Stop In The Deep Sea

In the afternoon of the next day, Wang Xin arrived on time with his backpack on the coastline.

There are still four transport submarines parked on the mothership, just like yesterday, and the staff are busy making final preparations.

The neon flashes, and the central magnetic screen plays the voyage code in a loop. The transport boat below has opened the hatch and fastened the cylindrical ladder tightly to the base station login gate.

Advertisements for flexible mithril transplants can be seen everywhere, and every line is full of expectations for the future. They form a sharp contrast with the desolate city behind them, as if they are in two worlds.

"Ding dong!"

As the announcement sounded, the gate slowly opened and people began to get off the boat.

Wang Xin was dressed in black and blended in with the crowd.

I looked back at the city I had lived in for a long time, sighed, and stopped thinking about it.

Due to the limitations of the cabin structure, each passenger submarine can only accommodate 6 people, which is one of the important reasons why round-trip boat tickets are sold at sky-high prices.

If the China Maritime Supervision Bureau had not taken action to restrict the qualifications of ordinary retail investors to enter the sea, it would have been even harder to get a vote. Nowadays, although professional identity certification has been added and purchase channels are only open to medium-sized and above enterprises, people's enthusiasm is still very high.

The passengers lined up, mostly young people. They took the electronic ticket cards in their hands and swiped them at the entrance. All the identity information appeared on the screen. The gate opened and the cylindrical ladder slowly extended to the feet.

After walking along the passage for nearly a hundred meters, he finally came to the submarine cabin. Wang Xin found his seat and sat down, buckling his seat belt.

With a loud "plop", four transport boats fell into the water.

"Hello fellow passengers, this boat is about to dive, please fasten your seat belts..."

The turbine air pressure launcher slowly advanced, and the transport submarine disappeared from the sea level in the blink of an eye.

Full speed ahead!

Unlike land, there are buildings in the deep sea, and submarines travel extremely fast. The sonar equipment at the bottom of the cabin works continuously, driving away marine life in front of it. The propeller discharges annular air backwards, which amplifies and then spreads, like smoke rings exhaled.

There are no glass windows in the passenger area of ​​the cabin, so you cannot see the surrounding scene. You can only judge that they are continuing to dive based on the changes in the pressure gauge hanging on the wall.

Wang Xin took out his mobile phone and was deeply touched when he saw the safe trip messages from his friends Nie Yang and Qin Ruyi.

At this moment, it was truly a temporary farewell to the comfortable life on land.

The person sitting next to me is a young man with yellow hair. He looks young. He must have just graduated. His eyes really reveal the kind of "clear stupidity" that is ridiculed on the Internet. He is very enthusiastic. The eldest brother and the eldest brother are short and Wang. Talk to him.

"Brother, what do you do for a living..."

"Brother, where do you live..."

"What? Brother, since you don't want to transplant elastic mithril, then why are you going to the bottom of the sea to do scientific research?"

"Brother..."

The chirping sound made Wang Xin feel dizzy for a while. In the end, he could only pretend to sleep and show that he was sleepy, and then the yellow-haired boy gave up.

Maybe it was because he was physically exhausted from fighting with Zhou Qiang and others last night. It was already past 9 o'clock in the morning when he went to the police station to finish writing the transcript. Unknowingly, Wang Xin actually fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but the cabin suddenly began to shake rapidly. He woke up slowly from the violent shaking, but he ignored it.

In the deep sea, you don’t have to think so much. You don’t have to run away from small things. You can’t escape from big things. Just stay safe and that’s it.

Looking at Huang Mao next to him who was still studying the elastic mithril manual with great interest, he couldn't help but secretly sigh, young people still have energy.

I don't know if Huang Mao was too fascinated and didn't notice, or his mentality was as steady as an old dog. He also didn't pay attention to the shaking of the hull, but the people next to him couldn't sit still.

"What just happened? Why is it shaking so hard?"

"Yeah, did it hit the rocks?"

