The scene at this time was what Ding Jian and the boat boss described, but the boat boss always thought it was just a dream for him. How we went back to the point in time when Ding Jian was so entangled, or back to the dream of the ship boss, we couldn't think about it anymore. The tremor of the Dongxing made me feel that it could fall apart at any time, and that we would not only be swallowed up by a black hole, but even a mountain of waves less than 100 meters away from us.

Team Cao gestured vigorously to us, pointing to the other side of the East Star, where our speedboat was docked.

It's not a bad thing to be shut down by a helmet, at least I can't hear the roar of the waves, I can't hear the moaning of the hull, I can't hear each other's shouts, and I can still maintain relative calm, and make the most rational judgment in the most irrational situations. We supported each other and tried our best to speed our pace through the foredeck of the Eastern Star.

The soft ladder for boarding the ship was still there, but Lu Binglin and the others did not know where to go. Looking down, the speedboat was also there, but the two mirages who stayed in the speedboat to pick up were nowhere to be seen. Did the waves of the Dongxing shake violently that caused them to fall overboard? Or did they board the ship to meet Lu Binglin? I don't know, but my backpack was almost soaked with seawater, but the strap of the backpack was tied to the side of the ship, and a plastic bag was put on it.

Lu Binglin: Someone should have returned, and not long ago, when the Dongxing swayed violently, the returning person was worried that the backpack would fall into the sea, so he tied the bag to the railing, and he must have put on a plastic bag for fear that the contents of the bag would be wet.

I shone around with a flashlight, but I didn't find any trace of Lu Binglin and them, leaned down, pressed my hands on the deck, and couldn't feel any vibration of my footsteps. Team Cao pointed to the black hole and dragged me to the soft ladder, and I knew in my heart that Team Cao's decision should be our only choice at this time. Huan Sheng was on the side but did not give up, and always used a flashlight to shine on the bridge that had long been hidden in the black hole, and was soon driven to the soft ladder by Team Cao and Xiao Lei.

Xiao Lei was the first to get down the soft ladder, and I patted Huansheng on the shoulder, his mask was already a cloud of mist, although I couldn't see his expression, but I understood that he was facing the self-blame of abandoning his teammates again. After hesitating for a few seconds, he thumped his left hand on the string of the boat, rolled over and stepped out of the ship's side.

The four of us got on the speedboat, and the Cao team lay down next to the motor and started it a few times, and both motors were silent. Team Cao stretched out his hand and took off his mask and threw it into the sea, I vaguely heard him scolding, "Damn, horizontal and vertical is a fight for luck, Lao Tzu can't suffocate in a can." ”

Think about it, even if we start the motor, when the big waves are rolling, it is impossible to return to the research ship in time, we can only hope that our speedboat will not be sunk, we can hold it in one breath until the big waves pass, and the whirlpool just did not sweep us into the bottom of the sea, so many necessary conditions, the possibility of appearing at the same time is really slim.

I learned from Team Cao, and also took off the mask, only to find that the temperature around me dropped a lot, the clammy and cold sea breeze blew across the cheeks, stabbing the face painfully, if it really fell into the sea, the temperature of the sea water is estimated to last long, and the heat will sink when it is exhausted.

Team Cao rushed over, knocked on the helmets of Huansheng and Xiaolei, motioned for them to take off their masks, and hurriedly returned to the engine at the stern, as if they did not intend to give up, and shouted while tinkering, "Take off the radiation protection suit, and it will sink faster than a stone in a while." ”

We hurriedly took off our clothes, covered with stinky sweat, let the cool breeze blow, and we shivered, but our brains suddenly became clear.

I quickly took out the logbook I had picked up halfway through, and scanned it through the already faint light of the flashlight. The previous part is basically the same as Ding Jian's previous description, it should be the navigation record left by the captain of the Dongxing at that time, the daily weather and sea conditions, the state of the Dongxing's machinery, the route traveled, the state of the crew, and it can be seen that the person who recorded the logbook was a thoughtful person, and all the records were meticulous.

In this, I also found two recurring coordinate points, and the route corresponding to the Eastern Star is obviously around these two coordinate points. The abbreviations of those two coordinate points are "Ding" and "Chang", which are undoubtedly the locations where the Ningbo and Changchun disappeared. Then what Wei Zhihua said in the end is also true, the Dongxing is not an ocean-going freighter at all, and its mission is to search for the Ningbo and Changchun that have disappeared in the South China Sea.

The handwriting at the back began to become sloppy, and the record of the content seemed more casual, with a lot of typos, and it seemed that there was an emergency on the ship, which had a great impact on the person who recorded it, but after reading it carefully, I understood the real problem.

