Lu Binglin came to my side and was about to pull me to the cockpit when a big wave hit the hull of the boat again, and the head of the wave rose more than two feet high, and we were instantly submerged in the salty mist. Trying to stand up straight again, the lift platform was already flush with the deck below. A few searchlights on the boom cast all the light on the strange machine full of coils, and I could only see it completely at this time, at least six meters high, the surface of the machine was extremely smooth, and the light shimmered with a unique metallic luster, and the base was painted with a layer of black paint, which formed a sharp color contrast with the upper part, which should have just been produced.

At the same time that the machine was fully raised and level with the first deck, from the bridge in the middle of the research ship, a dozen people in black raincoats ran out, and they did not go to the lifting platform, but held on to the railing and went straight to the stern.

"Lao Lu, with such a big wind and waves, why are these people running to the stern?" I asked, pointing to the figures.

"It should be going to put the deep-sea submarine, Wei Zhihua said at the morning meeting, when we arrive at the predetermined place, we will put the Canglong into the water, quickly, let's go back to the cockpit first." Lu Binglin grabbed my wrist as he spoke.

At the same time, the machine on the deck suddenly let out a low humming sound. What surprised me was that the waves at this time were much more violent than just now, the research ship was already like a kite with a broken line on the sea, swaying left and right, and the roar of the waves had almost swallowed up all the sounds around it, but why, the not sharp buzzing sound seemed to be unaffected, just like a person wearing headphones, this sound came from the headphones, reaching the eardrums?

I turned my head to look at the lifting platform again, under the illumination of the searchlight, those dense coils were no longer the original indifferent metallic luster, the surface of the coil began to appear a faint layer of golden yellow, perhaps the big waves were shattered by the hull of the ship into a rain curtain shrouded in the hull, under the golden light of the coil, it was reflected colorful neon, on the gloomy sea, it was an incomparably surreal existence.

"Chang, hurry up, Wei Zhihua has started the machine, we have to hurry back and analyze the data. Lu Binglin didn't look back, and grabbed my arm like a hatch and walked in the direction.

At this time, the bow of the research ship had turned to the direction of the continuous waves, and the shaking of the hull was no longer a swaying from side to side, but like a roller coaster, it was suddenly lifted and fell violently.

After taking two steps, I suddenly heard a muffled "thump" above my head, and even the railing shook for a moment. The sound must have come from a small platform above the cockpit, and it looked like something heavy had landed on the deck. I suddenly remembered that Ding Jian had been on that small deck, could it be that something had happened to him?

"Lao Lu, you go back first, help me call two helpers to come up, Xiao Ding is still on top, I have to go up and have a look." I broke free of Lu Binglin's big hand and shouted to him.

Lu Binglin didn't have time to persuade me, just nodded at me, turned around and walked in the direction of the hatch. I endured the churning of my stomach, held on to the railing, and began to climb up the spiral ladder. Halfway up the climb, I was almost at the top of the hull. Raising my eyes and looking around, there was nothing to cover around, and I was shocked by the scene of a lonely boat in the sea and the water and sky hanging upside down.

There was endless darkness all around, and although it was still early afternoon, there was hardly any light in the clouds. The only light left was the flickering lights on the research ship, and there were two searchlights on the boom that shot into the surrounding black curtain, and about 100 meters away from the ship, a huge rain curtain could be faintly seen, like a wall, pressing down on the hull of the ship.

In the strong wind, the raindrops the size of beans fell obliquely, hitting my body so cold and painful that I could barely lift my head. The wind was estimated to be six or seven magnitudes high, and my clothes were all blown up, and my palms were covered with rain, and I was so slippery that it was difficult to hold on to the railing of the spiral ladder. I was almost blown by the wind and pressed against the railing, climbing up step by step.

I don't know how long it took me to climb the top deck, which was only three meters high. On the small deck, Ding Jian's drawing board overturned, and the drawing paper had long been blown by the wind, leaving only a lone piece on the railing, estimated to be completely wet by the rain, and the paint on it began to melt, before the railing was pasted.

Next to the drawing board, Ding Jian was lying straight on the deck, motionless, the over-the-shoulder braids behind his back had been scattered, and his long hair was messy and swaying in the wind. But what puzzled me the most was that Ding Jian's body was wrapped in a pale yellow halo, which was very dim and looming under the rain.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the deck on the first floor, and at this moment the huge machine on the lifting platform turned to the side of the platform, raised at an angle of about twenty degrees, and seemed to be energized, and the buzzing sound that pierced the eardrums was obviously louder than just now. The point is that there is also a layer of pale yellow mist around the machine, only clearer than that on Ding Jian's body, but it seems to be following a certain rhythm, like breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

I crouched down, palmed my hands on the deck, held my breath, and the rain between my fingers jumped rhythmically up and down. I probably understood in my heart that it was because the resonance generated by this machine was transmitted to the surface of the deck, because it was relatively slight and not easy to detect. The light and shade of the pale yellow halo coincided with the frequency of the resonance, but I couldn't figure out what that halo was and how it came about.

