Fisherman's Secret

This is a very strange dream.

It is more like a testimony than a dream.

Fang Jing felt that he had become a swimming fish, wandering in the ocean of time and space, watching the sun rise and set, and the tide come and go.His field of vision is very wide and his eyesight is very good.He can see the bright moon hanging high above his head, and he can also clearly see an inconspicuous stone on the seabed hundreds of meters deep that has been polished smooth and round by the sea. He can even clearly see the underwater downstream tens of miles away. A small fish with long fingers in the past.

It is impossible for a normal person to have such keen senses. Even after he already had the golden finger of Blister Paopao, his eyesight has greatly improved, but it can't go against the sky.

Fang Jing intuitively felt that something was wrong.

He wanted to move to a farther distance to see, but with a thought, his field of vision seemed to extend wider and farther, as if the sea area in his dream was completely controlled by him, or he had completely transformed into the ocean.

The years have changed, and the sea has changed.

The long and long years are condensed into just a few seconds. Fang Jing seems to be in an independent space, and the blue sea turns into countless light balls, surrounding him.

He took the nearest ball of light curiously, but found that it was not a ball of light at all, but the evolution history of this ocean.

He witnessed the history of this ocean, from the beginning of life formed by a protein in ancient times, to the birth of human beings at the top of biological intelligence. With the rapid development of science and technology, human beings began to be unwilling to just conquer the land under their feet, and turned their attention to the vast ocean and the sea. free sky.

He looked up at a shining ball of light above his head, and the ball of light floated and floated in front of him.

In this sphere of light, he saw humans whose appearance was infinitely close to normal. They walked upright, wore rough animal skin clothes around their waists, and held rough wooden spears, waiting for the tide to recede, catching fish and shrimp that came ashore.

Fang Jing thought about it, and a ball of light beside him fluttered towards him.

In this sphere of light, he saw normal human beings whom he had not seen for a long time, driving simple rocking boats, and people driving small boats to the shoal area to catch fish and sea pearls.The waves are monstrous, and the thin and simple fishing boats are ups and downs in the waves, which makes people feel a cold sweat.

Fang Jing captured several spheres of light with his thoughts in a row, and saw the history of people in different eras from fear to familiarity with the ocean, and finally strong enough to start their ocean journey.

His mind moved, if his consciousness had merged into this ocean, then could he see the image of a certain era and a certain sea area he wanted to see?

Anyway, it's in a dream, so it doesn't matter if you fail.

Fang Jing thought so, trying hard to recall the contents of the log book translated by Ye Chi.

In February 43, the sea area without ship coordinates two nautical miles from the Dongzhuang coastline.

He concentrated, only thinking about this point in time, this ocean coordinate in his mind.

shhhhh--

Fang Jing felt the ball of light shuttle around.Countless balls of light floated back and forth, like streams of light, shuttled from afar, and then floated towards the sky. Finally, the light and shadow became faster and faster, forming a piece of phantom. Countless images flashed in Fang Jing's mind. The huge and complicated amount of information suddenly occupied Fang Jing's head, almost causing his head to explode.

After a while, those lights and shadows gradually slowed down, and the images in my mind became clearer and clearer, finally freezing in the era when the gunfire was pervasive.

The situation in the dream is clearer than the image after exposure to empty shells.

At two o'clock in the night, except for some red-light districts where the nightlife is particularly active, the whole city is quiet.

In an ordinary two-bedroom apartment in a high-end residential complex, a person who was already sound asleep jumped up from the bed with a jingle, as if a clockwork was installed in his body.

Cen Jiu had been sleeping on his side, and when Fang Jing moved, he woke up immediately, his long and narrow eyes stared at every move of the people around him, his head was full of black lines, and the narration in his heart almost materialized and floated out.

#My boyfriend always wakes up in the middle of the night and sleepwalks how to break#

#On special techniques for painting in the middle of the night#

#I’m so worried that my boyfriend will poke me to death while sleepwalking#

#Ask about the best treatment for sleepwalking#

Fang Jing straightened out of the bedroom naked, came to the study, took out the drawing book and pen familiarly, and opened his eyes to draw pictures in the dark room like a zombie. The situation was not to mention terrible.

