Chapter Ninety-Three: Launching the Water

In order not to allow my body to cramp after coming into contact with the cold underground water, I had already warmed up before entering the water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

These warm-up exercises were taught to me by Lan during the previous special training for me. It allows the body to radiate enough heat within the smallest range of motion. These calories can be used to ward off the cold, but also to relax the muscles.

Of course, I'm not so stupid as to dive to the bottom of the lake so recklessly. With such a deep underground lake, even if I could dive to the bottom of the lake with my lung capacity alone, the oxygen would never be enough to support my underwater search. So I used a special approach. That is, use this wetsuit on your body to make a container that can store air. In this way, although the air is still not enough to support my activities underwater for long periods of time, at least a large bag of air is always more than my lung capacity.

I tied one of the cuffs of my wetsuit, as well as the neckline and hem of my suit, to a dead knot. This will ensure that Evely's air won't leak out of these three openings while I dive. Or rather, the speed at which leaks can be minimized.

When everything was ready, I was still standing on the shore and counting to five. I still jumped on the count to four.

Because there are no diving goggles, and there is no underwater reference for a huge lake. As a result, my underwater visibility is very limited. Although the flashlight can penetrate a long way underwater, all I can see is about two or three meters in front of me. Farther away, all that's left is a fuzzy yellow-green.

The breath in my lungs allowed me to dive to a depth of about seven or eight meters. But by the time I got to this depth, my mind was already ringing. That buzzing tinnitus isn't too magical. But luckily I made a pair of earplugs out of something in advance, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stand it just by diving to this depth.

I put the unknotted sleeve to my mouth, and I couldn't wait to bite into it.

As the hand loosened, the air began to burrow into the mouth without stopping. According to the oxygen content in this dress, the ventilation should be able to be changed about five or six times. My heart said. It's been consumed once now, that's about four more. I'm going to dive to the bottom of the lake during these four breaths and start searching.

But to be honest, I didn't expect this search to be successful. The lake is just too big. If the shape of the lake is cylindrical, then according to my observation of the entire surface of the lake, the area of the bottom of the lake must be at least the size of three football fields.

It's almost the fucking time to catch up with West Lake.

I actually couldn't hold it anymore when I took the third breath. That's when I started to realize that I had made a mistake. That is, the air in the clothes is distributed too evenly. As I dived deeper and deeper, the water pressure was constantly working on various parts of my body. Coupled with the buoyancy constantly pulling me up, I needed more stamina to keep myself from being pulled to the surface. And this requires the consumption of a large amount of oxygen.

By the time I took the fourth breath, the clothes in my hands had been completely flattened, and I didn't even see the shadow at the bottom of the lake now.

Looking up, I saw that I had now dived at least twenty meters deep. It's almost ten stories high. The darkness of the water was constantly exerting all sorts of pressure on me. This pressure also includes a psychological one.

I gave up.

When I resurfaced, I glanced at my watch and saw that it had been from my dive to my ascent. It took less than five minutes. In other words, in less than five minutes, I changed my breath five times frequently.

This special time underwater is simply too hard. I thought that this time I went into the water, based on the lung capacity I had measured on land before, plus I still had a large bag of air on my hands. I can hold on for at least ten minutes or so. I didn't expect it to be such a failure, not even five minutes. And that's one of the things I have to think about now.

Suppose the lake is only thirty or forty meters deep (which is the limit of all normal lakes that I know), and the air capacity of the garment in my hand remains the same. If I want to reach the bottom of the lake, I have to keep the air consumption to about half or less of what I did during the dive. Or maybe I'm going to nearly double the speed of my dive. This allows the oxygen to reach the bottom before it runs out.

Holy shit, how the fuck is this going to be done? I was stunned. That's all the oxygen you can bring into the water. I can't—yes, I still have pants!

It's simply ...... Overjoyed. It's like the joy of a fat man sleeping without snoring. With the air in your pants, you can at least double the time you spend underwater moving. Thinking about it, I started to take off my pants.

Although they will be embarrassed to go down to meet fat people in only a pair of small shorts. But it's better than not seeing each other, isn't it?

I looked at a pair of puffed pants filled with air in my hand, and suddenly realized another problem.

That is, the air of the pants is actually forming an upward pulling force to pull me towards the surface of the water as I dive down. I had to find a way to overcome this. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get into the water this time as well as the one just now.

Is there any way I can carry an extra amount of air into the water without exerting too much physical strength on my ability to compete with the buoyancy......

What would Lan do if he was here? Forget it, if Lan were here, I guess she wouldn't have to bring anything and think about nothing. Jumped right into the lake - wasn't she the same last time?

What if it's fat...... Such a fat person, if he had been holding a stone and sinking into the Borneo River in anger.

Wait, hold a rock! I was stunned, and said in my heart, fat man, your uncle finally helped Lao Tzu once this time. If you want to bring more air, you have to speed up the dive, and you have to save your physical strength. Isn't it the easiest way to add weight to yourself?

Damn, your uncle, fat man, you're so smart. I cursed in my heart. Turning around, he began to look for stones with wind lanterns.

There are countless gravels around me. At first glance, it is left behind when the mausoleum was excavated without being cleaned up. After a while, I found a granite slab that was thicker than my shoulders.

This slate is estimated to weigh twenty or thirty pounds. If I had jumped down with this slab, I would have been faster than the last time I dived, even if I didn't move.

After making up my mind, I began to put my clothes and pants on my waist, and then I did several warm-up exercises on the shore. After expanding his lungs to the limit again, he returned to the water's edge.

This time Lao Tzu will definitely improve, you show me. I stared at the dark lake in front of me, and said secretly in my heart.

(Now 178 collects, drive out a chapter and put it up first, and still owe six thousand.) I have time to make up for it in the evening, and I will make up another 2,000 words by noon tomorrow at the latest. ）