It is this rationality beyond ordinary people that makes the professor slow down on the road to madness.

He forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart and quickly evacuated to a corner where he could not see the window, having gathered all the food that was easy to preserve and prepared five days' worth of drinking water for himself.

The professor had built a fortress for himself with casual food and buckets, and after huddled in the fortress, he took out his cell phone and dialed an old friend with his eyes closed.

The other man was a real clergyman, but unlike most priests, he never stayed in the church, but was always at sea.

As for how the professor met the priest, the note does not mention it too much, except that in the professor's eyes, the priest may be the only person who can save him.

Luckily, the professor was able to call the priest only once, and he did not tell him exactly what had happened to him, but only told him where he was, so that he could find him as soon as possible.

For the next half week, the muffled sound of banging on the lattice did not stop for a moment, and as soon as the professor fell asleep, a terrifying vision would come to mind.

In the dream, the sky was still gray, the ocean was filled with scraps of fish flesh, the whole ocean was dyed bright red, and the beach was littered with bloated flesh and blood.

Sometimes, dreams would suddenly fall into darkness, and in the dark mist-filled sky, a huge bloody eye appeared, staring motionless at everything in the world.

These dreams kept knocking on the professor's nerves, almost breaking him, and it was only when he woke up and felt the extreme darkness that filled the fortress that the professor felt a little safe.

After three and a half days ravaged by the nightmare, the priest finally arrived.

With the arrival of the priest, the knocking sound outside the window disappeared, along with the bloody light brought by the crow.

But the professor knew that this was only a brief calm before the storm, and when he saw the priest, the professor told the priest that he would only have two endings, either death or eternal darkness, and that he no longer expected the priest to save him, but only hoped that the priest would be able to record the changes that had happened to him in the last moments of his life.

After following the priest aboard, the professor took the last vestige of reason to fully record his experience in the Maldives, and wrote the word "Black Death" on the pad behind the cover, as well as the opening sentence of the note, which he also wrote at this time.

After this, the notebook was handed over to the priest, and the last few pages of the whole notebook were also written by the priest and Lao Tang.

In contrast to the teaching's meticulous work, the priest's way of writing is more concise.

Here's everything he wrote down in his notes.

The second day of the professor's ship: He kept himself locked in the hold, and I was worried about his condition, but he insisted on not seeing anyone, including me.

The third day of the professor's ship: He yelled frantically that all people were devils, and when I tried to appease him, he attacked me. He cut off my little thumb with a military knife and I thought he was crazy.

Day 4: We received a distress signal from the deep sea, the situation was urgent, we had to leave the port, we had no choice. The professor has been very quiet all day, and strangely enough, this quiet has made me very uneasy.

Day 8: We found the ship in the deep sea that sent the distress signal, and like the other ships in distress, the people on board were missing, and the hull was rotten and rusty. At night, the professor chanted some kind of incantation in a deep voice, a language I had not heard, I did not know what he was talking about, but I could feel the oppression and darkness in the words that the professor spoke. I don't know how to help him, it's a damn powerlessness.

Day 10: One of the crew members said he had heard the same whisper from a survivor from the Icebreaker, and it was a miracle that he survived, to be honest. I felt that the whispers in the professor's mouth seemed to be a call from another world. Some of the crew had already been affected by the whispers, and we had to quarantine the professor.

Day 11: Some of the crew appear to be extremely aggressive, while others seem to be indifferent to anything, like cats that have lost their fighting spirit. We are stuck in the fog this afternoon, and we hope that the Iron Maiden will receive our distress signal soon, and may the Lord bless us.

Day Twelve: The crew began to kill each other, they had completely lost their minds, and I couldn't stop them. The professor committed suicide by poking thirteen bloody holes in his chest with a pair of iron tongs. We're done!

Day 13: I tried to abandon ship and escape, but the rescue boat was burned down by the crazy crew. Damn it!

The last few paragraphs that appear in the note are from Old Soup.

At the end of his notes, Old Tang wrote:

"I'm Tom, the Iron Maiden's first mate, and now we're in charge of all the Merfolk's belongings. By the time we boarded the ship, the stern was on fire, the original crew had been killed or committed suicide in the most brutal manner, and we had to abandon the ship while removing as much of our belongings as possible. ”

"The deaths of these crew members reminded me of the combatants on the Iron Maiden, and I began to believe that the devil was real. If only Boss Wu was still here, I believe he can scare off those devils, because he is more terrible than the devil. But who can save us when he is gone? ”

"Since this is not a logbook, but the priest recorded what happened to the crew in this notebook, I have no reason not to suspect that the change in the crew was caused entirely by the psychiatrist."

When I wrote these words, Lao Tang's hands were trembling, and it took me a lot of effort to make out every word he wrote.

To be honest, I can't figure out why Lao Tang wrote such a few paragraphs at the end of his notes, maybe this is a customary habit between them old sailors.

When Lao Tang handed me the notes, he said that if I still wanted to get on the boat after reading the contents of the notes, he would definitely not refuse me. He probably thought that I would be deterred by what was written in the note, but after reading this note, I wanted to go to sea even more.

Because Master has also said that those who insist on finding the Four Heavens are also like being bewitched and have become crazy, and when I think back to the Professor's various experiences, I have a faint premonition that these encounters he has experienced are probably inextricably linked to the Four Heavens.