The sun was harsh, and Su Huilan covered her forehead with her hand, and looked up to see Petru bending over and shouting at them, but his eyes were only on Mrs. Larry.

Then, there was a thumping sound from inside the freeboard deck passage, followed by Boris's loud voice: "Hey, Petru, we need a helper!" ”

"It's coming!" Petru hurried over.

Su Huilan smiled and said to Mrs. Larry, "Madam, this guy really cares about you. ”

"Others are not bad." Mrs. Larry said.

Alice pursed her lips and thought about it, and finally couldn't help but say, "Madam, that redbeard said he wanted to marry you." ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Madame said.

"It's true, he told me personally." Alice said, "He said you were the most honorable woman he had ever met, and that he had fallen in love with you from the first day he met you." ”

Mrs. Larry's face was still her usual serious expression, and she couldn't see any change, but Su Huilan keenly felt that there was an unusual glimmer of light in Madame's eyes, like lightning in the depths of the clouds.

After many days of getting along, Su Huilan got to know Mrs. Larry better. This female scientist, who is known for her seriousness, is actually not difficult to get along with, she has a kind heart and a noble soul, but for some reason, she always has a straight face and shows people in a face that is difficult for people to approach, and that is by no means her true nature. Su Huilan always felt that there was some secret hidden in Mrs. Larry's heart, so she put on a disguise and not show her true face. Judging from her reluctance to mention her husband, Mr. Jaeger, perhaps there was some sad past! But Su Huilan felt that it was not so simple.

Alice cautiously observed the change in Madame's face for a while, and then said cautiously: "Madam, I also think that the Petrus are not bad, although they are pirates, they are also forced to be helpless, aren't they, and he also said that he is willing to be your follower and accompany you everywhere to archaeology!" I think...... Yes...... Mr. Jaeger...... Already...... For so long, you can think about ......"

Alice's words were interrupted by a loud thud, and a hatch panel under the freeboard was jacked open and fell straight into the lake. A folded gangway was pushed out.

The ramps of ships are automatically controlled by the receiver, but now there is no energy on the boat, the circuit is not working, the pneumatic device naturally fails, and the gangway will be locked, and the manual device and connecting shaft have been used for so many years, even if they can be used, I am afraid it is not easy to open.

However, it is not known how Ivan managed to do it, and the gangway was not only pushed out by them, but also opened the three floors. Ivan climbed outside the cabin and grabbed the hinges of the gangway, while Boris and Petro checked the connection of the two locks for fear of breaking. Ivan's feet stomped the open gangway, and the gangway, which had been pushed out of the hatch and crossed over, clicked and flattened, and the lower end fell, and was pulled by the lock, becoming a ladder leaning against the side of the ship at an oblique upward angle of 40 degrees.

"Petru, try to see if the manual runner of the receiver can be used, you need to adjust the height." Ivan said as he crawled back to the freeboard tunnel along the lock.

Petro got in, and after a while there was a creaking sound, and then the gangway was lowered to the surface of the water.

Anderson rowed the boat to the gangway, and Su Huilan stood up first, tried it and felt that it was okay, stretched out her hand and said, "You can come up, ma'am." ”

She and Mrs. Larry went up first, followed by Anderson and Alice, and the group went to the deck.

Aoki and Situ were still on deck, leaning on the railing of the ship's side, looking out at the lakeshore in the distance. They were doing the same thing, giving orders to the savages on the shore to bring torches.

Aoki's consciousness crossed the surface of the lake and passed on the idea of needing fire to the wildlings of the Sanchi tribe. He didn't feel that distance was hindering this conscious command, and he knew that the movement of consciousness in the mental force field was different from that of three-dimensional space-time, which was more like a subconscious communication in a dream. In dreams, no matter how much space stretches, the dreamer's subconscious mind is everywhere because that is the world you have created yourself.

The boundaries of dreams are the limits of what your mental power can reach.

The ebony staff made some wonderful connections between his spiritual power and the spiritual force field on the island, allowing his spiritual boundaries to expand. Within this range, there are no barriers to the transmission of consciousness.

However, it looks like a dream no matter how you look at it.

The savages on the shore of the lake pushed the two rafts into the water, and some of them stood on the rafts with large sticks and headed for the big ship.

Aoki knew that they were carrying a torch made of something resin-like that could burn for a long time.

When the Savage's bamboo row approached the ship, the gangway had been erected, and Mrs. Larry and her party had already boarded the ship.

Several savages looked suspicious and uneasy as they ascended the gangway to the terrifying behemoth.

With the lighting, people re-entered the bridge. As he passed through the command room, Stuart's guess of time was confirmed by Mrs. Larry. Madame is an archaeology major and has more say in the condition of the corpse.

"I don't know if it's not a thousand years, at least five hundred years, but it's still a little strange......"

Madame carefully examined the skin and hair of the dried corpse, and for the professionalism of an archaeologist, her actions did not destroy the integrity of the corpse and clothing in the slightest.

"People are supposed to die of natural causes, they die peacefully, about sixty to eighty years old, sorry this range is a bit large, but you need to go into the laboratory to be exact. Such corpses can only be formed in very dry desert areas, and are not possible on sea vessels. If, as Mr. Stone said, they entered a still space, which was very dry, like a desert, and I don't know how long a warship would have enough fresh water, and food on board, but how could they not live comfortably until they died of old age? ”

Mrs. Larry's thinking was clear, and she pointed out the problem at once. Szeto's theory of static space-time solves the problem of time and space disorder, but it cannot explain everything.

There was no one on the upper deck of the bridge, except for Lieutenant Colonel Halsey, who was sitting in the command room. As they continued to the lower cabins, the space became cramped and cramped, especially in the absence of electric lights and ventilation, and the light from the torches was not enough to illuminate all the passages, but instead left a shaky shadow in front of people's eyes.

All the way to the soldier's rest quarters, that is, the dormitories. Aoki found that the space here was not small, and the aisles and beds were larger than expected.

"The life of the American GIs is really chic, and even the beds are a little wider than those on our ships."

Boris complained, but the next scene he saw immediately shut up and could not say a word.

On each bed lay a soldier, dressed in a neat uniform, lying straight and straight. The torches shone into their faces, the same as Halsey outside, all of the shriveled zombie faces.

It's like a dry corpse camp. 8)