Belazov had completed his inspection of Dagger Island and supervision of the research work, and now it was time for the military representative to leave.
Near the pier of the Dagger Island Bay Port, Professor Myerson, who came in person to see them off, raised his head and looked at the "Sea Petrel" which was preparing for departure.
Sailors were boarding the ship, port officials were checking formalities, and clergymen in robes and holding incense burners were walking near the ropes, gently shaking the incense in their hands and praying for the mechanical parts of the ship.
Today is a nice day with sunny weather.
Belazov stood on the dock, watching the sailors return to the Petrel, and turned to Professor Myerson and said, "Professor, I am impressed by your research, but I still need to remind you that the project on Dagger Island is progressing slowly, and some people in the city-state are getting impatient."
"My order is to understand the various properties of the submersible under the premise of safety, try to decipher its material composition, and in the next stage try to understand the principle of its appearance," the old professor said calmly, "We are now moving forward according to the schedule. If the bigwigs in the Government Affairs Office really have an idea, I can try to find the blueprints on the Frost Queen to build the fourth or even fifth submersible. It is much more convenient to send someone directly there than to scrape samples every day in the laboratory."
"They won't like your reply - but I'll be happy to pass it on to you," General Belazov laughed. "They won't have the guts to build a submersible, and this will make their expressions even more bland."
Professor Benjamin shrugged, then remained silent for a moment, and said in a complicated tone: "Although I am joking, to be honest, I am also quite worried about the progress of this matter."
Razov did not speak, but just looked calmly at the old professor who had experienced the "Queen's era".
"Scraping samples and analyzing physical and chemical properties day after day is certainly an essential part of the regular research process, but I have also seen that what you can analyze from these samples is really limited," the old professor sighed, "Even if we really open this hatch one day, I am afraid we will not get more secrets from the submersible - the real secret is not here, General, you know what I mean."
Belazov glanced at the familiar sailor and nodded slightly: "I need to rest for a while, please don't disturb me if there is nothing else."
He knew that he had been a little rash just now - he shouldn't have asked such a strange question to someone who seemed to be a little bit wrong when he had trust in him, even if the other person was one of his most trusted lieutenants.
The one-eyed human named Belazov returned to the room and seemed normal. Belazov looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned around and walked slowly to the end of the corridor.
"Even if everything is normal, you must confirm your own sanity and judgment. Even if there is nothing suspicious around you, you must verify the following."
There was nothing unusual about this trip to Dagger Island, and the return voyage was smooth, but some procedural matters still could not be omitted. This was an order and a responsibility.
There were many people on the deck.
Left eye
"Recall a color, then turn to the next page... it should be blue or white."
After opening the notebook, the first sentence on it caught my eye: The steam-powered clipper cut through the gentle waves, leaving a beautiful wake that continued to spread on the vast ocean. The steep and winding coast of Dagger Island slowly disappeared from sight and gradually disappeared into the depths of the mist that is common in the northern waters.
He calmed himself, opened the desk drawer casually, and took out the notes that he had placed in the secret compartment of the drawer.
"General?"
Now, he confirmed it. Belazov returned to the captain's room, sat down behind the desk, listened to the slow mechanical sound coming from deep under the floor, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The numbers are wrong. Very, very wrong.
"He is left-handed, now that it is confirmed..."
The sound of turning pages continued to echo in the room.
Something is not right on the ship. Some... hidden and dangerous things have boarded.
The adjutant blinked, and although he was puzzled, he nodded: "Yes, General."
The ship was heading straight towards the city-state.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the engine room at the deepest part of the ship.
Berazov was flipping through the pages of the book, simply confirming his memories or repeating them subconsciously, but suddenly, his movements stopped.
The crew of the Haiyan was reduced this time, with only eighty-seven people on board when it set out.
A middle-aged officer soon pushed open the door of a nearby room and came in front of Belazov.
This kind of deviation in consciousness made the general gradually more alert. He stared at Bellazzo for a long time, trying to find the source of this sense of disharmony in his heart, until the adjutant's voice reached his ears again: "General? What happened?"
"The deputy we brought this time is Bellazzo Jotun. He has a burn scar near his left eye."
The old professor nodded: "Thank you."
The Petrel left.
The adjutant was suddenly stunned, as if his mind went blank before this question. Seeing that, Belazov immediately said, "Forget about this question, I just asked casually - go back to your room and rest first, I'll go downstairs to take a look."
He slowly closed the notebook and put it back into the secret compartment. He stood up with a calm expression and pushed open the door of the captain's room.
"...I will convey your suggestion to the Government Affairs Office," Belazov hesitated for a moment and exhaled softly, "and after the clear order is issued, the project in the secret room will proceed as usual."
"The accompanying personnel have been streamlined for this departure. There are only eighty-seven people on board - including himself. If there are obvious deviations in the personnel, immediately conduct roll call."
We will be able to return to the island soon.
The Abyss Project... That old case from half a century ago left such a profound and terrifying impact that it has gradually become an unthinking taboo. But now that a new replica has surfaced from the deep sea, I'm afraid we should really take a more proactive approach.
A vague sense of disharmony was beating in his heart. Belazov's reason told him that there seemed to be something wrong with what he saw. However, a hazy curtain seemed to cover his mind. He didn't know what went wrong, and he felt that everything was reasonable.
Belazov on the deck withdrew his gaze from the island and turned to walk towards the captain's room.
The torn consciousness was in conflict, but he didn't need to care about the fact that there was no detailed difference between the two consciousnesses.
Benjamin sighed. “I thought a soldier like you would be more inclined to these domestic ideas than a scholar like me.”
However, the thought of "everything is abnormal" continued to jump in my mind, as if resisting the incongruous facts of this job.
The mess hall was full of sailors, and the soldiers looked at the general who suddenly appeared in some surprise and nervousness.
"Keyword: dagger. Use your imagination to check if the image in your mind matches the picture on the next page."
He walked slowly down the corridor and came to the sailors' mess.
There are still more than two hours before arriving at the main island of Frost.
"… Below a thousand meters, professor, your thoughts are a bit dangerous."
"My duty is to protect the safety of the city-state. This mission makes me more inclined to act cautiously and conservatively," Belazov said lightly, "So, you actually intend to restart... these 'diving equipment,'?"
A sailor was waiting near the captain's room and nodded to the general, "The steam core is operating normally. We will arrive at Frost No. 1 Port in four hours."
Belazov looked at Belazov's face.
Belazov glanced at everyone here, then waved to them and slowly walked towards the bridge.
There are people here too.
Although Dagger Island is not far from Frost Island, it is still a few hours' sailing distance away.
During this boring journey, he needed to organize his thoughts and think carefully about how to report to the city-state's managers about the matter of Submersible No. 3 - and how to mention the suggestions given by Professor Benjamin at the end.
"There is a burn scar near the left eye..." Belazov repeated this sentence silently, an inexplicable doubt floating in his mind.
In the middle of his face was his eye, and there was only one.
"I actually want to say 'Restart the Abyss Project, right?'" The old professor smiled and shook his head. "Fake, you're not that reckless, but there is an unavoidable fact here. The key to the whole thing is deep water, and a replica of the diving bell in the laboratory can't solve any puzzles. Maybe we should really consider a 'reserve plan' - not necessarily an active dive, but in case a fourth or even fifth replica really surfaces, we should at least have some means to deal with it."
His eyes fell on the last sentence of the notes on this page.
But if he hadn't asked just now, he wouldn't be able to confirm whether the strangeness he vaguely sensed really existed.
"His name, Belazov. Try to spell it in the blank space on the next page."
"Bellazo!" he called his lieutenant's name.
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