Captain Jiang entered the cabin and walked straight to Wei Zhihua's side, regardless of the fact that he and Lu Binglin were communicating, he picked him up and went to the side of the experimental center, where there was a hut where instruments and equipment were stacked, and the two of them closed the door, not knowing what they were talking about. Xiao Lei saw a few of us sitting together, he hesitated, did not rush to find it, but put out the flashlight in his hand, observed the situation in the experimental center, and did not seem to think about how to speak in public.

The Cao team beside him kept his head down, not caring at all that Wei Zhihua was pulled away by Captain Jiang, nor did he pay attention to Xiao Lei who was standing at the door of the cabin. Instead, he asked me in a low voice, "Old Chang, what does it mean that Director Wei said at the beginning that the Dongxing itself was part of the Mirage Project?"

"Lao Cao, there are nothing more than two possibilities, one is that the Dongxing appeared as a target ship, Wei Zhihua hopes that through the disappearance and appearance of the Dongxing, he will verify his theoretical system, otherwise he can't explain why the Dongxing stayed in this area for so long before the accident. “

"On the other hand, it is very likely that the Dongxing, like our current scientific research ship, is equipped with electromagnetic launch equipment and is the protagonist of the last scientific expedition plan, but for some reason it caught fire and became the target of search and rescue. That's why you never know what's on board the Asterisk. “

I only said two words, and Xiao Lei had already hurried over and whispered behind me: "Team Cao, Uncle Chang, Ding Jian is gone." ”

I looked up at Xiao Lei in surprise, and I really couldn't figure out where Ding Jian, who had fallen into a coma, could run away by himself?

"Uncle Chang, just now, when the power went out, Uncle Liao and I lifted Ding Jian to the bed, Uncle Liao went first, and I took care of Ding Jian. As soon as the power went out, the cabin was pitch black, but Ding Jian's whole body glowed with a pale yellow light, and then it began to shake violently, and the bed frame crackled, and the scene was really a little scary. The others were still unconscious, and their mouths seemed to keep shouting water, water. ”

"There was no light in the room, so I went out of the cabin and went outside to find a bottle of mineral water. It's only been less than three minutes, and when I return to the cabin, Ding Jianren will be gone. ”

"I hurriedly ran out of the cabin, I searched the passage, the deck, and the bottom cabin, but I didn't see anyone. Because of the power outage, there are still many warehouses in the cargo hold that have not been found, but in a few minutes, he can't run that far. When Xiao Lei spoke, his breath was not even even, and with his physical strength and skills, he must have been looking for a long circle on the boat without leaving his feet.

"Let's go, call our people, search all the corners of the ship, your Uncle Liao has long thought that Ding Jian has a problem with sleepwalking, and I'm afraid that he will jump into the sea." Team Cao stood up, patted the cervical spine twice, took the flashlight in Xiao Lei's hand and walked out.

Huansheng and I smiled bitterly, lamenting the impermanence of fate, and forcing people too hard, we are puppets in the hands of fate, trying our best to twist our bodies, but the reaction is always half a beat slower. Just as he was about to keep up with Team Cao, there was a sudden fierce quarrel in the hut where the instruments were stacked.

"Old Wei, I am responsible for more than 100 lives on the ship, and going to 293 is to die. The voice was Captain Jiang, and his pitch had been raised by at least two octaves. And the "293" that Captain Jiang said seems to be Wei Zhihua divided the sea area in this area into a grid of one square kilometer, and each grid has a number number, if I remember correctly, "293" should be very close to the sea area where the supply ship is scheduled to dock.

"Old Wei, the backup power is only enough for half an hour at most, once the backup generator stops and the hull of the ship faces the big waves horizontally, we will capsize. I will never use the backup system until the last minute. And we don't know yet if the backup system, once it's activated, will also be disturbed, so this is our last chance. Captain Jiang said as he seemed to be hammering the wall of the cabin with his hand, looking very excited.

"Captain Jiang, if we don't go to 293, all our efforts in the past year will be wasted, and besides, there are more than a hundred lives on the supply ship, can we just leave? Who will give them a chance?" Wei Zhihua's voice came, although the voice was not as big as Captain Jiang, but it seemed extremely firm.

