The water is a deep blue color different from the sky, and the breeze blows and ripples like unpolished natural ore. The sun shone on the sea, sparkling and clear, like a layer of shining scales.

An oval-shaped object broke through the water, floated out of the sea, and plunged headlong into the water like a giant blue whale. However, its color was as black as ink, and it was dazzling in the rolling white spray. Then, its slender body was fully exposed, floating steadily on the water.

It's a bit old-looking submarine, with a mottled hull like moldy boar skin. The fin-like conning tower on its back is covered with a rusty antenna.

The cabins inside the boat were damp and dark, and the aging energized wiring was connected to the blinding, high-power incandescent lamps. The control cabin and activity room were full of clutter, many of which were some years old, and exuded a peculiar musty smell of isolation.

However, a young man sitting in the lounge at the moment was as refreshing and moving as a lotus flower in the mud. He has an oriental face, but has a bit of a western aristocratic temperament. His demeanor was elegant and noble, and even when he sat still, he was a gentleman. No matter how messy, dirty, and rotten the environment is, it doesn't seem to affect him. His white clothes were not stained with a single spot of mold or dust, as if they had just been taken out of the wardrobe of the British royal family.

There are two computers in the lounge, which is the only thing that looks relatively new. One of the computers is playing the old movie "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", but I don't know if it's because there are no speakers or some other reason, the movie only has a picture and no sound.

It was a pain to live in such an old and cramped cabin, and if a girl came to such a place, she would do everything she could to escape immediately. But if she saw this elegant and handsome man in the cabin, she would immediately forget all the unpleasantness that the old submarine had brought to her in sight, smell, and touch, and she would like to live with this man for eternity.

The same should be true of men's fantasies. In this case, if it is a wonderful fantasy feature film, the submarine should save a mermaid princess who is a perfect match for our prince at sea, and the subsequent twists and turns of love across the land and sea will surely move the world.

However, when the hatch opened, it was not a mermaid princess who entered, but a Western man with a stubble on his face.

The man was so tall that he had to bend down through the aisles and hatches when he walked in, looking like he was struggling. However, after entering the door, he did not completely straighten his waist, and it seemed that in front of the noble and handsome man in front of him, he would never have the courage to straighten his waist.

His face bears the vicissitudes of salty and wet seawater for many years, and his curly and messy hair still smells of fish.

He stood still in front of the handsome young man and said in English with a thick Russian accent, "Mr. Stone, I hope it doesn't disturb your Yaxing." ”

If watching silent TV can also be called Yaxing, what other elegant things are there in this world? But in the eyes of this bearded Russian, there is nothing more desirable entertainment on the submarine except for watching movies.

"Where have we been, Ivan?" The handsome man known as Mr. Stone asked.

"Sir, our current location is 313° south latitude and 1525 degrees west longitude." Whenever Ivan came to Mr. Stone, he unconsciously became a gentleman when he spoke, but he could not change his rough voice, which sounded a little incongruous, but with a little bit of simplicity and loveliness.

"Still haven't found anything?" Stone asked.

"Nope." Ivan replied.

"Continue to cruise and let me know if you find anything." Stone said.

"But......" Ivan looked a little hesitant.

"What's wrong, Ivan?" Stone looked at him and asked, "Say anything." ”

"Sir, I have a few questions that I don't understand." Ivan said.

Stone didn't speak, picked up a bottle of natural mineral water from the Alps and took a sip of it, motioning for him to continue.

"The water in this area is more than 10,000 feet deep, and there is not even a reef," Ivan said. We've been cruising around the sea for two days, and I don't think there will be any miracle if Egil, the god of the sea, doesn't use his powers. ”

"Egil?" Stone laughed, "Do you Russians believe in this too?" ”

"No, I believe in God." Ivan said, "But I grew up hearing my grandmother say that Egil was a giant in the deep sea, and that Odin couldn't do anything about him when he got to sea." When I first became a submariner, my instructor taught us to be brave and fearless, to forget all fears, and to be in awe of Egil. ”

Stone nodded, took a bottle of water and gave it to Ivan," he continued. ”

Ivan took the water but did not drink it, and said, "Another thing I don't understand is why you chose such an old and bulky military decommissioned submarine?" Although I used to be a soldier, I have to admit that the current scientific research submarines are much better than this old guy in terms of diving speed, diving depth, advanced equipment and comfort. You're not at war, and you have to spend so much money, so why don't you make your life more comfortable? ”

"Are you feeling sick?" Stone asked.

"No, sir." Ivan instinctively stood upright and stood in a military posture, "I am a soldier, and I once lived on a submarine for seven years and three months. It just makes me feel dear here, I assure you......"

"I know." Stone interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "You're a good soldier. It's a pity that your country pays you too little salary, and your wife gave you three children, right? ”

"Yes, sir."

"Well, don't worry, after this mission is completed, you will no longer have to live a dark life in the cramped control compartment of a submarine. Take your wife and kids to Hawaii or New Zealand to enjoy the sunshine. ”

Ivan was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "I believe you, Mr. Arthur Stone, but you haven't answered my question yet. ”

Arthur Stone laughed and said, "As an excellent submariner, you should know the origin of this submarine, right?" ”

"Of course I do." Ivan said confidently, "This is a Romeo-class Type 633 conventional submarine built by the former Soviet Union in the sixties of the last century, which was exported in large quantities, and this one should be one of the ones exported to Syria." ”

"Well, that's right." Stone stood up and patted the bulkhead, "Look, it's been more than fifty years, and it's still so strong!" At that time, the things made were not only of good quality, but also not boring. At that time, although the machine was not as advanced as it is now, it would honestly listen to you, and every screw and rivet of it would work for you. Unlike today, your data is stored in the cloud, but you never know where the cloud is or what is hidden in the cloud. ”

Ivan listened to it for a long time and was still puzzled: "I...... I don't quite understand. ”

"You don't have to understand, you just need to know that a machine built 50 years ago must be reliable," Stone said. ”

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