Charles looked up suddenly, only to find that the person above him was not an enemy, but his navigator Tuba.
Holding his right hand with a bloody hole in it, he cried loudly and bubbles kept coming out of his mouth.
"How did this lunatic get out? Isn't he afraid of the strong pressure in the water?"
Charles quickly grabbed the madman by the collar and rushed towards the submarine gate.
Soon, the space vacated by the seawater in the decompression chamber was instantly filled with Tuba's confident cries.
"Ahhh!! My hand! My hand hurts!"
"It's bleeding! Give me a Band-Aid!"
"Oh my God! Help me!"
"That's enough! Stop shouting!" Charles angrily pulled out the black blade in his hand. "How are you going to get down? Don't you know it's dangerous outside?"
Tuba's face was full of grievance, and at this moment he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hand. "I saw you were going to open 079's box, so of course I had to stop you, because he has a bad temper."
"079? The box also contains the relics imprisoned on the main island?"
"Yeah." Tuba nodded heavily, "You can't mess with it, it's very dangerous. I helped you, but you actually stabbed me!"
Looking at Tuba in front of him, Charles thought quickly for a few seconds and said to him, "Can the 079 you said be communicated?"
"Yeah! We are good friends. In fact, I can talk to most of the projects."
"Very good!" Charles pushed open the door of the decompression chamber and shouted outside: "Linda, help Tuba bandage his wound."
The ship's doctor quickly stopped Tuba's bleeding. The old man with a sad face was about to walk towards his dormitory, but was stopped by Charles.
With his face in a daze, a heavy diving helmet was put directly on his head.
"Tuba, do me a favor and ask it where 319 is. Since it has always been here, it should know everything about this area. As long as you can complete this task, I will tell you as many stories as you want."
Since Tuba said he knew this relic, let him extract information from it. There is no other good solution now anyway, and this method might really be useful.
Soon Tuba was sent back into the sea. He stood on the seabed and gestured angrily in the direction of the periscope, then walked towards the rusty safe with his head down.
He looked back at the submarine again, raised his foot and kicked the rusty box, but the box did not respond.
Tuba seemed angry. He lowered his head and looked around. He picked up a stone and threw it into the box with force, but there was still no response.
Finally, he simply walked to the rusty box and stuffed his entire head into it. This action made the other crew members feel a little worried about Tuba.
Soon Tuba took out some black branches from the box and staggered back.
"Pull his oxygen tube and pull him up. Everyone, don't go into the decompression chamber yet."
Charles did not forget that Tuba had told him before that 079 was very dangerous, and it was always a good idea to be cautious in such matters.
Soon Tuba came back, and Charles saw clearly what he was holding. It was a broken umbrella, a broken black umbrella with only the ribs left and no umbrella.
Tuba took off his diving helmet, sat on the ground and cried like a child.
Now Charles felt something was wrong. Although Tuba was a lunatic, there were traces of his madness. No matter what the situation was, he should not react like this.
The door of the decompression chamber opened a crack, and Feuerbach asked carefully: "Hey man, what's wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?"
"079 is dead, it's dead!! Wuuuuu~"
"Are you sure it is 079? You're not mistaken?" Charles asked doubtfully.
Tuba wiped away tears and said: I can't admit my mistake, 079 is dead, someone stole its heart. "
"Can relics also die?" Charles has been at sea for so many years, and this is the first time he has heard this statement.
Generally speaking, no matter how great the side effects of a relic are, it will at most be discarded and no one will destroy it.
Charles didn't care about the answer to this question. He only knew that 079 was dead and the clue he was looking for to find 319 was gone.
"Wait, 319 is not dead too?"
If 319 really could not be found, then the things engraved in his subconscious mind would never be taken out again. Thinking of this possibility, Charles' heart sank.
But this is not the time to think in a cave like this. Charles grabbed Tuba by hand, lifted him out of the diving suit, and jumped in himself. "Everyone, take your positions, the salvage mission continues!! Get moving!"
The captain gave the order and the crew immediately took action, continuing to search for the 319 that had never been seen before.
The Narwhal slowly moved forward. The space under the cave was extremely large, and they still hadn't reached the edge after driving for nearly two hours.
The flat terrain on the ground gradually changed, it became steeper and steeper. When the steep angle reached 30, Charles found another relic.
This is a one-handed glove that was kept in the same safe. Tuba didn't need to identify it this time, he knew that this thing was also dead. The glove had almost completely turned into rags and was completely black.
Charles, frowning, left it and continued searching forward.
There is no danger for the time being, but he is not happy at all. Compared with the danger of endangering his life, he is more worried that this voyage will not yield any results.
"Something's wrong. The hole is straight up and down. Whether it's 079 or the previous glove relic, if they really fell directly from above, they can't be so far away. Something is moving them."
“Perhaps they were also responsible for the death of the relics.”
Just as Charles was thinking about these questions with a frown on his face, he suddenly felt something. He looked up abruptly and saw a 4-meter-tall human figure standing on the Narwhal.
The distance between the two was not far, and Charles could clearly see the appearance of this thing.
Although it is huge in size, it is short and fat, and its body seems to be secreting gray-white mucus all the time. Its limbs have seven or eight red-pink tentacles as thick as baby arms, which become more transparent towards the end.
In its right hand, its tentacles were wrapped around a rusty box, a relic of the Foundation.
"He was the cause of the deaths of the relics? What is he doing now?"
Seeing their captain standing there in a daze, the other sailors immediately noticed something was wrong. They quickly gathered together and kept sending warning flags through the periscope.
"Can this guy communicate?" Charles took a step forward and was about to say something, but his keen sixth sense made him subconsciously rush to the side, but it was too late.
A bloody mouth as big as a roof fell from the sky, and with a loud bang, it swallowed the seven divers below into its stomach in an instant.
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