Cen Jiu followed Fang Jing, holding his breath and hiding in the darkness, watching him without blinking, until Fang Jing seemed to have had enough of drawing, put down his drawing book and pen, and crawled back straight like a zombie. On the bed, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep before I finally let out a sigh of relief.

Well, how could this problem be added?

Cen Jiu was almost dying of worry.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom was very low, and the two of them had another disharmonious exercise before going to bed. Fang Jing crawled back into bed, probably feeling a bit cold, and unconsciously rolled in the direction of Cen Jiu. It shrank into his arms like a chick.

Cen Jiu reached out and fumbled for the remote control on the bedside table, raised the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, hugged the person in his arms, covered him with the air conditioner quilt, and stared at the face of the other person who was sleeping soundly without realizing it, Cen Jiu fell into deep thought .

Fang Jing has the problem of sleepwalking, he has known it for a long time, however, he also discovered a strange phenomenon.

Usually, Fang Jing rarely sleepwalks, unless he comes into contact with something caught in the sea and there is news of a shipwreck, he will get up in the middle of the night to be scary.

Could it be because of that bead?

Cen Jiu pondered silently, without sleep all night.

The next day, when Fang Jing woke up, it was already broad daylight, and the warm body temperature from behind reminded him that Cen Jiu followed him after a long sleep.

This is really strange, Cen Jiu gets up early in the morning to practice kung fu before dawn, and rarely sleeps in like him. Could it be that he was exhausted yesterday?

Thinking of the unharmonious movement last night, Fang Jing himself felt a little embarrassed.

Obviously he is older than Cen Jiuliu, no matter what he has seen or experienced, he should be much richer than this little dark guard from Da Qi.It stands to reason that he should have the upper hand when the two are in bed.

But no.

Cen Jiu's extraordinary physical strength taught him that force determines everything.

This child usually looks so indifferent that he rejects others thousands of miles away. Who would have imagined that he would be so enthusiastic in private?

What a shame!

Seeing Cen Jiu sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, innocent as a young boy who hadn't experienced much in the world, Fang Jing got angry and raised his hand to pinch his cheek.

Before the hand fell on Cen Jiu's face, the sleeping beauty opened his eyes suddenly, and grasped his hand that was about to make trouble with great precision.

"What are you doing?" Because he had just woken up, his voice was hoarse, with a strange provocative taste.

"Fuck you." Suddenly, Fang Jing said this sentence.

Cen Jiu paused, then laughed, spreading his hands and feet with an expression of letting Yan Zhou play.

"Come on, I will never resist."

Fang Jing: "..."

This guy must not be his boyfriend.

He grabbed Cen Jiu's young and handsome face, and said viciously: "Who are you? Don't think that you can pretend to be him by wearing my boyfriend's skin. You can fool others, but you can't fool my fiery eyes."

Cen Jiu clasped his hand and looked at him: "Aren't you going to fuck me? Hurry up, it's a rare opportunity, just this one time, don't wait until the deadline."

"Really?" Fang Jing's heart skipped a beat.

Cen Jiu has a handsome appearance, a tall and slender figure, and a body full of tendons, which feels very good to the touch.Putting such a handsome and handsome Cen Jiu under his body, it sounds like a wolf's blood boils!

However, he would be so kind?

Fang Jing looked at Cen Jiu suspiciously.

"Fake?" Cen Jiu smiled, put his hands on Fang Jing's neck, raised his head and kissed the corner of Ye's mouth, lifted the quilt, picked up the bedside clothes and put them on.

"It's really strange that you didn't go to practice today." Fang Jing said curiously.

Cen Jiu looked at him with a meaningful expression: "I'm going to buy breakfast, what do you have for breakfast?"

"Soy milk, pork buns with sauce." Fang Jing replied.

Fang Jing was so full of joy that he stretched himself and ran to take a shower first.

Coming out of the bathroom, Fang Jing wiped his hair with a towel, opened the closet and changed his clothes, and was about to go to the kitchen to boil water. When passing by the study, he saw that the door of the study was open, and raised his eyebrows.

He clearly remembered closing the study door last night before going to bed.

Pushing open the door and entering, Fang Jing couldn't help but stroke his forehead when he saw the painting book spread out in front of the desk.

Again!

Although I didn't realize it when I was sleepwalking, but after watching the video recorded by Cen Jiu, it's scary just thinking about it, okay?

