Speaking of which. The third uncle let out a long sigh. He pinched his eyebrows. It seems that the following things do not want to be talked about.

And I heard it. It's also a body of sweat. The third uncle stopped. I was just in time to catch my breath.

It's a thrilling thing. It sounded like I was suffocating all the way. Especially when you hear that a third person has been found. I felt like I was listening to a book review. It turned out that this was how things turned out.

Who is this man? I said in my heart. Judging by behavior. This man is quite determined. It is impossible to open or release the plug of the oxygen cylinder. Now it is unscrewed. This man must have done it. And. It is very likely that it was opened when the third uncle came in. There must not be much oxygen left.

This submarine burial chamber is quite far from the sea. There is no oxygen. The third uncle will inevitably be trapped here alive in the reconciliation chain. The man returned to the ship. I won't tell the third uncle about it. This tomb will never be discovered. The people on the ship tried to find it, but they couldn't find it. Naturally, it was impossible to expect the people on the ship to come and pick them up. This is a very vicious killing move. Obviously, he must want the third uncle to reconcile and die in a serial manner.

Speaking of which. The situation in which the third uncle was at that time was actually even worse than ours. He was only one man. And the distance to the bottom of the ocean is much greater than ours.

But the third uncle is now sitting in front of me and drinking tea with his feet. Apparently he finally found a way to come out. I don't need to be too nervous. Both men were determined. The third uncle slowed down. I went on.

Then. See that. His brain exploded instantly. I got busy and screwed the air plug. After screwing it out. My whole body was already scared cold.

That moment. He thought he was finished. It's definitely going to die. And it's the way he fears death the most. In a closed tomb. Trapped alive. He regretted his carelessness. Again, a heart full of hatred. For the third uncle. To die in the tomb is to die in the tomb. If it is a medium organ and die. That's fate. But to kill people. He was greatly unwilling. It's really annoying.

He immediately went to see the oxygen meter. When I saw it, I gritted my teeth into my gums. His own oxygen cylinder. It may be because of the leak-proof effect of the air embolism. There is no light leakage. A tenth of the oxygen remains. There was also some left in the unchained oxygen cylinder. That's pretty much a little. It is estimated that it will be gone after thirty or forty breaths.

This may also be due to the relatively short time of deflation. If it's a few minutes late. It could be a couple of empty bottles.

This bit of oxygen. It's almost like nothing. When they come in. The third uncle used half of it. And it took more than half of the chain to unravel. That's not enough oxygen to get out.

Come to think of this. The third uncle was desperate. He looked at the dark burial chamber around him. A wave of extreme fear came over us. The heart said, is it really going to be trapped here?

The more I thought about it, the more scared the third uncle became. And it's really scary. It's not nervousness or anxiety. He immediately had an idea. It's just that he can't die here. If you want to die, you should die on another side. At that moment, he almost wanted to jump headlong into that inlet and drown himself.

But the third uncle is a hero in the end. This fear of his was quickly suppressed. He slapped himself in the face. The scolding was useless. I calmed down. Start thinking about what to do.

When I, the fat man, and the stuffy oil bottle were trapped. Because there is no oxygen at all. So we can only pin our hopes on finding oxygen cylinders. However, the third uncle still had oxygen at that time. And the amount of oxygen is not much, not less. Very embarrassing. So all his thinking. Soon attracted by the amount of oxygen available. He started thinking about it first. Is this oxygen a little possible? Able to hold on to the outside.

Count it out. In fact, it is impossible to have results. Because there is so little oxygen. Though. When I just came in. Always very cautious. It's not fast. If it's faster when you go out. It can be shortened for a long time. But. Five parts of oxygen were used when I came in. Now go out and use one serving. Other words. You have to go out five times as fast as you come in.

When you come in. It's about thirty minutes. So it takes six minutes to get out? He's not a fish. How could it be done.

Now the third uncle is a little uncomfortable. He immediately slapped himself in the face again. Pat yourself out of your fears. Push yourself to keep thinking.

Where can you get in six minutes? It's about three minutes from here. Six minutes. You can only reach the exit of that great abyss. This is already the fastest speed.

Once inside the exit of the abyss. Then it only takes about ten minutes. You will definitely be able to get out. That's half an hour away. If you're lucky. It can be done in 16 minutes. And. He looked at his watch. I'm about to retire cháo. When the time comes. The entrance to the cave will be a little more exposed to the sea. A little air will enter the top of the hole. Such. Maybe you don't have to go to the hole to breathe air.

Then you can hold your breath for a minute. As long as you can breathe oxygen for another 10 minutes, you can do it.

But. Where do you find oxygen for those ten minutes? There's nothing to be done here. The third uncle scratched his ears and cheeks. I went around looking at the conditions against shè. Hope to see something that inspires him.

But. What inspiration will be in the tombs. Could it be that a ceramic oxygen cylinder from the Ming and Qing dynasties could not be found?

Thinking about it is still equivalent to thinking in vain. The third uncle slapped the water surface of the entrance hard in annoyance. At this time. And he saw in the dark waters below. reflects his own reflection. He deflected the flashlight. The reflection is clear. He immediately found something that would provide him with oxygen for ten minutes.

The third uncle is really a whim. He saw it at the time. It's the wetsuit he wears.

So how does a wetsuit be used as an oxygen tank? The third uncle thought very cleverly. He tied up the sleeves and trousers of his wetsuit. Then punch it out. Fill it with the air inside. After that, tie the neckline as well. The wetsuit becomes an airbag. He jumped into the water. Just untie a sleeve. As an oxygen tube suck.

One go. And he found that it worked. Fuck. He smoked for about three or four minutes. Only then did I feel that the air was muddy.

There are doors, there are doors! He was overjoyed. Come up immediately. I ran and took off my clothes. Another airbag was made. Then fill the two water bladders with air as well. The heart said that it was ten minutes to have!

Thinking that he couldn't wait for a moment. Immediately dragged everything. Ready to get out in the water.

The third uncle's xìng grid is not like I would hesitate. Nor will they choose a conservative way. So he didn't hesitate at all.

But. Even if the oxygen can hold up to the outside. That's only one person who can barely get out. The person must take away the two oxygen cylinders. The other person had to wait here for the other person to come back and pick him up. If that person dies halfway through. Then no one will come back. This psychological pressure is enormous.

The third uncle didn't feel that this was a serious matter at that time. He said to himself that the oxygen for the chain was not enough anyway. It's just getting worse. And. At this time, he didn't have the heart to unravel the chain at all. He himself had entered a state of extreme euphoria.

He placed the unchaining on the coffin platform. Then he used the water trap that he had just used to smash people's skulls and used them as pillows. Make his posture a little more comfortable. Just go back to the water inlet. I didn't think about it, and the fact was as the third uncle expected. Six minutes later. He had entered the abyss. There was even a little bit of oxygen.

The third uncle's heart had settled down at this time. I really admire myself in my heart. My heart said that this would not kill me. I went back to the boat. That bastard who plotted against me won't scare me to death.

He struggled to drag the two huge airbags behind him. I couldn't help but float up. It also saved him a lot of effort. He relied on memory. Swam towards the exit of the abyss. However. What he didn't expect was. By the time he swam to the entrance he thought he was in. He was stunned.

There is nothing there. There is only a patch of uneven coral reef rocks.

Well? He wondered. Then take a picture to the side. Along the way, there are a lot of photos. None of the exits were seen.

All at once he was cold. Fucking things didn't go as smoothly as he thought. Looks like I've misremembered the location of the entrance! One nervousness. A cold sweat. He went to see the oxygen meter. I only saw the index of the oxygen meter. It's already below zero.