[The "Return" catastrophe did not die and the crew arrived at the port in the early morning]

"The lost cargo ship 'Return' set sail from Changhebin Town and returned to the dock in the early morning of the recent days. The interior of the ship was in shambles, with blood stains in many places, and only one person on board was missing.

The Return is said to have suffered extreme weather three days after its departure, with unusual storms and waves at one point approaching to engulf the ship. A strong magnetic field interfered with the ship's contact. The ship deviated from the course and could not escape the interference of wind and waves.

A few days later, ships departing from Fireworks Island spotted the Return at sea. By this time, the Return had lost momentum. The surviving sailors were found on board, but the survivors were in poor spirits and described by the boarders as having been babbling gibberish.

Some people mentioned seeing extremely horrible things, while others vaguely mentioned words like 'octopus' and 'big turtle'. However, when questioned in detail, they were vague, and some of the sailors suddenly burst into laughter when questioned and behaved in an unusual and creepy manner.

Further investigation revealed that the only unaccounted for crew member was supposed to have been swept into the sea by the wind and waves while he was in a daze on the deck of the Return during the storm.

It's just strange that none of the sailors on board can tell when it happened. They were uncharacteristically insensitive, seemingly indifferent to the death of their comrades, and some even did not even notice the ship's attrition.

Boarding officers also found a disturbing stone sculpture on board, some of which looked like some kind of large octopus. There have been violent reactions from survivors when someone picked up a stone carving. But he was incoherent, and no one could understand what he was saying.

Experts are currently assessing the mental status of the survivors, but the results are not encouraging. ”

The media reports have limited descriptions, but a patchwork of information from different platforms is probably enough to understand what kind of incident it was.

The surviving sailors were brought back and subjected to a thorough examination and psychiatric evaluation. Physically, they don't seem to notice any problems, but mentally, it's hard to say.

The captain regained his consciousness and described what had happened to the investigators. It's about their ship encountering waves, deviating from course and being sent to unknown seas by the wind and waves.

But he couldn't say what he said after that. The media described it very vaguely, but it is said that the official testimony would have been the same. None of the survivors could tell when they encountered the storm or what happened further after the extreme weather.

There are even conflicting accounts of the exact date of the anomaly and the conditions in the storm, and their testimonies do not match each other.

This is only the external version. In addition to this, a new transcendent commissioner of the alliance also went over to find out about the situation.

The first group of Fellows of the Alliance approached the survivor, but unfortunately when they met, the only unlucky captain who had spoken fairly well during the previous questioning had already had a nervous breakdown. He lay in bed and could barely utter a complete sentence, except for occasional muttering in his dreams that he might not even understand, or screaming and moaning, leaving his caretaker to guess what he wanted.

But this time, Brother Talker performed quite well, using his innate expertise. He persuaded the captain's wife that he was a zealous journalist, and that no one cared more than he did to ask for an account of what had happened to her husband.

The wife was impressed by his skill in tongue and secretly revealed that her husband also had a secret note. When he was conscious, he insisted on not letting people see the account, perhaps for fear that the truth would be too terrifying, or because he was afraid that being seen would cause unnecessary confusion.

But now the sailor was unconscious, and his wife was apparently not as obsessed with secrecy as he was. So the league got its hands on the only record.

It mentions an island, an island that has never been marked on the map. The Return was blown onto the island by a huge wind and waves, and there the crew who landed on the island saw an indescribable fear.

Several of them went crazy on the spot, and the rest tried to escape but failed. The sailor was the only one who managed to escape, and wrote a brief record of the following days of aimless drifting with the ship.

Coincidentally, earlier today, another ship was reported to have lost contact in the same area. The passenger ferry "Sunflower" was cut off two hours ago, and there has been no news yet.

However, knowing the approximate coordinates of the incident through the notes, there is nothing mysterious for Jiangbei.

He chose to ask Xiao Qi directly: "Can you see the lost ship?" ”

Xiao Qi briefly paused the game at hand, looked left and right, and his eyes faintly flashed blue.

He immediately retracted his gaze: "I see." There was a leak in the hull, and in the center of the wind and waves, it should be about to sink visually. Well, it doesn't look like an ordinary storm, it seems to be a bit of an extraordinary shadow. If you want to know, you can check it out, and it should be too late to hurry up. ”

The crew of the Sunflower is desperate now.

This simply shouldn't be. The weather forecast clearly says that there are clear skies in this area, and there are no clouds at all.

Not long ago, the sea was calm, and there was not even a trace of waves. The sparkling water surface is as flat as Sister Cannon, who can't afford A.

But in this short moment, there was a sudden storm all around. The calm sea rises high, as if it has suddenly turned into a girl with turbulent waves.

The sailors began to exclaim, and hurried around to get to work. The passengers screamed in the cabin, and the waves of the storm smashed down like a curtain wall.

The hull began to leak and the captain tried to stabilize the rudder, but the wind was too strong. The waves beat against the ship like countless meteor hammers in turn, making a terrifying loud noise.

Everyone realized what was going to happen next.

The ship sank.

The bow of the ship was the first to submerge to the bottom, followed by the rest of the ship. The raging waters rushed into all the chambers like hordes of wild beasts. The entire huge ship was erected, as if it had been plunged upside down.

People struggled to keep their bodies hanging above the rising water line in the cabin, and countless palms seemed to slap against the sealed portholes with desperate longing. Until even the sky outside the window was swallowed by the icy water, and the salty, wet and merciless water in the cabin chased straight up, until all the cabins were completely immersed in it.

Cold, desperate, there is nothing to do but keep sinking.

The bottomless ocean is like a beast that is eternally hungry and thirsty, cruelly opening its bloody jaws. The irresistible gravitational pull dragged them all into that black hole.

Until a moment, it was like a hallucination on the verge of death.

The sinking stopped.

A pair of hands were clasped on the outside of the cabin. Someone in the cabin swallowed by the water looked out the window in despair, and saw a solid and powerful dark blue body, and a red cloak fluttering in the sea.

As a miracle, the huge ship began to float again.

Extremely fast, as if the hand of God was pulling them out of the endless gravitational pull. The ship broke out again, and tons of seawater rumbled down along the steel shell, and the abyss below seemed to echo with the screams of death.

The sea water was quickly released from the cabin, and the people who were on the verge of drowning began to cough violently. A sailor looked through the porthole full of water droplets at the little figure dragging a huge ship in the wind and rain outside, and his lips couldn't help but tremble several times.

A person, a body of flesh and blood, with a cloak flying in the wind and rain, pulled out the giant wheel from the palm of the god of death with his bare hands, as if pulling out a giant sword of two hundred meters.

"Oh my God." The passengers who survived the death looked like pilgrims.

Jiangbei dragged the huge ship, and the biological force field that had been increasing with the increase in control in recent days also wrapped it entirely, ensuring that the hull would not be overwhelmed and collapse in his hands.

A man and a boat pierced through the rain curtain and headed straight to the other side of the storm.

(End of chapter)