The huge impact force and the fact that I was wearing a radiation protective suit were slow to move, and after losing my body's center of gravity, I couldn't make any self-protection movements. I leaned straight back. The moment I hit my head against the wall, I saw Huansheng also turn around, trying to reach out to stop the black shadow, but the surface material of the chemical protective suit was extremely smooth, and there was nowhere to focus, how could I hold the other party? The black shadow just made a slight movement to break free, and had already thrown Huansheng aside, and grabbed the door by himself.

The helmet of the chemical hazmat suit was strong enough, and I didn't seem to have any other major injuries other than my head being shaken to the point of Venus. Huansheng didn't chase the black shadow anymore, and turned around to help me. But lying on the ground, I clearly felt the shaking of the ground coming again, and it was getting closer and closer.

The light of the two flashlights swept over, and soon, the two white shadows gradually became clear. It was Team Cao and Xiao Lei who followed, faltering, and they should have chased a short distance. The radiation suit weighs about a dozen kilograms with a helmet, and I don't feel it when I walk normally. Xiao Lei hurried two steps and rushed up to help me with Huansheng, but Team Cao bent down, leaning against the wall, gasping for air.

I made a gesture in front of Team Cao, meaning what was going on? Team Cao raised his head, pointed upwards behind him, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand made two gestures on his left hand, making a running gesture. That should mean that he and Xiao Lei started chasing the black shadow in the cockpit on the top floor, and ran all the way here.

Team Cao dragged my left hand and wrote two strokes with my index finger on it, one horizontally and one vertically, and I could see that it was a "Ding" character.

In fact, the moment I fell to the ground, I already saw that the black shadow had a ponytail tied over the back of his head, and this rare feature made me understand that this black shadow was Ding Jian. It's just that I can't figure it out, how did Ding Jian get on the East Star? Could it be that he hid in a helicopter on the scientific research ship and flew over with Wei Zhihua?

Team Cao took two breaths, patted me on the shoulder, made a forward gesture, and rushed out of the hatch with Xiao Lei and continued to chase out.

Huansheng helped me and was about to step out of the cabin when suddenly, the Dongxing under my feet began to vibrate violently. At first, it was just a continuous, slight bump up and down, like the feeling of a car engine just starting. But it soon turned into a violent swaying from side to side, and the magnitude of the swaying was so large that Cao Team and Xiao Lei, who were a few meters away in front of us, fell straight out sideways, and then rolled away in the opposite direction.

Huansheng and I clung to the metal handrail next to the hatch, and even so, our bodies turned sideways. There was a sharp tearing metal grinding sound throughout the hull, and even though I was wearing a helmet, the sound easily burrowed into my eardrums, causing a tingling in my brain.

The shaking stopped, and Huansheng was already dragging me out of the cabin. On the container platform in the center of the East Star, the helicopter had flipped over on its side and crashed into the base of a gantry crane, its rotors snapping, and electric sparks flashing around it. At the side of the ship seven or eight meters away, Cao Team and Xiao Lei were lying on their backs, and they seemed to have fallen hard, and they were trying to stand up by clinging to the railing.

But soon, the dense up and down vibrations of the hull were heard again, and when I turned back to look, I realized the cause of the violent shaking of the hull.

The purple mist had already overflowed the stern of the Eastern Star, as if it had a great weight, and most of the stern was pressed into the sea. The black void in the center of the purple mist was so close to us that it covered almost half of the sky, and compared to it, the Eastern Star was as small as a dead fish, as if it could be swallowed at any moment.

Team Cao, who stood up, waved to us anxiously, grabbed Xiao Lei beside him, and continued to run forward. Huansheng and I dared to delay, so we hurriedly followed.

The deck was littered with coral shells, and there were quite a few dead fish and shrimp carcasses, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and several times we tripped over obstacles. The two of them were no better, they fell too much, so they simply hunched their waists, lowered their center of gravity, and moved forward half-crawling and half-walking. In our flickering flashlight columns, I knew we were getting closer and closer to the bow of the ship.

In the scattering of the pillar of light, the emaciated figure was trampled by something under his feet, and fell heavily to the ground, it seemed that his strength was also exhausted, and he tried to hold on twice, but he could not stand up again. Cao team Xiaolei ran two steps closely, and the distance between him and Ding Jian was less than six meters.

But in the darkness around him, a person suddenly came out like a ghost, five short stature, short and capable, and his face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen very clearly. He just glanced in our direction, and without hesitation, he grabbed the Ding sword on the ground, and ran towards the bow of the boat one after the other.

This scene came suddenly, and the Cao team and Xiao Lei, who were chasing in front, were stunned for a moment, and when they reacted and chased again, they had already been thrown away more than ten meters. And we are tightly wrapped, and it is impossible for us to catch up.

