But when the third uncle went into the water, he didn't show his head again, and my heart hung up. At this time I regretted waiting for him on the shore, and the taste was even worse than if I had gone into the water myself.

Fifteen minutes seemed unusually long to me, and by the time it was ten minutes, there had been no movement below. Fat Dahai was also a little anxious, and he couldn't help but say, "Boss, why don't we pull the rope in advance?" ”

I was a little worried, so I nodded, and we pulled the rope out together.

Who knew that after just two pulls, I felt something was wrong. There was no resistance to the rope being pulled up, and there didn't seem to be anything involved at the other end of the rope. If it is tied to the waist of the third uncle, it will not be so labor-saving to pull it up.

We increased our strength and pulled the rope up in three and two.

The more I pulled up, the more anxious I became, and sure enough, there was no third uncle at the other end of the rope. The rope was all pulled up, and I realized that the other end of the rope was actually a Qi Qi stubble, as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon.

I threw the rope, picked up a wetsuit, and said to the fat man, "Fatty, wait for me on the shore, I have to go down and have a look." ”

Fat Dahai also picked up a set and said, "No, I'm not at ease, let's go into the water together." Originally, we came together as three of us. ”

I nodded, knowing that at this time, the fat sea would definitely accompany me.

The two of us changed into wetsuits, put on our goggles, carried our oxygen tanks, and headed towards the river in the direction of the bridge pier.

Within three or two meters, the river was deep. We sank down and dived into the water.

This set of diving equipment, although it looks simple, can still be used in the waters of this river. Above the helmet there is also a diving lamp for underwater use.

We had dived more than three meters before turning on the diving lights on our helmets.

The dim light doesn't really play much of a role in the river. But in the dark underwater, even a little bit of light will add a lot of security to yourself.

There was also a problem underwater, which was that we couldn't communicate in words like we could on shore, and that made me even more uneasy.

However, the visibility of this diving lamp can also be about two meters in this water quality, and I can still see the fat sea around me.

I gestured at the fat sea and swam in the direction of the bridge pier in my impression.

The place where we went into the water was not far from the pier, and after a few swims, a thick pier appeared in front of us. We circled around the nearest pier twice and found nothing. So we exchanged gestures and swam towards the second pier.

Because I have the impression that if there is a situation at the bottom of this river, it is on these piers nine times out of ten. In fact, after the third uncle went into the water, he also swam in the direction of the bridge pier. At that time, we found the other three water zombies on the bridge, which also climbed up the bridge pier.

The piers were also made of stone, covered with turquoise moss, and I wiped them with my hand, and there was a mark on them. And I noticed that in addition to my handprint, there were some other marks on it, and I thought it should be that the third uncle had just left

down. This shows that he also came to this pier.

I gestured to the fat sea, left this pier, and swam towards the next pier.

In this way, we looked at the piers in succession, and gradually we left the river bank and got closer and closer to the pier in the middle of the bridge.

When you get here, you can clearly feel that the water is much deeper. Looking at the bottom of the river, it was dark and bottomless.

And on the piers we passed, I found the marks that the third uncle had touched. I think now, maybe it was the third uncle who deliberately stayed.

Because according to my speculation, the rope left by the third uncle cannot be extended to this side at all, so the rope may have been cut by the third uncle himself. Then he left a mark on the pier and told us where he went.

But after checking all the way to this bridge pier, there is nothing else to be found, and the visibility here is so low, how can we go to find him?

I don't dare to think about the bad side, in my opinion, the third uncle is an omnipotent existence. There's no way something could have happened to him.

I was pondering whether to continue to look for Uncle San in the water or go ashore first. Then I suddenly felt a tightness in my breath. Some chest tightness, a feeling of poor breathing.

Not good!

I realized that there might be a problem with my oxygen cylinder.

Later, I learned that there are many skills and ways in diving, and if you want to dive, you must first go through training, and the equipment must be good. The diving equipment we bought is actually a more expensive toy, and the oxygen tank we carry can only dive in shallow water for about ten minutes.

We were ignorant and fearless at that time, first of all, the third uncle was stupid and bold to wear this kind of thing and dared to go into the water. And we were eager to save people, and we went straight into the water. In hindsight, it was extremely dangerous and scary.

At that time, I felt that I had difficulty breathing, and my heart began to feel bottomless, and I wanted to communicate with the fat man simply with gestures.

But when I looked to the other side of the pier, I saw that the fat man's body suddenly shook and rushed straight to the bottom of the river.

It's as if there is a huge suction force at the bottom of the water that sucks the fat man off the bottom. The speed of sinking is extremely fast, and it is obviously impossible for the fat man to take the initiative to dive on his own.

The fat man sank so fast that I only had time to see a little light flash in the water and disappear in an instant. That's the light of the diving light on the fat man's diving helmet.

I was shocked, I didn't expect this to happen, so I hurriedly kicked twice into the water and instinctively swam towards the place where the fat man had sunk.

As soon as I swam there, I felt a suction force coming from under the bridge, as if an undercurrent had suddenly appeared, and quickly sucked my body downward.

I didn't have time to react, so I could only close my eyes and curl up as much as I could, covering my head with my arms. I couldn't resist the suction.

It didn't take long for me to be sucked by that suction, about ten seconds, and I felt my body being thrown up by the waves, and then I fell down again.

I had a physical impact, but it wasn't serious. But after another long time, the oxygen in the oxygen cylinder was almost exhausted.

I opened my eyes and found that my diving lamp was still working, and there was no water next to it, so since there was no water, I quickly took off my helmet and gasped for a few breaths to make my body less uncomfortable.

There is no water here, but you can hear the sound of empty water.

(End of chapter)

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