"Old Wei, even if we go to 293, it may be too late, and it is very likely that Captain Dong will adopt the same strategy as me and rush out of this big wave. As Captain Jiang spoke, Wei Zhihua had already walked out of the hut, broke free from Captain Jiang's pull, and walked to his seat. As he walked, he reprimanded in a low voice: "Jiang Jifu, don't forget your responsibilities, you are the co-ordinator of the plan, not the maker of the plan, you have no right to change my plan, if you don't implement it, I will react to the above, and I won't be able to go to sea in the future, don't blame me." “

Captain Jiang still didn't give up, chased after him from behind, and overtook Wei Zhihua in a few big strides and blocked in front of him. "Wei Zhihua, please also make it clear that I have cooperated with you to work well, but I am not personally responsible for you, I am responsible for hundreds of millions of national assets, and I am responsible for hundreds of national technical experts, and I have the right to veto your plan in the case of your improper handling. “

Listening to Captain Jiang's words, Wei Zhihua laughed instead, "Old Jiang, how can you judge that I have mishandled it? Do you dare to guarantee that your method is 100% safe? Over the years, Lao Jiang, have you ever seen me mishandle it?"

The two men looked at each other face to face in the dark, and neither could see the rich expressions on their faces. Thinking about it, Wei Zhihua asked Captain Jiang to activate the backup generator set on the ship and drive the engine to move closer to the direction of the supply ship, which is probably based on two considerations, one is to be closer to the supply ship and take care of each other, and on the other hand, I am afraid that it is related to another set of electromagnetic transmitters on the supply ship, is it because the other set of equipment still has the possibility of continuing to start, or is there still some kind of connection between the two sets of equipment? I didn't understand Wei Zhihua's purpose for a while.

But obviously, if the backup power system is started according to Wei Zhihua's plan, no one can tell how long the engine can last, once it loses power in front of the huge waves more than ten meters high, and the hull of the scientific research ship is horizontal, we can all imagine the final outcome. This risk is a bit too big, if I were Captain Jiang, I would definitely stop Wei Zhihua's plan.

Just when everyone was silently thinking and not saying a word, suddenly, a low horn sounded outside the cabin. The sound of the trumpet came without warning, but it was like a sharp sword that was about to tear the whole sky apart, and it was like a prelude to a charge floating over the battlefield before a thrilling battle.

This is a very low frequency sound, so low that every time it sounds, it hits the depths of the human heart like a hammer, and the heart seems to be trembling by this sound, at first the speed of the heartbeat plummets, and then the blood flowing out of the heart seems to be much less, the limbs become weak, and breathing begins to be difficult.

Through the dim light in the experimental center, I found that I was not the only one affected by the sound of the horn, almost all of them were pale, their fingers trembled slightly, and those who were not in good health were already sitting on the ground with their hearts clutched.

But soon, I slowly recovered from the deterrent effect of the sound of the horn, and with great difficulty moved a few steps, out of the hatch, clutched the railing, and looked out.

Compared to the previous gloomy sea, it was brighter, not that the sun was breaking through the clouds, but that the purple mist was closer, only about a nautical mile or two. In the center of the mist was a large ball of light, irregular and seemingly slowly rotating, changing shape as it rotated. The color of the fog is not just purple, it begins to show a rainbow-like halo from the inside out, making half the sky psychedelic and magnificent. It wasn't any kind of fog I'd ever seen, and in front of it, I rather believed it was an unreal dream.

But the strangeness of the fog was far less than the strange sound of the horn. Outside the cabin, I finally understood the strangest part of the sound, because I couldn't tell the direction of the source, it seemed to spread down from the top of the clouds, enveloping the entire research ship. This sound seems to have some kind of intrinsic connection with the ball of light in the purple mist, when the sound sounds, the ball of light will become brighter, the sound will disappear, and the ball of light will dim again.

If you listen closely, the sound of the horn is not produced by any of our human instruments, nor is it simulated by our horns, amplifiers, electronic synthesizers, etc., it is like the sound of nature, real and unadorned, unadorned. But the more this happens, the more breathtaking it becomes.

Another indescribable feature of this horn sound is that it sounds like two notes, one is high-pitched and loud, but it is very short, and the latter is low and long, which lasts for half a minute. But these two simple notes make me feel like a symphony played by a hundred-piece band, with rhythm, rhythm, ups and downs, and turnovers, which makes people involuntarily attracted to it, as if they can experience the relative passage of time and the absolute eternity of the universe.

This is the sound of a living trumpet, and if I want to generalize, I only have this one judgment.

Huansheng also followed me, and made his way to the deck, his expression more painful and tired than when he was seasick two days ago, and he looked up and listened intently, and whispered only four words in my ear: "Death Horn." ”

(The Contemplation of Freedom.) Listen to Yuanming. Wisdom is no problem. There is no way to see it. Watching the sky does not live in the air. The heart cannot move. The environment cannot be followed. Move with the truth. You have to be big and free. --Heart Sutra)

(Another: I'm sorry to all readers, Meicun is abroad these days, it's difficult to update, and the mobile phone QQ is not allowed because of traffic problems, and I can't communicate with everyone in the group, please forgive me, Meicun will be on the other side of the distant ocean, and strive to complete this ocean story.) )