In the shaking flashlight column, I found that in the place where Ding Jian fell just now, something reflected a faint light, and when I looked closer, it was a sixteen-page book, and the light blue cover had a few small words on it: "Navigation Log". Thousands of thoughts came to me, but I didn't have time to pick them up, keep up with Huansheng, and run to the bow of the boat.

Our speed was far less than the purple mist spreading, the scene in front of us seemed to be separated by a thin veil, and the air in the respirator became viscous with a hint of bitterness. I'm getting less in and more out of breath now, and my feet are getting heavier and heavier.

More than ten meters ahead, I saw a soft ladder hanging on the side of the boat on the right, and Cao Xiaolei had arrived in front of him, holding the side of the boat and shining a flashlight downward, and there was no movement like a clay sculpture and wood carving.

I hurriedly ran to the side of the boat and looked down the side of the boat, and the scene completely froze me. In the years that followed, this image reappeared in my dreams repeatedly, which made me wonder about reality. In fact, for everyone, there will be a number of unforgettable memories in a lifetime, maybe when it appears, you don't know its meaning for life, but this entanglement will one day make you realize your life. I believe that this is the case for me.

A soft ladder on the side of the ship hangs down to the undulating sea, and a small wooden boat is on the side of the Eastern Star. The two figures were climbing down the soft ladder, and when I looked down, Ding Jian also happened to raise his head. This is an unusually haggard face, not just the haggard brought on by hunger and tiredness, but a despair from the bottom of the heart. This is not the kind of despair that is desperate and has run out of ammunition and food, but a kind of despair that is extremely confused but powerless to change, so that the oil runs out.

It's hard to imagine what kind of torture a living being can have such a look, and it's even harder to imagine what can make a person become a lifeless walking corpse in just a few hours. But this look was extremely infectious, and the short look at each other made the little strength left in my body instantly drained. At that moment, I also suddenly understood why Ding Jian was able to paint such dark, so pathetic, and so frightening works, and I always used the genius creativity of an artist to cover up a fact that I did not want to admit: what is the feeling of no situation? What if Ding Jian's creation is not a fantasy? What if this is really a depiction of his real experience?

Similarly, in the previous communication with me, Ding Jian revealed more than once that the inspiration for his creation came from his own dreams that were too real, empathy, if he slowly found that these were not dreams, but real happenings, and they were happening repeatedly, then where did his expression of confusion and despair come from, and is there a more reasonable explanation?

When I was in shock, the black shadow that had dragged Ding Jian had already descended to the small boat, raised his head, held on to the soft ladder, and seemed to be shouting something to Ding Jian. Although it was far away, I could still see the face of the dark shadow in a short moment.

At the age of about fifty, his face is a little thin, his hair is only a short layer of ballast, his skin is dark, his wrinkles are like ravines, and he wears a navy blue cardigan, which is a standard image of an old fisherman. Especially when my flashlight hit him in the face, he didn't react, his eyes were hollow, this situation is common to me, drunk people who drink high are like this at first, but looking at his quick movements, it is definitely not.

I hurriedly shone my flashlight on the farther sea, and soon found that a small dilapidated fishing boat was floating quietly on the sea dozens of meters away from us. Suddenly, I kind of figured out the identity of the black shadow, it was the ship boss, and it could only be the ship boss. How is this possible? Isn't the boss of the ship terminally ill and now lying in the hospital in Haikou? Could it be that we have returned to that night a few months ago? The night when Ding Jian, who disappeared from the Dongxing, inexplicably returned to the fishing boat?

This scene made Xiao Lei's reaction even greater, and he leaned out of the side of the ship almost half of his body. I suddenly remembered that Xiao Lei had gone to investigate the ship's boss in Hainan before, and his violent physical reaction made me almost confirm the identity of the person under the boat.

Before I had time to gesture to Xiao Lei, the Dongxing swayed violently again, and the Cao team grabbed Xiaolei and dragged him back to the deck, and I turned around again only to find that the purple mist was close to us, and the huge black hole had engulfed the bridge of the Dongxing, and was pressing down under the obscuration of the sky.

(When the wind passes, the river also suffers; when the sun passes, the river also suffers; please only the wind and the sun are in phase with the river, and the river thinks that it has not yet begun, and those who go to the source are also.) Therefore, the water guards the soil is also judged, the shadow keeper is also judged, and the things are guarded. Therefore, the eyes are also dead in the light, the ears are also dead in the cong, the heart is also dead in the dead, and everything that can be done in the house is also destroyed, and the success of the dead will not be changed. The long term of the disaster is also extracted, and the opposite is also due to the merits, and the results are also long. And people think that they are their own treasures, and they are also sad --Zhuangzi")