the professor had said anything other than "thank you" to her. "Is there anything else, Professor?"

Professor Bernard raised his hand, and the index finger of his right hand turned around his ear, and his hand was beautiful, with slender fingers and well-defined bones, which were very clean. "Did you hear anything?"

There was a whistling wind in my ears, and at first glance, I felt like a ghost crying wolf. Sasha asked, "You mean the wind?"

"It's not the wind, it's the whale song. Have you ever heard the call of a beluga whale? It's very similar to that sound. ”

Professor Bernard was actually a little excited, and Sasha thought that the professor was a whale lover. She had heard the chirping of beluga whales, which are known as canaries in the sea and can make many kinds of sounds, which are very beautiful.

She closed her eyes and listened, as if there was indeed no whale cry she was familiar with, except for the wind. She opened her eyes and shook her head.

Professor Bernard didn't care, raised the coffee in his hand, and smiled, "It's okay, the coffee you made is delicious and delicious." ”

"Thank you. Sasha chuckled and turned away. The professor wondered, where is this coffee she makes, can't she drink this instant coffee?

Bernard savored the coffee in his hand, it was bitter, but delicious. He hadn't really drunk instant coffee, he hadn't drunk coffee in so long that the taste was almost forgotten. Bitterness is mixed with sweetness, and there is a sense of bitterness and sweetness.

The smile on the corner of Bernard's mouth grew bigger and bigger, Bernard smiled more today in a day than he had in the past twenty years, he was so happy, he heard it right, the child-like scream of wah, the wind wrapped it and sent it, exactly the same as the sound that recurred in the dream, he knew that it was not far away, it was nearby, and that thing was coming.