Darkness is the only color at the bottom of the trench. Under the illumination of the searchlight, even the mud on the bottom of the sea is pitch black.
The area below looked very large, with no walls to be seen around it. All I could see was a barren expanse, and I had no idea where the boundary of this place was.
Seeing this scene, all the crew members couldn't help but feel nervous. They all touched their guns and relics, even though they knew that these things would not be of much use in this situation.
Charles on the deck turned his head and glanced at Anna beside him. At this time, she had closed her basketball-sized eyes again, and a dozen fingers were trembling as if they were electrocuted.
"How is it? Is there any problem?" Charles reached out and patted her tentacles gently.
"Don't move me! Find your things quickly! Once you find them, leave!"
It seems that the closer to the bottom of the sea, the more serious the mental disorder will be. In order to prevent others from going crazy, Anna is concentrating on her actions.
"Captain... the sonar... didn't find... the key... what should we do next?" the first mate said, sticking his head out of the cockpit.
"Keep going forward, drive as fast as possible. This place is not safe. The sooner we find the key, the faster we can leave here."
As Charles spoke, the propeller of the Narwhal began to turn rapidly, and the whole ship made a creaking sound from time to time, which frightened the crew.
Fortunately, the performance of No. 3 steel is very good and there is no leakage at present.
Charles walked back into the cockpit and stared at the spreading circles of sonar waves on the dashboard. A key that was several hundred meters long would definitely be detected as long as it was really nearby.
Not long after, a bright spot suddenly appeared on the sonar screen.
Seeing this scene, Charles' heartbeat began to accelerate.
In his excitement, the Narwhal quickly turned and headed in that direction. Soon, what the sonar detected was exposed under the searchlight.
Then a trace of disappointment appeared on Charles' face. A black submarine covered with seabed mud was stuck diagonally into the ground. Judging from its current situation, the submarine was already filled with sea water.
"How many submarines has the Pope sent down? This is the first—" Charles just stopped thinking about this, frowned and raised his head to look upward.
"Captain, what's wrong?" Dipper, who was at the helm, asked in surprise. His captain looked a little strange.
After a while, Charles lowered his head and shook his head, saying calmly: "Nothing, keep going forward, we don't have time to waste here."
When Charles saw that his boatswain was no longer looking at him, a trace of unhappiness appeared on his face.
"Something is wrong. That thing is here again. What on earth is staring at me? Is it a monster in the water? It doesn't attack the Narwhal directly, so what is it spying on?"
The Narwhal continued to move forward, and the sonar made some discoveries from time to time. It seemed that there were quite a lot of things in this trench.
But what they found were either submarines or some unknown giant bones, and there was no trace of the key that Charles wanted.
"Where exactly is the key? Something this big should be easy to find. How can it be hidden in such a large space?"
Charles stared at the glass window, his mind spinning.
Soon another dusty skeleton appeared on the bow. This skeleton looked like a giant's rib, and it was buried directly in the sea mud.
The same sigh was heard in the cabin at the same time. They also wanted to find the key as soon as possible and go home early.
Just as Dipper was about to turn the rudder and put the ship back on course, an iron arm reached out and stopped him.
"I know, don't turn, drive towards the edge of those bones." Charles seemed to have discovered something.
As the Narwhal slowly approached, not only Charles noticed something unusual, but the other crew members also noticed something was wrong.
"Look, is there a person standing under the bones?"
"Yeah, it does look a bit like it. What is it doing with its hand?"
"Undersea people??"
All the crew members looked out of the glass and saw a dusty figure standing under the huge skeleton, with his arms raised and motionless.
"Blow the whistle and see where the other party is coming from." Charles said.
A long and two short sirens sounded quickly. Charles was sure that the thing could hear it, but it remained motionless.
Charles frowned and thought for a moment, then walked out of the cockpit. "Second mate at the helm, second engineer, boatswain, first mate, first sailor, second sailor, third sailor, follow me out!"
No matter who he is, at least he is a human being. As long as he is a human being, maybe we can communicate.
After hearing this, everyone stopped talking, and the person who was called quickly followed.
Soon the door of the decompression chamber opened again, and seven crew members in heavy diving suits walked out.
As soon as they landed, their thighs sank directly into the soft mud on the seabed, which was very uncomfortable to walk on.
Soon, Charles approached the humanoid thing. He hadn't noticed it in the cabin before, but when he got close to it, he found that this guy covered in mud and dust was at least three meters tall.
As the distance got closer, Charles felt that this person looked familiar. "This looks like..."
Charles, who had been planning to test it with his tentacles first, suddenly stepped forward quickly, grabbed the guy's body with both hands, and quickly climbed to the top of him.
When he used his hands to wipe away the seabed mud on the man's face and saw the face underneath, Charles showed a hint of sarcasm on his face. "It turned out to be this guy."
This thing is not a person but a stone sculpture of the Pope. His face looks completely wrinkle-free. This stone sculpture should have come down with those submarines decades ago.
The stone sculpture was badly damaged, with cracks all over it, and something on the right hand was cut in half, and it looked like it had been completely abandoned a long time ago.
Charles patted his face with his hand, and the head of the stone sculpture was patted off by him.
"It's so brittle, this thing is useless, it's probably been scrapped a long time ago."
Charles, standing on the shoulder of the stone sculpture, turned around and waved flags to the crew below.
However, at this moment, Charles saw expressions of extreme fear on the faces of the crew members hidden under their huge helmets.
They didn't have time to do anything, but subconsciously pointed their fingers at Charles' back.
Charles turned around but before he could see what was going on, there was a loud bang and he was knocked out.
The next second, the scene in front of the helmet was replaced by a ferocious bloody mouth, and he was swallowed into the mouth by something.
(End of this chapter)