Among the few of us, Fatty, Stuffy Oil Bottle, and I all have a bit of water, and Agui can swim, but they are generally in the stream and do not have the habit of treading water for a long time, so I'm afraid it won't help much. The clouds are very good, but without a swimsuit, we can't let her dive for me in a small vest, and the fat man probably won't have the heart to do anything.

If you want to say that the breath-holding time is really not accurate, the fat man said that he has big lungs and can hold it for five minutes, I said impossible, you are so big, the pressure under diving is much greater than ours, and people who can generally hold it for three minutes are already immortals. Don't be fooled, this thing is no joke.

The fat man said that he was not very worried about this, we will definitely try the water in a shallow place first, the problem is that we have no fins, and the diving down is very slow, and we may run out of gas before we reach the end.

I nodded, in fact, zìyóu deep diving is not completely freehanded, there are also relevant equipment and protection measures, and the most important thing is the psychological quality of people. When I was in Xisha, I heard from those divers that the most important thing in deep water diving is mental fitness, and all deep water divers, especially those in Zìyóu, will do yoga training. In the depths of the water, it is pitch black all around, as if you are in a void, and people will panic unconsciously. Underwater, a panic is a god, and it is easy for things to happen. When you have scuba, your oxygen consumption will also increase dramatically, and if you don't have scuba, you may be directly psychologically suffocated.

Unfortunately, the sea in the Xisha area is too shallow and the water is too clear, I didn't experience that feeling, and I don't know what it will be like when I actually encounter it.

However, zìyóu diving is not harsh on equipment, we can find some alternatives, such as the question raised by the fat man, we just use stones to speed up our descent and that's it. The lake here may have been very deep, but it is impossible for the water level to drop more than 100 meters over the years, and I think 50 meters is already the limit, of course, we have to explore it before diving.

We discussed some of the details in detail and all three of us were excited. We got up early the next day, and before the sun came out, I continued to make one last search on the shore to ascertain my impressions of yesterday. There was a layer of mist around the lake, but only as far as the lake extended, and the clouds were accustomed to getting up early, and they had cooked breakfast early. It was a very thin gruel, and the fat man could drink ten bowls alone, but the clouds were burning, and he would never say that it was not delicious.

After eating, the fat man also came to help search, this time with the dogs, and the fat man teased the dogs, saying to find the bones, find the bones, find the bones for you to match the. But the dog went to the lake to drink and play, and completely ignored him.

By the time the rì head came out, I had already turned around again, and I was sure that it was unlikely that I would find it. I worked with them to make sure that I could get into the water in the afternoon, when the water was a little warmer, and then, as I had planned yesterday, began to collect and prepare a long rope, a small floating raft, and a few stones of a decent weight.

Ah Gui and Yun helped us weave the straw rope, which didn't need to be too strong, as long as it could be used to measure the depth, but it should be as long as possible. The fat man took a sickle and cut a lot of grass, and then spread it out to dry, but not all the grass was suitable for weaving, and most of it could not be used.

I tied two small floating rows the size of the Eight Immortals Table with a braided rope, and then found a stone the size of a thigh and tied a straw rope to make a ballast for the ballast object.

The straw rope is braided in three sections, only more than ten meters, and it is great that two people can have such an achievement in one afternoon, because it has not been well processed and is very rough, but I don't care, anyway, I don't expect to be able to use it for a few months, and it can last for a few hours.

In addition, the fat man's nylon bag was cut off, the nylon thread inside was pulled out and coiled, and a small stone was tied to the surface as a small anchor to detect the depth.

When we were ready, we piled them all up in small floats, and then stripped off our pants and walked slowly into the lake. The stuffy oil bottle's panties were bought by the fat man, and there were two chicks in front of him, which made Yun Cai laugh so much that he almost fainted.

At this time, it was already about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the surface of the lake was still cold, which must be connected to the living water. If there is no sun, such a large temperature difference, maybe we will have cramps when we go into the water.

Treading water all the way, soon the water under the feet of the face sè became deeper, which is a bit empty, and the place where you can't see the bottom always makes people feel unsafe, but after experiencing strong winds and waves, that feeling flashes by. The lake is also not big, and we quickly tread water to the center of the lake.

The lake breeze is very cool, the heat is gone, and in the center of the lake, treading water requires more force to keep your body balanced. The fat man wiped his face with his hand and asked, "Innocent Captain, what are you going to do first?" ”

"Measure the depth of the water first." I said.

The fat man picked up the nylon wire tied to the small stone and threw it into the water. The stone pulled the silk thread and kept sinking, and the silk coil kept turning in the fat man's hand. Soon, only the thread was visible, and the stone sank into the darkness.

After waiting for more than a minute, the coil stopped rotating, and the fat man pulled the end of the thread off, pulled the thread little by little, and counted the number of coils around it, and finally determined that the water depth was more than 33 meters.

