The Arctic Heavenly Cabinet in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Arctic Ocean on the Earth's Map. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info A French research ship that set off from Lady Franklin's Bay in Greenland three days ago stayed in the icy sea.

It's minus 57 degrees Fahrenheit, far from when the Arctic is at its lowest. It was foggy in the morning, and Captain Bonoir went to the deck worriedly.

Elsewhere, fog may only affect vision. But in the Arctic, it is a deadly disaster. The fog was very likely to cause the hull to freeze, and eventually the ship capsized due to heavy icing.

In March, the Arctic receives a significant increase in daylight hours, and in midsummer, it will be completely polar daylight, and the sun will not set 24 hours a day.

The aftermist froze on his eyelashes, and he was about to go to the cabin to wake up the crew and prepare to clear the ice from the ship. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dazzling Northern Lights dancing at the end of the hazy horizon.

The Northern Lights are not unusual, and if you stay in the polar circle for a long time, you will always see them a few times. But this time, a hint of foreboding rose in Bonois's heart for no reason.

The aurora borealis was so enchanting that it looked like a giant ghost waving its teeth and claws in the sky. Dozens of flashes of light pierced like sharp swords, but they retracted without warning, as if the fierce demon was stretching out its invisible arm, ready to crush the ship, but was blocked by a transparent glass.

Bonoy looked at the Northern Lights in amazement, and the icebergs in the distance first turned blue, then released a blood-like red, and finally turned into your emerald green.

Tightening his collar and slowly raising his head, it was not the first time Bonoir had seen the aurora, and a scientist had explained this phenomenon during his previous expeditions to Arctic waters, which may be caused by a thick but unstable layer of cold air covering the frozen sea and invisible frozen land. When light rays are constantly and rapidly refracted in it, it creates a glare disturbance.

Bonoy shook his head and stepped into the captain's cabin on the frozen deck. The helmsman, Ben Alfollet, was dozing off on his desk, with a half-drunk bottle of tequila at his hand.

The expedition team took samples here yesterday, and the ship was anchored and fixed, and Ben AlFollet, a young man who had visited the North Pole for the first time, was rarely so laid-back.

"Hey, Ben. Wake up, we're going to hit an iceberg. ”

Ben is Bonnois's nephew, and he has been yearning for the North Pole since he was a child. Bonois had a good relationship with him and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and joke loudly.

Ben Alfalette was so agitated that he almost instinctively wanted to hold the rudder, until his hands were empty, he reacted, rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, you are playing me again." ”

"Alright. Bonoy patted him on the shoulder and said, "Drinking is not a good habit for a good helmsman." Cheer up, wake up the others, we have done some work today. ”

"Yes, uncle. ”

Ben Alfalette quickly picked himself up, stepped out of the captain's quarters, and looked out in the direction of the ice-covered bowmast.

The sea was covered with a thick layer of ice floe, and the Compass research ship was squeezed by the ice, the stern was slightly upward, the bow was downward, and the ten feet in front of the bow mast were buried in the sea, forming an ice ridge.

"It's terrible. ”

Ben Alflet rubbed his face and sighed, and the exhaled breath immediately turned into a cloud of ice crystals that reflected the aurora, floating out from the corner of his mouth.

In the icy and snowy winter, wrapped in a cold-proof suit weighing dozens of pounds, no one is willing to work at all.

After a few moments of activity on the rink-like deck, Ben Alfelet was about to start work when he suddenly heard a 'bang' of gunshots echoing across the ice field.

He was stunned for a moment, heard the sound coming from the other side of the ship, and hurried over. Uncle Bonoy also ran out of the captain's quarters, and then more people ran out of the room.

"Hey, Bastian, what's going on? Why did you shoot?"

Bastian was the ship's guard, a retired soldier, with one of the few shotguns on the expedition ship in his hand. There was no expression on his ice-covered scarf, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Sir." There's something...... Passed behind the iceberg. ”

Bonoy frowned and said, "Bastian, it's probably just ice and aurora, there's no fuss." ”

"You're too sensitive, Lieutenant. ”

A low laugh erupted from the crowd.

Bastian looked at the glacier suspiciously, uncertain, "I did see something just now." It's like, it's like ...... A lizard? a green lizard. ”

"Hey, this is the Arctic, not the Amazon jungle. ”

"Green lizard?" Bonoy laughed, "The aurora is sometimes green, and it forms a distorted beam of light that is then reflected in the water. Well, it might look like a lizard. ”

"Maybe?"

Bastian shook his head, and the crowd was about to disperse. Suddenly, I heard a slight crack of ice, the sound was extremely distant, but it was very clear.

Everyone hurried to the side of the ship, trying to find the source of the sound. Soon, they discovered that the ice floes around the ship began to squeeze towards the hull.

"Oops, there are icebergs moving. ”

Boom, boom.

In less than a minute, the ice floes around the hull rumbled, cracked and snapped, and the sound was piercing, as if roaring and screaming.

Bonoy turned around slowly, his eyelashes were already frozen into a frame, his exhaled breath and snot were crusting on his upper lip, and he said in a heavy voice, "Where's Andrea?

"Andre and Barre got off the post an hour ago, and are now resting at the port side outpost. Bastian replied.

"Ben, staring at the icefield. The others followed me to get the tools and get ready to de-ice. We're going to get out of here as soon as possible. Bonois strode toward the watch post on the port side.

It took hours of work to shovel out a few channels about a foot thick in the snow in the cold layer on the deck, de-icing with tools such as sharp-nosed hoes and ice chisels, removing the snow foam, and finally putting in layers of sand to increase the friction of the walkway, and there was still a large patch of ice on the deck surface.

"Alright! Now let's get ready to start the engine, let's get out of here. ”

The cleaned deck was even more slippery, and Bonoy almost skated all the way to the captain's quarters. The others were in their places, ready to finish the expedition while the ice floe was loose, and when they got back to land, they would find a tavern for a few drinks, and even better, a girl.

"Boom-buzz......"

A strange sound rang out over the ice field, and Bonoit could bet it wasn't the sound of the engine starting. The hull shook violently, and he leaned on the porthole and looked around, his eyes widening instantly.

The demon incarnated by the Northern Lights grew more and more frenzied, and the glare obscured the sky, and less than two miles from the port side of the bow of the ship, a giant iceberg shone like an illusion, as if it was glowing from the icy flames inside the iceberg.

Then the hull began to tremble violently.