He flipped through the drawing book, and there was half a spider web-like thing crookedly drawn on it. Looking carefully, it looked a bit like a map of half of the East Asian sea area.

Fang Jing frowned tightly, took out the logbook from the water bubble, checked it carefully, and found that the first half was actually right.

Is this the complete voyage route of the legendary Golden Rose Project?

Fang Jing was stunned.

The captain of the shipwreck only said that the Golden Rose Project was to transport all the looted treasures to an unnamed island in the Philippines and bury them, but there was no coordinates of that island in the logbook.

Fang Jing guessed that the correct nautical chart was only available on that treasure ship. The question is whether the treasure ship was transported back to the treasure place smoothly, or like this frigate, it sank halfway to the bottom of the sea.

If it is sunk in the sea, he can still find a way to find out. If it has been buried on an island in the Philippines, then his work is completely in vain.

He can't go to other people's territory to dig treasures!

Hey, if you know that the treasure is buried in the Philippines, it is better not to know the news of the treasure. Seeing that the treasure mountain cannot be dug, I am really depressed.

Fang Jing made a copy of Guihuafu's nautical chart, which was originally stored in the water bubble along with the logbook.

Cen Jiu bought breakfast almost at the speed of flying back and forth, took two bowls from the kitchen, and greeted Fang Jing: "Eat breakfast."

"Oh." Fang Jing put all his thoughts on the chart, and he ate whatever Cen Jiu gave him, without tasting anything.

"Eat first." Cen Jiu turned his face away, stuffed a pair of chopsticks into his hands, and stared at Fang Jing as he ate his breakfast seriously.

There were still two baskets of steamed buns, a bowl of soy milk, three deep-fried dough sticks, and two steamed buns, all of which were swept away by Cen Jiu.

Fang Jing woke up with a start, and stretched out his hand to touch his belly, it was flat, and he could faintly feel the shadow of six-pack abs.

"I'm really curious, where do you eat so much food every day?" Fang Jing asked curiously.

"It consumes a lot." Cen Jiu got up, sorted the garbage into different categories, cleaned up the table, and said, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

Fang Jing looked a little thoughtful.

"I won't go to the company today, let's go to the library."

He called Zhu Zhi and told him to get back to the company as soon as possible.His life is in the sea of ​​stars, and living in a corner of the office is simply a waste of talent.

What is a small resort compared to the treasure ship of the legendary Golden Rose Project?

At the beginning, the two authors were assassinated in order to expose the truth about the Golden Rose Project. Until now, although the Golden Rose Project has been exposed, the whereabouts of these treasures still attracted the attention of countless people, but no one knew about these treasures. Where did the treasure go.

Many people even think that this is just an unfounded legend, and some people think that this treasure has already been divided up by the political forces that included Guangbi Neon war criminals.

But Fang Jing can at least be sure today that these treasures must exist, and he doesn't know how many treasures exist.

The two of them packed up and were about to go out.

Fang Jing's phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, it was Xiao Ze calling.

"Hey, uncle is finally willing to call me. I thought you had jumped ship and gone away!" Fang Jing was in a good mood, and his tone was much lighter, with a hint of teasing.

How can you be unhappy?

If he can really track down the whereabouts of a golden rose treasure ship, it will definitely cause an international sensation.

Xiao Ze seemed a little silent, and after a while he said, "Boss, can I bring two friends back? You know them too, Lu Yang and the others."

Fang Jing was taken aback for a moment, feeling that this request was a bit inexplicable.

"Of course." The fishing village is not his private territory, so who else can he stop?And because of the fishing boat last time, everyone worked together happily. Fang Jing had a very good impression of Lu Yang and the soldiers. He was too happy that they were willing to come to the fishing village!

Xiao Ze on the other end of the phone seemed to sigh, and then said: "Alright then, I'll be there in the afternoon."

"Oh." Fang Jing responded, and said again, "Ah, I'm now in Jingcheng, and I won't be back until a few days later. You go back first, and you can tell Chichi or my mother the same if you have anything to say."

After hanging up the phone, Cen Jiu asked, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know." Fang Jing looked bewildered, "He said that Lu Yang was coming, and I always felt that he was a bit weird."

Cen Jiu's face darkened.

Another light bulb is coming to disturb their good life in the fishing village.