In northern Jakarta, at another small pier on the north side of Tanjung Priok Port, a man with a heavy backpack and a sailing suit stepped onto a dilapidated fishing boat.

"Are you going to sea?" The owner of the fishing boat, who was squatting on the deck with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a shabby vest, raised his head to look at the man wearing sunglasses in front of him, he leaned at the man, "You know a typhoon is coming!"

Nearby, in the dilapidated radio, an emotionless male voice announced: "March 13th, crackling...... Sizzle...... An area of low pressure formed in the waters northwest of Palawan, Philippines, crackling ......"

The dilapidated radio, the sound seemed to be disturbed by something, the owner of the fishing boat stretched out his burnt finger and flicked a "pop" on it, and the radio finally sounded again: "The Joint Typhoon Warning Center gave the tropical disturbance number 96W at 3:30 p.m. Benefiting from sea surface temperatures close to 30 degrees Celsius, weak vertical windshear, and good low-level convergence...... Crackle Crackle ......"

I couldn't hear it again.

"Don't worry, the money that should be given to you is yours!" The man spoke American English, under his sunglasses, his eyes with crow's feet narrowed, his brows furrowed, obviously very displeased.

"I know that you foreigners are very rich, but if the people are gone, no matter how much money you have......" the shipowner muttered unhappily.

But he stood up anyway, waved at the man, and said, "Come up!"

The man climbed aboard the fishing boat and immediately frowned at the messy environment.

The smell of fishy and filthy blood makes people have little place to put their feet.

But there is no way, at this time, only this ship is willing to go to sea.

He still paid a lot of money.

This man is Jeffrey, an oceanographer at the California Institute of Technology.

He flew from the United States to Indonesia, and through a friend who served in the U.S. Navy, he made contact with a local Indonesian land snake, and through the ground snake, he found the fishing boat.

I heard that Gu Xiaobai is now at sea, and as the so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other side has won all battles, he wants to take a closer look at what is going on with that whale.

"Let's go. Jeffrey said to the shipowner.

"Wait, there's one more person. ”

"Anyone else?" Jeffrey's eyes widened, and then he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Why, you just want to take my boat, but you don't charter my boat, if you give me three times the price, I don't say a word now, just drive the boat!"

Jeffrey is tangled.

He should be considered a high-income class in the United States, but the cost of hiring a ship to go to sea at this time is really too high.

Just as Jeffrey hesitated, another man dressed similarly to him appeared on the docks.

With a heavy backpack, sunglasses, and a mouth in Indonesian, he said a few words to the boat boss, climbed onto the boat, and was stunned.

"Jeffrey!"

"Subianto!"

Two people, you look at me, I look at you.

I almost got into a fight.

Jeffrey never expected to meet Subianto here.

Although the two have never met, they are very clear about each other's information.

Although the academic status between the two people is not equal, at this moment, they meet on a narrow road.

I almost fought.

In the end, the two of them still saniently did not make a move.

After all, no one has much confidence in their own force.

Seeing the two of you glaring at me and I glaring at you, the boat boss took a few of his younger brothers to the side and hugged his shoulders to watch the excitement for five minutes, and asked: "Do you fight or not? If you don't fight, I'll start the boat!"

"Coercion!"

“Pussy！”

A few fishermen muttered a few words to the side, and the fishing boat shook and began to operate.

Nearby, in a dilapidated radio, a hissing voice was heard: "The convective cloud band of the system wraps around the bare and consolidates the center of the low-level circulation, showing the rudiments of a tropical cyclone...... The Joint Typhoon Warning Center upgraded the system to a tropical depression at 5 a.m. on the 20th and assigned the tropical cyclone number 03W......"

"Guided by a ridge of subtropical high, the system moved westward at a speed of about 25 kilometers per hour. At 3:10 p.m., the Japan Meteorological Agency officially upgraded the system to a tropical storm and named it the Moby Dick ......"

On the Zhongjun, a deep and emotionless voice came from the radio.

Wang Guanshan frowned and listened.

"Captain, a typhoon is coming. Next to him, the first mate whispered, "Are we going to sail back?

Next to him, Gu Xiaobai suddenly frowned, stretched out his hand, pressed his left ear, and then shook his head.

"This buzzing sound, it's so annoying!"

Buzzing sounds? Where is the buzzing sound?

Wang Guanshan listened to it in wonder, could it be the sound of the machine running? Isn't this sound a day or two, don't you still like this kind of white noise?

Gu Xiaobai took the headphones next to him, put them on, and then squinted his eyes.

I'm hiding!

"Ahhh......h

On the treasure ship, Zheng He listened in wonder, but didn't hear any sound at all.

"Can't you all hear me?" Gu Xiaobai frowned.

Everyone shook their heads.

Gu Xiaobai walked out of the cabin, looking for it as he walked, as if he was looking for where the voice came from.

Unfortunately, humans are inherently insensitive to the direction of low-frequency sounds, and this can't be helped, after all, the wavelength of low-frequency sounds is too long, and it is difficult to locate its direction.

After walking around, Gu Xiaobai didn't find anything.

Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

Next to him, Jiang Hailong also looked up at the sky.

On the surface of the sea, there is a calm appearance, and in the distance, there are thin, fish-scale clouds, arranged above the sea level.

His countenance changed suddenly.

On the surface of the sea, seabirds flew in from afar and landed on the deck, and no one could drive them away, and several cooks were happily preparing to build nets to catch a few.

But some experienced old shipwrights showed worried looks.

On the surface, a family of humpback whales swam from afar, surrounding the flagship of the treasure ship, and let out a high-pitched call.

Gu Xiaobai listened to a few words, and his face suddenly changed.

"The storm is coming!"

"Storm! Storm!"

Gu Xiaobai and Jiang Hailong shouted together.

The two men looked at each other, and both saw each other's panic.

How is it possible? In historical records, when Zheng He went to the West, he did not encounter a storm at all!

But what's going on now?

On board, several experienced boatmen also screamed in panic, causing a commotion.

Gu Xiaobai pressed one of his ears and closed his eyes.

Low-frequency, even infrasound waves, which surpass human hearing, travel across the surface of the sea.

Gu Xiaobai actually couldn't hear this sound at all, but the fluff in his ears could feel the sound pressure from infrasound, and his brain automatically converted this signal into an ultra-low-frequency humming sound.

It's like a heartbeat that's an infinite number of times slower.

A storm, like a life.

It develops slowly from the low pressure on the sea surface, sometimes for a few days, tens, or even months.

Then from the low pressure, it slowly develops until it reaches a critical value, and a super storm is born!

And this voice is the heartbeat of the storm!