After an unknown amount of time, Lance woke up. He opened his eyes and looked up—
It is still a faint blue.
Lance looked at the endless seabed, feeling a little depressed.
As a human being, living on land, he has long been used to the rising and setting of the sun, but here is always the same. For Lance, it is more like hell.
Lance sat up, only then did he realize that he was the only one in the anemone.
"Winser?"
Not seeing Winsor, Lance felt a little strange. He swam out of the sea anemone and saw Winsor floating above him, staring at the opening above the coral bone accumulation.
What is this doing
Lance was a little curious. He swung his fish tail, swam to Wenser's side in a staggered way, and asked:
"What are you looking at?"
Winsor looked away, and he shook his head:
"nothing."
Lance blinked, and he followed Wenser's line of sight to follow the little blue fish.
But after watching, Lance realized a problem:
"Wow, they're all here, and none of them got out?"
There were gaps between the coral bones, but even though he and Wenser hadn't eaten, the small fish didn't take advantage of the gaps to get out.
Wenser was on the side, watching the changes in Lance's expression. His pupils were bright and deep, and a white figure was reflected in the flickering:
"Maybe for them, going out is better than staying here."
The white mermaid who was being watched didn't know it. He seemed to be dancing, and his white gauze tail fin was floating in the sea water.
Lance pursed his lips: "That's because they are stupid."
Lance walked around the coral bone vigilantly. Through the gaps in the coral bone, Lance did not see any traces of the "tentacles". He was a little puzzled, and then he asked Wenser:
"Winser, do you see the tentacles?"
Winsor was a little surprised:
"Don't you hate it? Why bring it up again?"
"I'm just a little weird."
Lance spat a bubble and said,
"When I was alone before, that tentacle looked at me every day... It hasn't appeared for such a long time now... What do you think it is doing?"
Winsor was silent.
After a while, Wenser coughed softly, and said solemnly:
"It has something to do."
Then, Wenser changed the subject and asked:
"You said you always wanted to go out, then, have you ever thought about what you will face after you go out? What are you going to do?"
Lance turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and smiled at Wenser:
"I don't know...but I want to see the ocean myself."
Winsor sighed, he seemed to be looking at a naughty child:
"The danger of the sea is much greater than you imagined... Stay here, you and I will face everything, isn't it good?"
Lance wagged his tail. He swam close curiously, brushed his tail fin against Wenser's body, and smiled:
"I didn't say that I went out alone. I went with you... If we are together, we won't be afraid. "
Wenser didn't expect to receive this answer. He stared blankly at Lance in front of him with complicated eyes:
"Would you like to be with me?"
"Of course I would. In such a big world, I must have a companion, otherwise it would be so lonely."
While saying this, Lance tried to recall what Wenser taught yesterday.
Looking back, Lance saw Wenser, and couldn't help being stunned, as if he had discovered a new world, he said in surprise:
"Winser, has your tail turned red?"
Winsor calmed down, flicked his tail, and replied:
"Light reflection, you are delusional."
"Oh."
Lance looked down at his white tail, and sighed that the other party's black tail was much more beautiful than his.
"When will I be able to become a teacher?"
Lance swam around and asked.
Wenser pondered for a while, he glanced at the nearby blue flames, and said:
"You have to learn to hunt... When you can catch these fish by yourself, it will prove that you have become a teacher."
"it is good."
Lance turned his tail enthusiastically, and plunged into the fish school. The blue flame immediately scattered in all directions after being touched by Lance, and the flickering fluorescent light shone in the small space.
"It's really lively."
Seeing Lance "ravaging" inside the coral bone, the corners of Winsor's lips curled up slightly.
When Lance was hunting, Winsor swam slowly to the high place of the coral bone, sat somewhere, lowered his head, and watched Lance's every move condescendingly.
In the beginning, Lance still did the same useless work as before, letting the blue flame slip away from his palm every time.
And because of his rude actions, he directly bumped into the surrounding coral bones several times, and the sound made Wenser couldn't help frowning.
However, Winsor did not intervene in the end.
His little fish is growing up.
Lance was gradually learning the movements that Wenser had taught him before, twisting the fish's tail and adjusting his posture awkwardly.
He has a strong learning ability, and Lance has memorized all of Wenser's movement skills just by memory, and has completed the re-enactment.
Now, Lance just needs time to accumulate some experience.
