Before the ship's boss could stand on the deck, a fishy smell accompanied by a gust of wind blew, and coupled with the strange light, his heart tightened suddenly, his stomach spasmed violently, and his breathing became rapid. The ship's boss felt as if he had been drained, and he had to kneel down on one leg, panting for breath.

After a moment, the captain noticed that the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he should have reached two or three meters in front of him. He could faintly see a dark shadow, bent over, staggering, as if exhausted, and at any moment he might fall to the ground. Looking at his height, shortness, fat and thinness, he should be Ding Jian trapped on the East Star. In the fog behind Ding Jian, several figures were approaching, but they were not moving fast.

The figures looked taller than normal, but they were not accurate, they were not a gray mass, but were outlined by a yellowish halo to outline a human figure. If it weren't for the gloomy East Star, the ship boss would definitely fall to his knees and prostrate in worship, it would be like a god-like existence. At this time, he only felt a chill on his back, and his legs couldn't stop shaking.

But soon, the aperture of the humanoid silhouette had reached behind Ding Jian, but Ding Jian collapsed on the deck, and although he tried to climb forward two steps, the arm of the humanoid aperture was behind him. Ding Jian's body trembled, as if he had been electrocuted, and lowered his head weakly, and his whole body began to be slowly covered by the yellow light.

The Captain of the Boat was now caught in a strange inner struggle, on the one hand his mind was overshadowed by this incomparably real horror, and on the other hand, a voice kept warning him in his ear that it was just a dream, a dream, and that there was no need to worry that it would do you any harm.

The ship's boss didn't hesitate for too long, because the previous evening, the self-blame for not having the Upper East Star to rescue Ding Jian turned into a powerful inner force at this time. He stood up, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Ding Jian's hand, and yelled in his ear, follow me, then dragged him, turned around and walked in the direction of the soft ladder.

To the surprise of the boat boss, although Ding Jian's body was covered with a layer of pale yellow light, his hands were extremely cold, and there was no trace of temperature. The captain didn't bother to look back, but just desperately quickened his pace. The mist spread out from all sides, as if it had enveloped the Eastern Star.

Fortunately, the boss of the ship has been on board the ship since he was a child, and he has been at sea for decades, and his ability to identify the direction at night is unparalleled, even if there is a thick fog, with experience, he also knows where the soft ladder to get off the ship is.

The boat boss took three steps and made two steps, and soon arrived in front of the soft ladder and dragged Ding Jian, but at this time, Ding Jian's limbs were stiff, his eyes were straight, and he was completely unable to climb. The boat boss had no choice but to put Ding Jian on his back, let him hug his neck, climb out of the railing, and climb down the soft ladder.

After a few steps, the boat boss felt that the light above his head was getting brighter and brighter, and he looked up as if he was standing in the spotlight, and this time he saw clearly the person who had been chasing him behind. Not one, but five or six people, who seemed to be dressed in uniform but all wore a respirator similar to a gas mask, and their appearance was not recognizable. The whole body of these people was shrouded in the pale yellow light, and they looked down, as if they had exchanged a few words, and were about to climb down the railing.

But the captain of the boat suddenly found that those human figures, in a few seconds, would suddenly tremble twice, not the trembling of their limbs, but the horizontal waves that were constantly drawn out like the television image was disturbed by some kind of interference. Although the Captain had little scientific knowledge, he realized at that moment that these glowing human figures did not seem to be real entities, but more like some kind of special image.

But if those pale yellow lights represent images, then there is also that kind of halo behind Ding Jian at this time, but in addition to his lack of temperature, he has no consciousness, but he has weight and touch, what is he? Thinking of this, the boat boss felt that Ding Jian behind him had become extremely heavy, and he was about to open his mouth to ask a few words, when he suddenly felt that his neck was clutched by a pair of powerful big hands.

These hands were extremely cold, and when they touched the skin, the neck of the ship boss immediately lost his intuition, and then the torso, limbs, and finally even the brain seemed to be frozen in ice. The captain wanted to scream, but he couldn't spit out a word.

A dazzling bright light shone on the body of the ship boss, and the surrounding scenery was blurred instantly, and when the ship boss desperately opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the ground in the cockpit, the corners of his eyebrows slammed open, and the two crew members were struggling to help him up.

It was hard for Wang Huzi to imagine that what the boat boss had just told was just a dream of his own, and how he memorized all these details, so he asked in disbelief, "This is just a dream you had?"

The boat boss smiled bitterly and did not speak, but unbuttoned his coat, and Wang Huzi suddenly saw that under the neck of the boat boss, there were two clear fuchsia handprints.

