Even after experiencing the experience of entering the Xuanmen by mistake many times, seeing many relatives and friends who have passed away because of the eternal secret of the Xuanmen, and having been reminded by Lu Binglin, the moment I entered the mirage, my body still couldn't bear the heaviness. And the engine of the speedboat was also at this time, and after two dull roars, it completely turned off.

It's not so much that the purple mist is drifting, it's better that it's flowing. The density of the surrounding gas seems to have risen a hundredfold, and the body seems to fall into the gel, and every time it moves, even if it is as small as opening an eye, it takes a lot of energy. What's even more terrifying is the loss of the sense of time, which is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, time seems to have become solid, everything around it is no longer flowing, but has become countless three-dimensional fragments, and every time you move forward, the body seems to be stretched and distorted.

This is followed by a slowing of the heartbeat, a stagnation of the mind, and a void of the mind after being in the void. And the energy slowly drifted from the thousands of pores on his body like that twilight.

Everyone on the dinghy should have the same feelings, shock, fear, and doubt, but everyone's expressions were hidden behind the masks, and the movements became extremely slow, and the surroundings became a deathly silence.

After losing the concept of time, I don't know how long it took, we slowly regained our normal thinking ability as the great shadow of the Eastern Star obscured the dinghy.

Team Cao pointed to himself, and then pointed to the Dongxing, and made a climbing posture, Lu Binglin was the first to get up from the dinghy, picked up the spear gun with a soft ladder, and the one with the oars in his hand slowly slid up, leaning towards the five- or six-story high side of the Dongxing.

The degree of rust of the Dongxing is far greater than I imagined, the ship's paint has almost peeled off, and the coral sea shells attached to it are dozens of centimeters thick, which can never be piled up in a year or so, but the paradox of time is no longer the main problem I need to think about now, because when we approached the Dongxing, we have noticed that on the deck below its two huge gantry cranes, Wei Zhihua's helicopter is parked on it.

The disadvantage of the heavy radiation protection equipment on the ship is that people lose their connection to the outside world. In normal times, this does not seem to be a serious problem, and the separation of sound actually helps the brain to think, but at this time, the silent world will infinitely magnify the fear in the heart. The image information brought about by vision will also become less realistic.

Team Cao, Lu Binglin, and Huansheng began to compare with each other, trying to communicate through body movements and facial expressions, but in fact, the information that can be read by each other is very limited, in a sense, most of the superfluous actions are the confirmation of their own state of existence. But if there is a third perspective to look at the current situation, then it must be absurd, a group of people in thick chemical protective suits, around a broken ship, dancing with their best hands but not making a sound.

Lu Binglin fixed the soft ladder to the bow of the East Star, leaving two people to guard the boat, but it took more than 20 minutes for the remaining seven or eight of us to board the East Star. When I boarded the ship, Team Cao, Xiao Lei, and Lu Binglin had already climbed up and rushed straight to the helicopter docked on the middle deck. I waited on the deck for a while, and when Huansheng climbed up, the Cao team had already returned.

Team Cao pointed in the direction of the helicopter, spread his hands again, and his index finger circled twice on the top of his head, I understood in my heart that Team Cao meant that there was no one in the helicopter, and Wei Zhihua and they were no trace, so everyone had to discuss the next plan of action.

Lu Binglin took out a large hardcover book from his backpack and wrote the words "two roads" on the top, the word "Cao" behind one word, and the word "Lu" behind the other word, and then, an upward arrow was drawn on the back of the Cao character, and a downward arrow was drawn on the back of the Lu character. After writing it, he turned it over and showed it to us, and we probably understood what he meant.

Obviously, Lu Binglin was preparing to divide his troops into two ways, taking a few people down to the bilge to inspect by himself, and Cao Team took a few of us to the cockpit. Although the division of troops into two routes can make our search area wider and faster, if you think about it carefully, a few years ago, Lu Binglin led a mirage chaser in the Taklamakan Desert, and a few days ago, Wei Zhihua placed a scientific research ship and a supply ship in two different sea areas in the South China Sea.

Lu Binglin saw that everyone was hesitant, and he also understood the reason in his heart, so he hurriedly wrote a few words in the notebook and turned them over.

"The electromagnetic emission power is low, and the mirage can last for half an hour, and the action must be fast. ”

Lu Binglin and Team Cao's eyes turned to me, and I knew that at this time, everyone had long since stopped taking safety to heart, and there would be no more words for safety when they got on the East Star. For Lu Binglin, it is the last chance to devote more than ten years of painstaking research, for the Cao team, it is the break of more than 20 years of heart, and for Huansheng, it is a rare compensation for missing the magnificent past, and even himself, why don't you want to reveal the nightmare of the family's fate?