First, the recorder has changed, whether it is from the handwriting, or the way of writing, the former is very rational and objective, the latter is completely a perceptual way, if the handwriting can be imitated, but the habit and style of writing is difficult to imitate, but who is the latter part of the record?

Second, the records of those two coordinates, as well as the route, do not appear again, which is not logical. Even if something happened to the East Star later and was trapped somewhere, the recorder was on a mission, and because he was in danger during the mission, he would definitely record the information related to the mission, at least the coordinates and route would be mentioned. This only shows that the later recorder did not know about the mission of the Eastern Star, or that he only came on board the ship later.

But a new question arises, if this recorder was found after the ship was later boarded, or even after the disappearance of the East Star, then since he could find and board the ship, how could he be trapped? Of course, these are not the point, the point is that the later records should be real, not because the description of the dark, hopeless, lifeless world is too real, but because these texts record a process, the whole process of psychological changes of the recorder from curiosity to worry, to fear, and finally despair. Encounters and thoughts coincide, this is by no means something that can be made up, and there is no reason to make it up.

The latter part of the logbook coincides with Wang Huzi's description and becomes an illustration. These illustrations were indeed drawn using carbon bars, and it is hard to imagine that the scientists on the ship had the habit of carrying carbon bars with them and drawing at any time. And the content depicted on the illustration and its unique style are more familiar to me, and there will be no second person except Ding Jian.

The appearance of these illustrations can prove that Ding Jian had boarded the ship before he sketched on the fishing boat and met the Dongxing by chance, and was trapped for a long time. As for how he boarded the ship and how he left the Eastern Star, it is still a mystery. The previous words must have been left by him, but after despairing of leaving the predicament, he should have thought that no one would see them again, so he simply recorded his own experience in a more self-contained and comfortable way, so that he had the last illustrations.

After closer inspection, I was stunned to find that the last few pages of the logbook had been torn off, and I remembered that among the drifting bottles I had just seen, there were several paintings that were drawn with the same blue checkered paper, and there was no doubt that the one who put down the drifting bottle must have been Ding Jian.

Then, Huansheng's guess is probably right, Ding Jian put down the drifting bottle, not hoping that someone would pick it up and save himself, but to verify whether he would pick it up, otherwise he would not have left so many orthography in one fell swoop. But why did he have such doubts? Doubts about time and space? There was obviously only one answer, and he gradually recalled a hidden memory.

Thinking of what Wang Huzi said, Ding Jian's shocked expression when he saw the logbook at that time, on the one hand, it shows that Ding Jian recognized these paintings by himself, and realized that he had lost a memory, a memory of boarding the East Star. But there is also another possibility, because a painter's artistic style is gradually formed, although Ding Jian recognized that the painting was painted by himself, but the artistic techniques and ideas in the painting far exceeded his own at that time, and even his later creation was influenced by this style, so it was not his former self on the East Star, but his future self.

I know that this speculation is beyond my own cognition, and it hurts my own head, but this is the only reasonable explanation I can think of, and it is precisely because of this that Ding Jian chooses to put his painting in the drifting bottle, he must hope to use this way to remind his future self of the price it will take to retrieve that memory.

Our speedboat began to shake violently, the purple mist completely enveloped the Eastern Star, and most of the hull of the ship was already swallowed by the black hole, and I knew that when the Eastern Star was engulfed, it was when the huge wave wall rushed in front of me. Huan Sheng and Xiao Lei each took a plastic oar and paddled hard, if the East Star was sunk into the water, the whirlpool that would appear must be huge, even if we were more than ten meters away from the East Star, it would still be a drop in the bucket.

I quickly wrapped the logbook in a plastic bag, stuffed it into my backpack, tied my pockets tightly, and dragged Cao Team and threw it into the backpack in the dinghy, and poured out all the contents and put my own backpack inside. The only thing I can do at this point is to hope that the backpack will not be swept into the bottom of the sea, and that someone will find it and see all the evidence we have paid for with our lives inside.

At the same time, two muffled sounds suddenly came from the stern, "Fight for some breath, start." Team Cao roared at the engine, his fist slamming into the engine's casing. Then, the engine started suddenly, and our dinghy shook from side to side twice, and began to move slowly.

(If alive.) There are already births. There are also unborn. What is the difference between being born and not being born? There is no difference between being born and not being born. No, it is not. It is because of this that there is no birth. Repeatedly, there has been a precedent. What's the use? If so, it should not be done. It should not be done. Therefore, the law should not be born. Again, if there is a cause that is not born. The fruit should be visible but not visible. --"The Treatise on the Twelve Gates")