For a whole few months, Wang Huzi fell into a state of hesitation that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and even after landing on the shore, he could not determine the authenticity of the surrounding world, Ding Jian was full of demonic energy, the ship boss was plausible, and even he was constantly doubting the memory of that night.

At that time, the fishermen on the boat seemed to have been affected in a similar way, and everyone disembarked and hurriedly dispersed, tacitly agreeing not to discuss the encounter. But after the boat boss came back from that time, he became a faithful believer in Mazu, donated money and paid tribute, and the ancestral hall in the village became a place he must go to every day.

The only thing that made Wang Huzi happy was that Ding Jian left the fishing village after he came ashore, and no one knew where he had gone.

But a week ago, when the staff of the Fishery Administration Bureau approached him and asked him to cooperate with the scientific expedition, he had an ominous premonition. Sure enough, after getting on the boat, he saw Ding Jian, who was like a plague god. However, what puzzled Wang Huzi was that Ding Jian was nothing unusual, he greeted him in person, and occasionally chatted about the previous things at sea.

But the more this happened, the more Wang Huzi's heart beat the drum, until he happened to see the group of paintings called "Disappearing Shadows" that Ding Jian had shown us, as if from the depths of his memory, he had once again unearthed everything strange on the East Star, which made him restless. And the continuous approach of the scientific research ship to the target site made him feel that a great disaster was coming. Listening to our table talk about the mirage today, he suddenly saw some light and hurriedly found our cabin.

Team Cao and I didn't expect such an accident to happen on the small fishing boat, and the three of them stared at each other for a long time before I asked, "Lao Wang, why didn't the boat boss come this time to cooperate with the scientific expedition team?"

Wang Huzi sighed and said, "The boat boss suddenly started to have a high fever two months ago, and the water has not improved after a week of infusion. The family sent him to a big hospital in Haikou, where he heard that he had leukemia and needed dialysis for blood exchange, but I don't know how he contracted it. ”

"Lao Wang, when you were on the East Star, did you find the ship's logbook? Do you remember what was written on it?" At this time, I vaguely felt in my heart that Ding Jian and Wang Huzi's completely different descriptions of the process of experiencing the incident together must be due to a deviation in some thing, and if we can find the divergence in the incident, we may be able to solve this contradictory problem. Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked again.

Wang Huzi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Teacher Chang, the three of us did find the logbook, which was in the cockpit, and it was not damaged at all. It's just that it was a little late, it was too dark in the cockpit, Ding Jian kept holding the logbook and looking at it, I just glanced at it twice, as if the front was recorded relatively normal, but the back was written in a chattering manner, and the handwriting was very sloppy, I didn't understand what was written. However, there are a lot of strange paintings on the last few pages, and I can't tell what they are, as if there is a sea, a ship, a dark cloud or something, but it is very similar to what Ding Jian painted later. ”

Wang Huzi's last casual sentence made me can't help but have a new idea, about the painting in the logbook, Ding Jian has not told us before. According to common sense, the logbook is in Ding Jian's hands, and he must have seen it more carefully than Wang Huzi, and it is impossible to ignore those paintings. Ding Jian deliberately didn't mention the paintings, just because he felt that those paintings had nothing to do with the East Star?

"Lao Wang, do you remember what kind of brush those paintings were drawn with?" I realized that there might be some mystery hidden in this, and I asked again.

Wang Huzi was silent for a moment, and then said with certainty, "It's a pencil, it should be a pencil, it's a very thick one, the kind that rubs out one by one, it's black, it's very dark, I have never used it anyway." ”

Wang Huzi's words confirmed my suspicion that the painting must have been drawn with sketch charcoal, so Wang Huzi mistakenly thought it was a pencil. But I knew in my heart that how could there be charcoal bars on a cargo ship like the Eastern Star, and who would paint with charcoal bars?

"Lao Wang, did you say that the logbook was rushed to the Mazu God and did not let Ding Jian take him off the ship?"

"No, I didn't say this at all, Ding Jian came out of the cockpit with us with the logbook, I can see it clearly. Later he told me that the ship was foggy, and when we ran out, he was stumped on the deck, and the logbook came off and he didn't know where he fell. ”

(There is all the sky, there is a light, there is a pivot in the underworld, and there is one and the other.) Then the solution is also like the incomprehensible, the knowledge is also like not knowing, and the ignorance is then known. He also asked, there can be no cliffs, not no cliffs. - "Zhuangzi, Xu Wu Ghost")