Others in the group raised questions and started discussing. It was their first time to use a deep-sea submarine, so it was normal to be worried.

After all, this is 10,000 meters below the surface of the sea. If something happens, the sky will not respond and the earth will not work.

Fortunately, the staff came out to explain that the submarine had dived to the target depth of 12,000 meters, had just landed on the seabed, and would have to transfer to a "speed car" for the rest of the trip.

Ancient ruined cities and deep-sea bases are located in the trench, so even if you dive to such a depth, you still have to keep moving forward.

There are too many dangers and unknowns in the deep sea, and submarines are no longer suitable for the next journey.

The speed car is made of emerging technology and is surrounded by four huge synthetic rubber wheels, which are higher than the roof of the shed. There are many micro-suction cups on each wheel. Using the buoyancy of water, it can easily drive on the sides of steep trenches.

The car body in the middle is made of massive glass, allowing you to observe the surroundings 360 degrees without blind spots. This structure has higher resistance to corrosion and pressure, and is smaller in size, making it more suitable for operating in narrow spaces than huge manned submarines.

Several people entered the speed car through the sealed folding plank road, and their reflections appeared on the glass. It was pitch black outside the car window, and there was no light under the deep sea, just like the deep night sky.

Only the headlights in front of the van can illuminate the two beams of light, making it possible to barely see the road ahead.

In the deep sea, there is infinite silence.

Wang Xin took out his camera and filmed the scene ahead, preparing to send the materials to Qin Ruyi at night so that she could edit them.

This trench is the same as on land. There are hills, slopes, and tall green plants. They are dense and prosperous. If there is no sea water, it will be like a huge virgin forest.

The yellow-haired boy was as excited as a child. He lay on the glass and kept looking at the surrounding scenery, for fear of missing a glimpse.

The speeding car moved forward silently. The silence was a very frightening silence, without a single sound.

When passing by a crack, Wang Xin felt something strange in his body.

The true energy in his body was jumping and churning, like a real dragon crossing the sea, running rampantly, making him almost faint.

Fortunately, he activated the Qigong mental method in time and used force to calm down the true energy in his body.

After thinking about it, it might be related to the crack he just passed by, so Wang Xin secretly wrote down the location of this place and marked it on the map Qin Ruyi compiled for him.

The map annotation shows that this place was originally the primary site for the deep-sea base, but it was later abandoned for unknown reasons.

When the driver of the speeding car saw that Wang Xin was feeling unwell, he asked, "If the young man is not feeling well, you can pull out the oxygen mask next to you, take a deep breath and relax. The previous passengers had a similar situation and passed through this trench crack." Enough."

Wang Xin asked: "Is there anything special about that place just now?"

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and replied: "It is said that the crack has a very strong magnetic field."

"Initially, the scientific researchers planned to use this place as a base to build a deep-sea base. Later, they discovered that the magnetic field at the crack was disordered, causing all the instruments to malfunction, so they changed the location."

Hearing this, Wang Xin suddenly remembered that the old boxer he visited with Nie Yang yesterday gave him a book of qigong mental techniques, which seemed to record the influence of magnetic fields on ancient martial arts.

So he quickly took out the mental method verification from his bag. Sure enough, it clearly recorded the method of practicing ancient martial arts in the magnetic field.

This book is called "Maharaja Sutra" and it tells a unique way of looking at the world. It believes that everything between heaven and earth is shared. What you own is only temporarily stored with you, and vice versa. What belongs to you may not be disconnected from you.

The same is true for the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It can be guided into the body through special methods, and the blood, muscles and bones of the whole body can be nourished with the energy of heaven and earth.

However, in the current world, the concentration of spiritual energy in the air has almost dried up, and it is no longer suitable for the training system described in the book.

Otherwise, everyone would not give up traditional martial arts and transplant elastic mithril.

Wang Xin helplessly lamented that if he had been born in ancient times and could practice in that abundant aura environment, he would have the confidence to reach a higher realm with his talent.