I approached Ding Jian's side, probed his snort with my fingers, it was weak but steady, and tried his pulse again, it was strong and powerful, there were no wounds around my body, it was more like fainting on the deck. I tried to help him up, but I didn't expect Ding Jian's body to be very light, and with a little force, I had already reversed him.

It's just that Ding Jian's face is extremely pale and bloodless, but his eyes are open, but the obvious focus is not on me, it seems to be cast into the deep sky, and his lips are trembling slightly. I leaned down and put my ear to it, and I vaguely heard him say, "It's here, it's here."

I was about to carry him on my back when there was a rush of footsteps on the spiral staircase, and soon, Xiao Lei and Huan Sheng climbed onto the small deck. Xiao Lei in front of him was agile, and he didn't seem to be affected much by the rocking hull, followed by Huansheng, who seemed to be even more seasick than me, his face was pale, and his hand holding the railing was still shaking.

"Uncle Chang, let's help you, you go to the experimental center quickly, Team Cao and they have already passed, call me to call you." Xiao Lei jumped to my side in two steps and helped Ding Jian up with me.

I nodded at Xiao Lei, and shouted to Huansheng again, "Huansheng, you help Xiao Lei and Xiao Lei get Ding Jian back into the cabin, he should have fainted, it's not a big deal, I'll go to Team Cao to have a look first." Your kid is still growing, and it is estimated that in two days, he will be as smooth as Xiao Lei. "I try to speak as lightly as possible, but how can we relax in this moment of storm?

Inside the cockpit bridge, there is a crew passage leading directly to the bilge, from which you can walk all the way down to the bridge where the laboratory is located through the cargo hold, engine room, and power distribution room of different sizes. It's just that these passages are low and narrow, and the air is very stuffy, and the deck we all walked on a few days ago to and from the two bridges, and today the storm is raging, and we can only go down to the bilge.

At this time, I found that, as Lu Binglin said, in the most spacious cargo compartment in the bilge, there are more than a dozen rows of metal racks more than ten meters long, and each metal frame has about ten layers above and below, and each layer is densely packed with battery packs. From time to time, crews come in and out, busy debugging and operating the equipment, but all of them have grim faces, as if something big is about to happen.

I didn't bother to look closely, and hurried through the passage, and then up the spiral staircase, to the bridge where the experimental center was located.

At this moment, the experimental center was crowded with people, but no one spoke, everyone stood in front of the hanging window, looking at the huge transmitter on the deck in front of them, and the laboratory was full of solemn and oppressive atmosphere. On the top floor of the experimental platform, Director Wei, Lu Binglin, and two scientists from Wei were standing in front of a monitor, arguing about something with red faces, and Team Cao was sitting next to them, staring at the images on the monitor.

I walked over to Team Cao, and only then did I understand what was on the monitor. The image on the monitor is supposed to be transmitted synchronously, but the signal quality is very poor, not only is it intermittent, often freeze-framed, and the sound is blurred. But I can still vaguely distinguish that this should be the image sent back by the Canglong that has just been launched, it seems that the Canglong is still in a state of diving, but it should have been diving for a while, the hull is relatively stable, and it is not affected by the big waves on the sea.

I got closer to Wei and them, and I vaguely heard the content of their arguments, it seems that Lu Binglin strongly opposed Wei Zhihua's plan, especially the dive of the Canglong submarine, and did not hesitate to fight with Wei Zhihua. And Director Wei estimated that a large amount of data had been transmitted back, and Lu Binglin's team was required to cooperate with the calculation, and he did not have a hard top with Lu Binglin, while persuading, he sent instructions one by one, and he had no intention of stopping.

Team Cao finally noticed that I had come over, and seeing that I was almost soaked, he quickly picked up a gray-blue coat from the back of the seat and handed it to me, pouted at me, and motioned to the side to talk.

(The world is weaker than water, and the strong can win, and it is not easy.) The weak is better than the strong, the soft is better than the strong, the world knows everything, and nothing can be done. It is a sage cloud: "If you receive the dirt of the country, you are the lord of the society, and if you receive the country ominous, you are the king of the world." "It's the opposite. --Tao Te Ching)