When we decided to go to the Eastern Star, we had already gambled with our lives, and who cared to add a bet to the table?

I nodded to Lu Binglin, took the notebook from his hand, and wrote on it: "Wei has already created a mirage, and the Dongxing has also appeared, why does he have to board the Dongxing first? What is he looking for on the Dongxing?"

Although Lu Binglin's mask covered most of his face, I could still see the panic on his face from the reflection of the glass, and it seemed that he had made a lot of determination to write the words "drifting bottle" in his notebook.

Looking at the scribbled handwriting, I really couldn't guess the meaning, Lu Binglin took out a delicate small wallet from his satchel, put it in my hand, nodded to me again, and beckoned his people to prepare to go to the bilge. I grabbed his hand and wrote another paragraph in my notebook.

"The backpack is placed on the soft ladder, and any valuable findings are arranged for people to put it in the backpack immediately, so everyone can take care. ”

After I finished writing, I put my backpack next to the soft ladder, only took out a flashlight from it, and pointed to the open backpack again. Lu Binglin gave me a thumbs up, patted me on the shoulder, waved his hand, and led his people to the bilge in the thick fog.

The deck of the East Star can only be described as rugged and difficult to walk at this time, originally laid with antiseptic wood on the metal deck, most of it is damaged, the potholes are uneven, the key is that the exposed metal floor is also seriously corroded, many places have become a sieve-like hollow, the cold air coming up from the bilge winds up the hole, spreading on the deck, like countless small snakes that suddenly have life, excited and churning.

The anticorrosive wood that has not been corroded also has a thick layer of sediment attached to it, mostly corals and shellfish, and a small part of limestone, which is very hard and very old when it is deposited, which should be the result of long-term immersion in water. Look at the frame of the East Star Bridge, which is also rusty, but not with those sediments.

Huansheng gestured to me and pointed to the lower part of the bridge, about the height of the person's calf, and there was a finger-thick gray-white line on the outer wall of the bridge. This should have been formed by the long-term invasion of seawater and the deposition of a large amount of salt, and it seems that the Dongxing should have been stranded in the shallow sea for a long time, and the sea water did not pass the deck, only the bridge tower was exposed.

A few of us went to the bottom of the bridge, a distance of dozens of meters, it took about five minutes, everyone accidentally fell down a few times, there were too many obstacles on the deck and fell second, mainly because the radiation suit was really unaccustomed. Not to mention the bulkiness of the helmet, it also restricts the person's viewing angle very small, and when you look down, you can't see your legs at all, how can you avoid obstacles on the deck? After falling a lot, everyone consciously lowered their body center of gravity, and used their hands and feet faster at the same time.

Team Cao walked a few of us ahead of us, and had already turned on the flashlight as they approached the bridge. He deliberately found a large spotlight flashlight from the research ship, and in the dark night, the pillar of light could shoot out for a kilometer. However, when the flashlight's beam of light entered the hatch of the bridge, it seemed to be absorbed by the darkness, leaving only a blurry halo of light.

Team Cao didn't think much about it, and took Xiao Lei into the cabin. At this time, I also recovered from the chaos just now, and remembered what he said about the "drifting bottle" when I was separated from Lu Binglin, what did this mean? It can really explain the reason why Wei Zhihua had to go to the East Star? And how did Wei Zhihua know the secret? And the cowhide wallet.

I stopped in front of the hatch of the bridge, leaned against the doorframe, steadied myself, put the flashlight aside, and took out the little wallet and examined it carefully. Seeing that I didn't move, Huansheng also stood beside me curiously, holding a flashlight on one side to shine the light for me.

The wallet is only the size of a palm, but it is sewn out of good calfskin, but this cowhide does not look mass-produced, the edges are rough, and the stitched stitches are not regular enough, so it should be a handmade work.

Turning over the leather surface, there was a small book inside, the paper was a little yellow, and it looked like it had been going on for a while. On the first page, a few lines were written with a fountain pen, the handwriting was neat and quite powerful, but it was obviously completely different from the handwriting written by Lu Binglin just now. Before I could take a closer look at the contents, a crumpled piece of tissue paper had fallen out, immediately attracting the eyes of me and Huansheng.

(The practice of self-realization does not lie in the truth; if the practice is in order, that is, it is the same charming, constantly winning and losing, but increasing the self-Dharma, and not departing from the four phases.) Just like a lamp, with a lamp it is light, and if there is no lamp, it is dim; the lamp is the body of light, and the light is the use of the lamp. This determination and wisdom are also the same. --"The Altar of the Six Patriarchs")