Pet King

Salim grew up in the desert and didn't dare to know everything about the desert, at least 70% to 80%, but he didn't know much about the sea ... and he didn't think he needed to know more The sea will hold you on the water, as long as you can swim. Under the guidance of his cousin, he learned to swim in a few hours. Just as his cousin praised him, he learned things quickly.

Anyway, he doesn't plan to go to work on a ship in the ocean, but just surfing on the seashore. Is it necessary to know more about the sea?

The strength of Hamedan's wind theory is not high, and it seems menacing because a lot of floating sands from the Sahara and Libyan deserts are rolled up. Fine and light floating sands, if not so, will not form a large sand wall. If you change places, there is no vast desert to provide these dust, the Hamedan wind will only be regarded as an ordinary monsoon, and will not have a unique name at all.

Of course, even if the wind of Hamedan is not very strong, it is at least a strong wind. There are no winds and three feet on the sea surface, and it will even contribute to the storm.

When Salim was paddling, he already felt that the waves were more fierce. It is clear that the tide has now stopped and it is in a stable flat tide period, but the rolling waves are like another high tide.

Although the tide in the Mediterranean Sea is much wider than that in the open seas, the power of wind is more powerful than usual.

Strangely, there is a small area of ​​the sea that appears relatively calm. The sea surface is only slightly undulating, and it can be called heaven in comparison with the surrounding area.

Salem was not suspicious, and at this time he could not tolerate more thoughts, struggling to paddle there.

He didn't think there might be any danger. One was because he could swim, and the other was because he was lying on the surfboard. The surfboard itself provided strong buoyancy, and even people who could not swim would not drown on it.

20 meters ... 10 meters ... 5 meters ...

The wind and waves are getting bigger and bigger, but it is not beyond his control. He is not directly affected by the wind, but his field of vision is indeed more and more restricted, and the scenery on the shore becomes blurred and shrouded. In the yellow sandstorm, I don't know if the person just wandering by the shore and whether the black and white kitten has left.

Finally, he paddled the water for the last time, and the surfboard pierced into the calm waters. The waves were much smaller. He relaxed and felt that his arms were a bit weak.

He lay on his surfboard, panting, waiting for his energy to recover, and hoped that the storm would pass quickly so that he could continue surfing.

This area of ​​the sea is really too calm, even giving people a certain illusion, even if lying on the surfboard, it does not matter, just like those foreign girls wearing bikinis sunbathing by the pool of luxury hotels.

Salem turned her head to face the direction of the sea and pointed her head at the storm. This allowed her to breathe normally during the storm and not be filled with sand.

He didn't rest for too long, at least he thought so, then took a deep breath, turned his head and looked towards the shore, to see if the storm had stopped.

However, he was stunned immediately, because the direction of the shore was yellow, and the shore was no longer visible.

Even if the scenery is blurred just now, at least the outline of the shore can be seen!

How is this going?

His first reaction was that the surfboard was biased by the wind. What he saw was actually the sea, and the shore was in the other direction.

So he narrowed his eyes and looked forward, backward, left, and right in turn, but each direction was the same scene-the blue sea and the yellow air.

The tribal legend that I heard when I was a child passed by his heart like lightning. The travelers in the desert felt that the wind was not too strong when they encountered the Hamedan wind, so they continued to march, but quickly lost their direction completely and finally entered Deep in the desert, never again came out of the desert, and was never seen by anyone.

Salem suddenly panicked. He always thought it was the sea, not the desert, but now he found that-the sea, is just a desert formed by a drop of seawater, a desert of water.

He knows how to identify directions in the desert, find water, and how to survive in emergencies, but this is the sea, another new form of desert, and his previous experience has all lapsed.

"Calm down! Don't panic! Think of a way! There must be a way!"

He told himself silently in his heart, but it was useless.

He couldn't hold his breath any more, his breathing became fast and heavy, and his blood pressure and heartbeat rose sharply.

Must find a way to return to the shore, otherwise he will also become a lost traveler in the desert.

But where is the shore?

How did he get here?

Maybe, in fact, he is not too far away from the shore, and still stays where he was just now, but the decline in visibility makes him think he is far away from the shore?

Ironically, the overly calm sea had an adverse effect at this time, and he could not judge the direction by the undulations of the waves.

Just then, he seemed to hear something very remote, very faint, and at any time he might be drowned by the sound of waves and the roar of the storm.

