Seeing the sonar screen return to calm, everyone in the cockpit breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what that thing was, it finally disappeared.
No matter what was in the sea, they didn't want to encounter it, especially in such a strange place.
"Turn on all the lights and keep moving forward." The propeller of the Narwhal began to spin again.
This time there was nothing else to disturb him, and Charles returned to the top of the dark hole.
In fact, this black hole is behind the stairs that Charles explored before. It can be seen by turning a corner, but they had not noticed it at all before.
As the sea water filled the remaining space in the water tank, the submarine slowly sank into the pit.
Soon, the Narwhal arrived at the place where Charles' clothes were torn. Charles could even see Room 15 filled with sea water, and some scattered items slowly floated out of it.
The submarine passed gate 15 and continued to dive, and from now on it officially entered the black hole below.
"Captain, this hole seems to have been dug by something." Feuerbach on the side reminded.
Through the glass, Charles also saw huge claw marks on the surrounding cave walls, which he had not noticed before.
"All your sharks should be spread out and used as sentinels, just in case."
Feuerbach nodded, turned and ran towards the decompression chamber.
Soon, the red sharks roaming around the submarine quickly dispersed and formed a loose encirclement.
The sailors all had their periscopes in place at this point, and with a hint of fear and curiosity, they nervously looked at the scenery in the lens, wary of things that the sonar could not detect.
In this depressing atmosphere, the submarine continued to dive in an orderly manner.
While West was changing his eyes, he checked his second-hand pocket watch and found that only a few minutes had passed.
"Has it really only been this long? It feels like half an hour has passed."
Suddenly he saw the first mate next to him turned around, his eyes staring at him from under the bandages. West quickly put his eyes to the periscope and began to observe attentively.
Under everyone's tense gaze, the submarine descended to the bottom of the black hole.
The water quality below looked very bad. Even under the bright searchlight, it was extremely turbid. And the deepest seabed was not as barren as Charles had imagined.
The bottom of the black hole is covered with a layer of purple mycelium, which stretches forward like a carpet. No one knows how far into the darkness it is.
"If those relics fell down the wall, 319, which looks like an ordinary printer, should be nearby."
After thinking quickly, Charles turned around and shouted to the sailors behind him: "All sailors, go out of the cabin and look for the target, especially the metal box of 30 to 40 centimeters."
"Yes! Captain!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Charles took Lily out of his clothes and threw her into a nearby communication tube. He shouted into the tube, "Have your mice get their weapons ready! Just in case!"
The Narwhal began its mission to search for 319. All five sailors put on heavy diving suits and began to search among the purple mycelium.
The buoyancy of the water prevented them from being unable to move, but they still had to use all their strength to move.
In most cases, they were towed by the Narwhal using oxygen tubes. Fortunately, the oxygen tubes were fully considered and specially reinforced.
Just as Charles was staring at the periscope nervously, someone patted his shoulder. It was a bandage. He pointed his finger at the sonar screen.
Charles' pupils shrank slightly. There was a big dot approaching this side quickly. "Pull the oxygen tube! Quickly! Rescue them!"
Just as Charles said this, the bright spot on the sonar suddenly disappeared. Puzzled, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the sonar, and found that it had indeed disappeared.
Before he could ask, the next second, the whole ship shook violently, and the bright spot on the sonar was already close to the Narwhal!
Through the glass in front of him, Charles saw the ferocious mouth full of sharp teeth, which was bigger than the bow of the Narwhal. It had already covered one third of the entire ship!
Without thinking, Charles shouted into the communication channel: "Launch the torpedoes!!"
The torpedo tubes of the Narwhal were just covered by this big mouth, and the two torpedoes went straight into the depths of the mouth.
"Bang~" The faint sound of explosion coming from the sea shocked all the crew members.
When he looked at the glass window in front of him again, he found that the ferocious mouth had disappeared, as if everything before was just a dream.
"Dream? I'm not sure it was a dream just now!" Charles, with a frown on his face, moved the searchlight quickly. When he saw a cloud of red blood mist in the distance, a sneer appeared on his face.
What just happened was not a dream, it was just that unknown thing had the ability to teleport.
This attack frightened everyone. Everyone was gasping for breath, and the sailors in the water rushed towards the gate desperately, as if they would be dragged away by the monster if they were a little slow.
"Why are you panicking? That thing is injured. It shouldn't come again. Go on. I'll go out with you this time! Which is more valuable, my life or yours? I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"
Charles, wearing a heavy diving suit, jumped into the sea with Feuerbach from the lock gate and pushed back the sailors who rushed in.
Charles knew that if he didn't use his own example to calm the sailors' extreme fear, these people would never go to sea again.
Seeing the captain beside them, the sailors felt a little relieved.
The seven crew members and a group of sharks began searching in the mycelium.
Perhaps the previous thing was really damaged by the torpedo, and there was nothing abnormal for a long time afterwards.
After returning to the boat to replenish their energy and have lunch, the seven people went back to the sea again.
They were lucky in the exploration in the afternoon and soon made a new discovery. Charles pushed his feet on the mycelium and rushed towards the sailor who was waving his hands.
Charles used his hands to pull apart the mycelium. Although the inside was in a dilapidated state, he could still tell at a glance that the thing in front of him was a refrigerator-sized safe covered with rust.
Charles made a push-back signal with his hand, then pulled out the black blade from his leg and cut directly.
The sea water could not block the harsh sound of metal rubbing against metal, so the sailors ran further away.
Just as Charles was cutting carefully, a hand fell from the sky and hit him directly on the head.
Almost subconsciously, Charles raised the black blade and was about to stab the hand.
(End of this chapter)