Dreamland Guide

The sea water presents a dark blue that is different from the sky, and the breeze is blowing, and the surging ripples are staggered and undulating, like unpolished natural ore. The sun shone on the sea, sparkling and clear, like a layer of shimmering scales.

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

This is a submarine that looks a bit old, with a mottled hull like moldy wild boar skin. Rusty antennas are exposed on the fin-like command tower on its back.

The cabin in the boat is damp and dark, and the aging power line is connected to a dazzling high-power incandescent lamp. The control cabin and the activity room are full of debris, many of which are old things that have been around for some years, exuding a special musty smell that is isolated from the world.

However, a young man sitting in the lounge at this moment was as refreshing and moving as a lotus in the mud. He has the face of an Oriental, but he has the temperament of a Western aristocracy. His manner is elegant and noble, even if he sits still, he is full of gentleman's demeanor. In any case, the messy, dirty and decayed environment does not seem to affect him. His white clothes were not stained with mildew and dust. They were as brand new as they were just taken out of the British royal closet.

There are two computers in the lounge, which are the only things that look relatively new. An old movie "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea" is playing on one of the computers, but I don't know if it is because there is no speaker or some other reason, the movie has only the picture and no sound.

Living in such an old and cramped cabin is a pain. If a girl came to such a place, she would 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 that this old submarine has brought to her in terms of sight, smell and touch, and wish she could live forever with this man. Stay with this.

About men’s fantasies should be the same. If this situation is a brilliant fantasy feature film, the submarine should rescue a mermaid princess who is a perfect match for our prince on the sea. This will result in a bizarre love that traverses the land and the sea. Moved.

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

This man was so tall that he had to bend down and walk through the aisle and hatch when he walked in, looking very strenuous. However, after entering the door, he did not straighten his waist completely. It seemed that in front of this noble and handsome man, he would never have the courage to straighten his waist.

His face carries the vicissitudes that have been pickled by the salty wetness of the sea all the year round, and the curly and messy hair also exudes 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 it doesn't disturb your Yaxing."

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

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

"Sir, our current position is 31.3 degrees south latitude and 152.5 degrees west longitude." Whenever Ivan came to Mr. Stone, he unconsciously became a gentleman when he spoke, but he couldn't change his rough voice. , It sounds a little uncoordinated, but it is kind of honest and cute.

"Still not found anything?" Stone asked.

"No," Ivan replied.

"Continue to cruise and explore, and notify me immediately if anything is discovered," Stone said.

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

"What's the matter, Ivan?" Stone looked at him and asked, "just say anything."

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

Stone did not speak, picked up a bottle of natural mineral water produced in the Alps and took a sip, motioning 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 waters for two days. If the sea **** Egil does not display his supernatural powers, I don't think there will be any miracles. "

"Egil?" Stone laughed. "Do you Russians believe this too?"

"No, I believe in God." Ivan said, "but I've heard my grandmother say that Egil is a giant in the deep sea, as long as I get to the sea, Odin can't help him. I just became a submarine soldier. At that time, my instructor taught us to be brave and fearless, forget any fears, and only need to be in awe of Egil."

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

Ivan took the water but didn’t drink it, and said, “The other thing I don’t understand is why you choose such an old and cumbersome retired military submarine? Although I used to be a soldier, I have to admit , The current scientific research submarine is much better than this old guy in terms of speed, depth, advanced equipment and comfort. You are not fighting, and you also spend so much money, why not let yourself live comfortably What point?"

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Stone asked.

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

"I know." Stone interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "You are a good soldier. It is a pity that your country pays you too little salary. Your wife gave you three children, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, rest assured, after this mission is completed, you will no longer have to live a gloomy day in the small control cabin of the submarine. Take your wife and children to Hawaii or New Zealand to enjoy the beautiful sunshine. ."

Ivan froze for a moment ~www.readwn.com~ and then said seriously: "I believe you, Mr. Arthur Stone, but you have not answered my question."

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

"Of course I do." Ivan said confidently. "This is the Romeo-class 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 ships exported to Syria."

"Well, that's right." Stone stood up and patted the bulkhead. "Look, it's been more than 50 years, and it's still so strong! The things made at that time were not only of good quality, but they didn't have any tricks. Back then. Although the machine is not as advanced as it is now, it will listen to you honestly. Every screw and rivet in it is killing you. Unlike the current thing, your data is stored in the cloud, but you never know Where is the cloud, what is hidden in the cloud."

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

Stone said: "You don't need to understand, you just need to know that a machine made fifty years ago must be reliable."

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