He held his breath and listened carefully.

beep--

beep--

Yes, it's a car horn!

Someone keeps honking the car horn, this must be the direction of the coast for him!

He was relieved that the most important thing in the desert was direction, whether it was a sandy desert or a water desert.

Even if the horn sound is faint, as long as it can be heard, it proves that he is not too far from shore.

He tried not to think about the pessimistic side. For example, the horn sound was forced to come here by the storm blowing from the land, which proved that he was quite far from the coast.

"Okay, come on!"

He adjusted the direction of the surfboard so that the head of the surfboard was pointing in the direction of the horn sound, and his hands and feet stroked hard.

The sound of the horn never stopped, and the kind man must have found that he was in danger and gave him great hope.

He didn't expect the good-hearted person to call the police, because the alarm was useless at all. With Egypt's low police efficiency, when the police arrived ... it was better to save yourself.

However, he stroked for three minutes, or five minutes. His hands and feet were a little tired, but the sound of the horn was not close at all. It seemed to be farther away from him and became intermittent.

How is this going?

Wrong direction?

No, if the direction is wrong, he can't hear the horn anymore.

Salem thought for a moment, feeling that he had found the reason-he was like a wooden block floating on the water, and the storm was blowing him into the sea.

The stroke efficiency of lying on the surfboard is very low, and the power of the stroke can't bear the force of the storm, so this situation is caused.

If you jump into the water and swim to the shore, your body is immersed in the water, and only your head is exposed from the sea, can you not be protected from the storm?

He didn't think much, and time didn't allow him to think more, because the tide will ebb after the tide, and the tide will accelerate him to the sea, so he can only be trapped on the surfboard and wait in isolation for years and months To come to the rescue.

Even if the rescue is coming soon, he doesn't want to wait, don't want to alarm the police, don't want to be the protagonist of the news, don't want to be the object of peer ridicule, and don't want to lose the opportunity to work ... If the police is alarmed, he will be taken back to his tribe by his father and trapped for life. In the shack on the walls of the family, like his father, grandfather and grandparents, he faced Huangsha with his back to the sky. He married a few wives and had a lot of children. His eyes gradually became numb and dull. In this life, there is no possibility of coming to the big city. .

So Salem almost unthinkingly untied the surfboard's foot rope, took a deep breath, and jumped into the embrace of the sea.

He can swim, but he feels something wrong when he gets into the water.

The sea water on the surface is still so calm, but undercurrents surging under the ocean!

The undercurrent carrying a large amount of mud and sand is like an invisible pair of hands. Holding his calf and dragging him towards the ocean, the power is extremely powerful, stronger than the storm, and it is not something human can resist.

He suddenly understood that it was this ghost who was invisible undercover and quietly took him and the surfboard off the coast, like ... the sand dunes flowing in the desert, no, more terrible than that.

Salim was aware of the approaching danger, and used his strength to paddle and frantically, but the more anxious the swimming movement became, the more difficult it was to breathe.

His heart was about to explode, and there seemed to be a fiery fire in his chest, and his internal organs were almost burned to ashes.

His leg muscles were shaking steadily due to tension and excessive force, and he seemed to be convulsed at any time.

If the sound of the horn has become faint, or maybe even no longer heard, the sound of the horn remaining in his ears may just be an illusion of his survival.

He regretted it, looking back to find the surfboard, then climbed back to the surfboard, and let the surfboard float with him wherever he goes, it doesn't matter if he drifts to the other side of the Mediterranean, even if the police are alarmed, even if he is brought back to the tribe Even if I can never leave the desert in this life, at least I can live.

As long as you live, there is hope.

However, the sea was so vast that surfboards were long gone.

As he stopped paddling in search of a surfboard, his legs sank deeper into the water ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and dragged him even more, even if he stepped on the water with all his power, he could not fight.

cough!

A prodigal man poked his face down, and he took the first sip, followed by the second ...

Driven by the desire to survive, his hands and feet fluttered and he wanted to poke his head out of the water, but it was useless. The power of turbulence was too great, and he was pulled invisible to the ocean floor.

The little air left escaped quickly from his lungs, and bursts of air bubbles emerged from the sea.

He stared desperately, watching the light on the water fade out, and his body sinking into the boundless darkness.

Just as he was about to completely lose consciousness, there seemed to be a stream of dark shadows passing over his head.

What it is?

Immediately afterwards, his hand was caught by another hand that did not belong to him.

In the next second, his consciousness disappeared.