After a full three hours, Lance was finally able to increase his speed to a phantom. He learned how to use every muscle on the fish's tail to integrate himself into the current.
He moved in front of the blue flame in an instant, and his sharp nails quickly stabbed at the location of the blue flame, grabbing a small fish.
This is his first successful hunt.
Lance was as happy as a child. He grabbed the fish in his hand and swam around and around below. Finally, he remembered that Winsor was still watching him from above, so he took the small fish and swam to the top again. , like offering a treasure to Wenser, handing over the little fish:
"Xiao Hei, look."
"Um?"
"I was wrong."
Lance was annoyed at how he blurted out, and then immediately changed his words,
"Winser, look."
"Um."
There was a smile in Wenser's eyes. He took the fish in Lance's hand, divided it into several pieces, and handed one piece to Lance. He kept one piece for himself, and discarded the rest.
Lance took the fish fillet in his hand in a daze. The fish was perfectly separated, and the white fish meat reflected the luster. He asked:
"Don't you want the rest? This is not good."
Winsor ate the fish piece in his hand, and gave Lance a mocking smile:
"Why can't we do this?"
Lance: "..."
Silently chewing the fish fillet in his hand, Lance realized in a trance that it seemed that the status of the mermaid was higher than he imagined, and he was also entitled to be so willful.
Wenser watched Lance eat the fish fillet all the time. After Lance finished eating, he suddenly stepped forward, reached out and touched Lance's shoulder, and asked:
"Does it hurt?"
"what?"
Lance followed Wenser's line of sight and saw that there was a large wound on his shoulder, which did not bleed. The skin was turned outward, and a white membrane covered the opened flesh.
Surprised, Lance reached out to touch it, and when his hand touched it, the white membrane shattered, revealing the newly grown tender flesh underneath:
"Wow, I'm so good."
"Um."
Winsor was amused by Lance's words. He approached Lance and stroked Lance's shoulder affectionately.
Feeling the temperature on his shoulders, Lance blinked his eyes and came back to his senses. He looked up at Wenser and asked in confusion:
"Mermaids, are they all like this?"
Winsor nodded.
"That's great."
Lance's tone was high, and he flicked his tail excitedly.
"But that doesn't mean you can get hurt at will."
Winsor warned.
"I know, after all, there is only one life."
Lance smiled.
Lance glanced at Winsor, and proposed to Winsor enthusiastically:
"Winser, I can swim now. Since that's the case, let's swim out from above the coral bone while the tentacles are gone."
Winsor: "..."
Looking at Lance who was eager to try, Wenser had the urge to rub his temples.
Wenser said quietly:
"Not urgent."
As he said this, his tone seemed to be careless, but at the same time, the corners of his lips curled up, deepening the faint smile on his face, like a sarcasm, or a grin.
Langston paused.
“There are not only all kinds of…”
Winsor paused, and finally used a word, "monster."
Then, he said: "You can't bear the black storm outside."
"what?"
Lance doesn't understand, it's deep in the sea, why is there still a storm
Wenser was not in a hurry to answer, he looked up and said to himself:
"Almost here."
Lance:
He raised his head and looked up suspiciously. It was as if someone had splashed thick black ink on the blue sea water before, and the black unknown substance gradually soaked in from a distance.
The blue flame fish inside the coral bone also became uneasy. They formed a school of fish inside the coral bone and moved up and down crazily inside the coral bone. The fireworks flickered and flickered much faster than before.
"Let's go."
Winsor didn't explain anything, but pulled Lance back into the sea anemone.
The tentacles of the sea anemone were much stiffer than before, and instead of swaying with the sea water, they were gathered together like a flower bud.
Lying among the sea anemones, Lance smelled an unpleasant rusty smell from the tip of his nose, and the sea water between his breaths also changed, becoming sour.
"coming."
Wenser suddenly said to Lance.
The clear sea water roared, mixed with a vortex formed by black fragments, moving towards it.
At this moment, the sea water turned a dull red, as if soaked in blood.
The white coral bones were scraped by the vortex, and the surface was gradually blackened, and the flickering small fish were entangled by the vortex, and the black fragments in the vortex were like blades, twisting them into pieces, and the bits and pieces were stained on the surface. on the bone.
Lance hid in the sea anemone, listening to the sound of the black storm raging outside, he was too scared to move.
And Winsor, lying comfortably beside Lance, stroking Lance's hair, explained:
"This is the black storm."
This is the first time Lance knows that there will be storms under the sea.