This guy is crazy. Charles gave a definition to the owner of the logbook in his hand.
Whether it is the time reversal or his confused tone, it shows that his mental state is extremely abnormal.
"What kind of existence is there in this abyss that can drive people crazy?" This doubt flashed through Charlton's mind, and he continued to watch with interest.
This guy seems to have reached the bottom. Maybe there is more useful information in his diary.
"4312 43 month 132
We continued to swim downstream, the water was still so cold, everyone hid in the vortex boiler room and refused to come out. The boatswain couldn't stand the cold and finally hid in the vortex boiler. He was laughing happily inside.
"We've arrived. The submarine has hit the bottom. There's something in the deepest part of the trench looking at me. It's so bright outside. What? Let me out? No, it's cold outside and I don't want to go out."
"I came back from outside, but my body was taken away. They chewed our bodies and swallowed them. Fortunately, the first mate helped me. He and the boatswain pulled me back together."
"We continued to search for the target, but we didn't find it. Where is the thing that the Pope is looking for? What? Maybe the Pope is lying to me? He wants to harm me? Impossible. He wants me dead. It's just a matter of words."
"Ah! There is such a wonderful city in this abyss. It is so beautiful. I really want to live here forever. Do you think so too? That's great. We can be neighbors."
"I searched for a long time but still couldn't find what the Pope needed. I asked the Pope if he really had that thing, but he told me that it really did exist. It was an oracle passed down by the God of Light."
"Since it is the oracle of the God of Light, it must be correct. The God of Light is merciful and will not deceive His believers. The thing is right here, and I must find it."
"I have been looking for a long time. More than 30 of us captains have sometimes discussed whether we should go back. We have been staying in this place for so long. I am afraid that even if we die, we will not be able to go to the Kingdom of the God of Light."
"Well... His Holiness did not respond to our call. We decided to go back and take a look. Perhaps something is blocking our sight. We need more relics to detect it."
"The submarine started to surface and prepare to leave, but why do people always come to my room? This is the captain's room! This is my room! Why are you sleeping in my bed!!"
"Haha, he's dead. The first mate's method was really good. He directly controlled this guy's body and then shot himself."
Seeing this, Charles raised his head and looked at the skeleton on the ground again. "Wait, the madman who left the diary is not the same person as this guy? Then where is this madman now?"
"Whoosh~" A slight sound of wind made Charles look towards the cabin door. Dipper leaned out most of his body and looked around. The fins on his head swayed left and right with the breeze.
"Dipper, what's going on outside?"
"There's nothing here, not even a dead mouse. The thing that just attacked us may have been scared away."
Charles continued to turn to the next page, and the content stopped abruptly. He closed the diary, threw it on the ground and walked towards Dipper.
"Let's go back. This place is no longer valuable. The person who wrote the diary has gone completely crazy."
The two men jumped out of the cabin door and hit the cold sea heavily.
Charles raised his head and took another look at the dusty corridor shaft above him, put on his diving helmet, and dived into the sea.
Not long after they left, several green shadows emerged from the wall. The sound of the wind in the corridor gradually grew louder, gradually forming a roaring sound like ghosts and wolves howling.
"That guy has a tattoo of the Ftan religion on his neck! He is an accomplice of the Deformed Child! For the God of Light!! Kill them!"
"No, we don't need to do anything. Let him go down. There are things down there that will help us. As long as we enter this abyss, no one can leave alive!"
When the crew saw their captain and boatswain swim out of the submarine, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Captain, what's in there?" the first mate asked Charles who came out of the decompression chamber.
"It's a bit troublesome. This abyss is not so easy to enter. It looks like there is something down there that can drive people crazy."
Charles turned his head and looked at Linda, the ship's doctor, and asked, "Do you have any medicine that can prevent mental disorders?"
Linda shook her head. "Your statement is too general. There are many types of mental disorders, and different causes have different treatments."
Charles frowned as he thought about all the crazy stuff that had just appeared in the navigation log.
"This is not easy to deal with. There must be something down there that has affected the sanity of the submarine crew. We must find a way to prevent it. Let's think about it carefully. Is there any way to solve the problem mentally..."
Suddenly Charles opened his eyes slightly, as if he thought of something, and walked quickly towards the captain's room.
"Captain, where are you going??"
"Tell all the crew members to stay where they are. I'll be there in a moment."
Back in his own captain's room, Charles sat down on the stool. He seemed a little hesitant, but in the end he took out a pen and started writing.
Five minutes later, Charles opened the second to last page of the diary and placed the paper full of Chinese characters on it. "Shanshan, take this to mom."
A tentacle stretched out from the painting, wrapped around the paper, and then retracted back into the painting.
This time Anna did not refuse Charles' invitation and followed Shanshan into the captain's room.
Shanshan left immediately after landing, looking very anxious.
"It's so well written. It's a pity that you're not a writer." Anna said with a sneer, crossing her arms.
"Anna, I really need your help." Charles said as he opened his arms and stepped forward, but the other party dodged him.
"What the hell is this place?" Anna slowly walked to the window and looked out into the darkness.
"In the deep trench, there seems to be something below that is interfering with people's thoughts. You should be able to deal with this easily." Charles said truthfully.
"Oh, it would be an honor for a tentacle monster like me to be of use to the great Governor Charles." Anna pretended to be flattered and clenched her fists on her chest.
"Anna, don't be like this, this matter is really important to me, here..."
"Well, it's very important to you, even more important than me. You want my help, right? Sure, give me Hope Island."
(End of this chapter)