Dream Guide

The sea water shows a dark blue different from the sky. The breeze blows and the ripples rise up and down like unpolished natural ores. The sun shines on the sea surface, sparkling and clear, like a layer of shining scales.

An oval-shaped thing broke through the water, floated out of the sea, and then plunged into the water again, looking like a huge blue whale. However, its color is as dark as ink, which is very eye-catching among the rolling white waves. Then, its slender body was completely exposed and floated steadily on the water.

This is an old-looking submarine, with its mottled hull like moldy boar skin. A rusty antenna is exposed on the fin-like control tower on its back.

The cabin inside the boat was damp and dark, and the aging power lines were connected to dazzling high-power incandescent lights. The control cabin and activity room are filled with debris, many of which are old things that are quite old, exuding a special musty smell that is isolated from the world.

However, the young man sitting in the lounge at this moment was as refreshing and moving as a lotus in the mud. He has an oriental face, but has a bit of the temperament of a western aristocrat. His demeanor was elegant and noble, and even when he was sitting there motionless, he still showed the demeanor of a gentleman. No amount of mess, filth, or decay seems to affect him. His pure white clothes were not stained with any mildew or dust, and were as brand new as if they had just been taken out of the wardrobe of the British royal family.

There are two computers in the lounge, the only things that look new. One of the computers was playing the old movie "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", but whether because it didn't have speakers or for some other reason, the movie only had pictures and no sound.

It is painful to live in such an old and cramped cabin. If a girl comes to such a place, she will definitely try her best to escape immediately. But if she sees this elegant and extremely handsome man in the cabin, she will immediately forget all the unpleasantness this old submarine has brought to her in terms of sight, smell and touch, and she will wish to stay with this man forever. Stay with this.

This is probably how a man's fantasies should be. In this situation, if it were a brilliant fantasy feature film, the submarine should have rescued a mermaid princess at sea who is a perfect match for our prince. From this, a tortuous and bizarre love story that spans the land and the sea will inevitably take place. Touching heaven and earth.

However, when the hatch opened, what came in was not a mermaid princess, but a Western man with a stubble on his face.

This man was so tall that when he walked in, he had to bend down to pass through the aisles and hatches, which seemed to be very difficult. However, after entering the door, he did not straighten his waist completely. It seemed that he would never have the courage to straighten his waist in front of this noble and handsome man.

His face showed the vicissitudes of life that had been pickled by the salty humidity of the sea for many years, and his curly and messy hair also exuded the fishy smell of hairtail.

He stood in front of the handsome young man and said in English with a strong Russian accent: "Mr. Stone, I hope I don't disturb your enjoyment."

If watching silent TV can be called elegance, what else is there to say about elegance in the world? But in the eyes of this bearded Russian guy, apart from watching movies, there is no more desirable entertainment activity on the submarine.

"Where are we, Ivan?" asked the handsome man known as Mr. Stone.

"Sir, our current location is 31.3° south latitude and 152.5° west longitude." Every time Ivan came to Mr. Stone, he unconsciously became a gentleman when he spoke, but he could not change his rough voice. , it sounds a bit incongruous, but it also has a different kind of simplicity and cuteness.

"Still nothing?" Stone asked.

"No," Ivan replied.

"Continue to cruise and detect, and notify me immediately if you find anything." Stone said.

"But..." Ivan looked a little hesitant.

"What's the matter, Ivan?" Stone looked at him and asked, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Sir, I have a few questions that I don't understand." Ivan said.

Stone did not speak, but picked up a bottle of natural mineral water produced in the Alps and took a sip, signaling for him to continue.

Ivan said: "The water depth in this area is more than 10,000 feet, and there is not even a reef. We have been cruising around the established sea area for two days. If the sea god Egil does not use his magical power, I don't think there will be any miracles." "

"Egil?" Stone smiled, "Do you Russians believe this too?"

"No, I believe in God." Ivan said, "But since I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that Egil is a giant in the deep sea. As long as he reaches the sea, Odin can't do anything to him. When I first became a submarine soldier, At that time, my instructors taught us to be brave and forget all fear except to remain in awe of Egil."

Stone nodded and took a bottle of water to Ivan: "Continue."

Ivan took the water but did not drink it, and said: "The other thing I don't understand is, why did you choose such an old and heavy retired military submarine? Although I was once a soldier, I have to admit , the current scientific research submarines are much better than this old guy in terms of diving speed, diving depth, advanced equipment and comfort. You are not fighting a war, you also have to spend so much money, why not make yourself comfortable What's the point?"

"Are you feeling sick?" Stone asked.

"No, sir." Ivan instinctively stood at attention and took a military posture. "I am a soldier and have lived on a submarine for seven years and three months. This place will only make me feel friendly. I promise you... "

"I know." Stone waved his hand to interrupt him, "You are a good soldier. It's a pity that your country pays you so little salary. Your wife gave you three children, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, don't worry. After this mission is completed, you will no longer have to live a gloomy life in the small control cabin of the submarine. Take your wife and children to Hawaii or New Zealand to enjoy the beautiful sunshine. .”

Ivan was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "I believe you, Mr. Arthur Stone, but you haven't answered the question I just asked."

Arthur Stone smiled and said: "As an excellent submarine soldier, you should know the origin of this submarine, right?"

"Of course I know." Ivan said confidently, "This is the Romeo-class Type 633 conventional submarine built by the former Soviet Union in the 1960s. It was exported in large quantities. This one should be one of the ones exported to Syria."

"Well, you're right." Stone stood up and patted the bulkhead. "Look, it's been more than fifty years and it's still so strong! The things made at that time were not only of good quality, but also without any tricks. At that time, Although the machine is not as advanced as today, it will listen to you honestly, and every screw and rivet of it will work for you. Unlike today's things, your data is stored in the cloud, but you never know Wherever the clouds are, what is hidden in the clouds.”

Ivan listened for a long time and was still puzzled: "I... don't quite understand."

Stone said: "You don't have to understand, you just need to know that machines built fifty years ago must be reliable."