I took a cool breath, although it was about the same as I estimated, but it was still a little scary to hear, and this is not necessarily the deepest place, this kind of stone lake, the deepest place is not necessarily in the main zhōngyāng of the lake.

"Thirty-three meters, first mate, we have to dive more than ten floors deep."

"Damn, why did you demote me to an official rank as soon as I heard thirty meters?" I scolded, holding on, "Ten floors are like this, damn it, I'm afraid of a ghost." ”

As he spoke, he plugged his ears with mud with the stuffy oil bottle, and first dived a few shallow times to get used to the water temperature, so that the fat man could watch in front of him for the time being, he was not so good at diving, and we didn't need him to do it once. As I spoke, I tied a straw rope tied to a large stone around my waist, and took a sickle and a flashlight in a plastic bag, and I exchanged glances at the stuffy oil bottle.

We take a deep breath, and when we reach the limit, we push the stone from the raft into the water, and the stone slowly sinks, driving us directly into the water.

In Sudan, this is how the wife of the cheating chieftain was executed. I looked up at the water, there were no diving goggles, everything was misty, vaguely I could see the lower body of the fat man and the shadow of the raft, and I could see the halo of the sun on the water. But these scenes soon faded away, and there was absolute silence all around. Looking further down, there was a pitch-black abyss below, and only the flashlight of the stuffy oil bottle could be seen, and he was as nimble as a water bat with his head down.

It won't last long, I told myself. As the light around me dropped dramatically, and at the same time there was a huge amount of water pressure, and my eardrums and chest began to feel very uncomfortable, forcing me to exhale the air in my lungs.

Soon, my flashlight shone under the water, and it was a blue stone, gradually approaching me. As I sank, the bottom became clearer, and I noticed that the rocks under the water were deep and shallow, and it was clearly not flat, but a slope.

It was almost at this time that I was a little out of breath, looked at my watch, and was less than thirty seconds into the water. I started to feel a rush of pressure into my nose and wanted to inhale.

On the other side, the stuffy oil bottle was still diving, and I looked up at the top of my head, oh my God, there was a blur overhead, only a little halo in the distance, you can imagine the feeling of looking up at the bowl-sized skylight in a pitch black and thirty-meter-high auditorium, and I couldn't help but feel terrified, and I felt like I couldn't hold on.

So I pulled out the sickle in my waist and tried to cut the straw rope that was holding me, but what I didn't expect was that the soaked straw rope was very tough, and I cut it twice, but only half of the straw rope was broken, and the other half couldn't be cut.

I panicked and told myself to take a deep breath to calm down, but as soon as I took a breath of water, I choked into my lungs, and my whole body coughed.

I finally managed to hold the water in my lungs, and there was a vibration from one end of the rope, and the stone had fallen to the bottom. I tried to hold myself steady and look down, and there was a large monotonous sheer rocky beach at the bottom, full of rocks of all sizes, just like the rocky beaches on the shore. However, these stones have been in the water for many years, and the surface is covered with a layer of water millet, which makes me feel strange that these stones are completely "clean", unlike the bottom of the water that I have seen before, where the stones have some algae and screws.

The rocky beach is very steep, and my "weight-bearing stone" is stuck in a few rocks on the rocky beach, and I haven't slid down the steep slope, but the bottom of the rocky beach is deep, and it seems that there is still a way to dive.

I don't know how deep it is, but the other side of the bottle must have dived much deeper than mine, because I had seen his flashlight sink like a vague flare in the night.

The air in my lungs had been exhaled, and the person began to sink to the bottom, and soon I was lying on the bottom, and then I felt that I could hold it for a while. The urgency was probably caused by the pressure of the water pressing down on my chest, and I pushed myself up and lifted my "weight stone" from where it was stuck and threw it down the slope.

The weight-bearing stone slid down, drove me down again, and rolled down another seven or eight meters, the slope of the rocky beach slowed down, and the stone stopped again.

I grabbed the rope and sank again, and was about to lift the stone, when I suddenly noticed a large, vague shadow appearing in the deep blue-gray water below my slope, like the head of a crocodile.

The underwater vision is very blurry, I can only see clearly, I can't help but be startled, and I think there will be water monsters in this kind of lake?

When the flashlight shone down, I saw that the shadow was actually an old wooden building, collapsed in the deep ravine at my feet, and there was only a rough shelf, covered with cotton wool-like sediment. I grabbed the rope to stabilize my posture, approached the wooden building and turned the flashlight, and saw that there was more than one such wooden building, and there were many staggered black shadows underneath, and even a dilapidated tiled house. Looking down the slope of this deep ravine, there are stone steps, fences, everything, all of which sink quietly into the lake.

Oh my God, I was stunned, what I saw turned out to be an ancient village of the Yao people.