don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Wheelhouse.

As if hearing something, Ling Su suddenly stopped, opened the personal background panel and took a look.

As soon as Song Huaimin entered the door, he saw the captain wasting energy drawing pictures to coax the team members.

He has gradually gotten used to this kind of scene, pretending not to see the glowing jellyfish floating around the room, sideways to get out of a group of rampant lantern fish: "Has the situation changed?"

Ling Su browsed the information in the background: "It seems that someone forcibly quit."

As the captain, Ling Su has slightly higher authority than the others.He clicked on the gray panel marked "F3" and turned two pages: "The SAN value suddenly dropped so much... no wonder."

"Cocoon" has never clearly given the consequences of SAN value fluctuations - but as long as the level of knowledge is a little higher, you will know that this seemingly inconspicuous numerical score that only represents the evaluation of sanity will actually affect A person's actions in the dream realm have an almost decisive impact.

According to the data currently displayed on the panel, even if you don't choose to force quit, F3 has no ability to complete the task.

If he continued to stay in the dream, not only would he be in danger, but he might even interfere and hurt his teammates due to some out-of-control unconscious actions.

"I probably saw something scary." Song Huaimin shook his head, "Fortunately, I listened to you and didn't go into that forest."

Song Huaimin didn't like those two people very much, but since they were in the same team, one more person would give him more hope of completing the task, so he was in no mood to gloat: "It's a pity...their combat effectiveness is quite strong."

Ling Su nodded. He didn't say any more, and turned off the background panel: "Old Song, what did you find?"

"By the way." Song Huaimin remembered, "Come here, I found something in the captain's cabin."

……

This submarine was bigger than expected, and it took a lot of work from start to finish.

The three have thoroughly confirmed that there is no one inside.In addition to the crew cabin, the submarine is also equipped with a kitchen, dining room and arsenal, and even a large living room for leisure and entertainment.

Everything seemed to stand still at the moment the submarine sank.

The people on the submarine seem to have held a sumptuous banquet here - although there are no fresh vegetables and delicate dishes, only monotonous and repetitive canned food and a lot of alcohol, but it is already considered rare during the long submarine voyage luxury.

Song Huaimin failed to find any hints about the mission, but when he found the captain's cabin, he dug out a very inconspicuous safe from the dusty corner under the bed.

"There is no ash on the safe, there should be something in it."

Song Huaimin took a lot of effort to drag out the iron bump: "I've never seen this kind of lock before, and I don't know how to open it, so I'll go back and find you."

Ling Sulai turned the turntable back and forth: "The old-fashioned mechanical turntable combination lock, with a 75 scale... these are all four-digit numbers."

He deftly turned the dial to the left twice: "This is zero."

Zhuang Die put on the headlamp, squatted beside the safe, and had already taken out a small notebook for notes.

"The first code should turn clockwise... See this red mark? You have to face it four times, neither under nor over."

Ling Su turned the turntable: "Then turn it counterclockwise again, and the second password must be corrected three times. Then clockwise, the third password must be corrected twice... Finally, the counterclockwise pointer must be aligned with the fourth password, and remain still."

Because it was just a demonstration for Zhuang Die, he tried a few sets of passwords such as "Dante's birth and death years", "The beginning and end of World War I and World War II", "Verne's birth and death years", "Ling Su's own birthday" and so on. , the coded lock did not respond at all.

Ling Su was not surprised, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and fiddled with the dial.

"This combination lock has a high degree of security and a purely mechanical structure. It is suitable for various harsh environments. It was originally designed for military use."

Ling Su knocked on the safe: "The gap is almost invisible, and it feels very smooth. Considering the age of this kind of thing, the manufacturing process is already very advanced."

As he was talking, he had already squatted down in a half-squat, lying on the safe and studying it carefully with a flashlight: "It uses a traditional mechanical structure, and it cannot be cut off by power failure... The pick is added to increase the noise. , used to interfere with the stethoscope. The password cannot be hard-deciphered, and there is no way to pry it open. This material cannot be used with a chainsaw..."

Song Huaimin: "..."

In fact, Song Huaimin has always been a little suspicious of Ling Su's real identity: "You used to—"

"There is no lock cylinder, it seems that it is not the type with a key, and it can only be decrypted."

Ling Su patted the ashes on his body, and stood up nimbly from the ground: "Old Song, is there anything suspicious in this room?"

Song Huaimin looked at the most suspicious person in the room, feeling a little complicated: "...there is a desk over there."

Ling Su nodded, tidied his clothes in an orderly manner, and led Zhuang Die, who had taken notes, to the desk.

The condition of the captain's cabin is better than that of ordinary crew cabins.

On the desk is a delicate little lamp, some tobacco and coffee beans, and the captain's personal seal is placed on the corner of the desk.

The left-hand drawer of the desk was empty, the right-hand drawer held several hardcover books, and the lower drawer held a pistol.

There are a lot of letter papers scattered on the desktop, most of them are completely blank, and a few letter papers have messy handwriting that has been scrawled and crossed out forcefully, which is completely unrecognizable.

"There are no bullets in the gun. I've checked it." Song Huaimin came over, "There are traces of gunpowder on the edge of the table, and the rifling is quite new, so it must have been used."

Ling Su took the gun in his hand and tried to weigh it twice: "Did you find the shell?"

Song Huaimin shook his head: "I checked all four walls, and there are no bullet marks."

Ling Su nodded and put the gun back in the drawer.

After all, it is a room on a submarine with limited space, and the desk only occupies a small area.Even the inadvertent friction of the cuffs was enough to wipe off the gunpowder on the edge of the table.

The interior of the submarine was fixed at a certain point in time, and Song Huaimin's search results meant that the gun was used very close to this time - so close that the captain didn't even have time to sit back at the table again .

Ling Su put the question aside temporarily, and turned to the drawer on the other side.

The few books inside were beautifully bound without exception, the leather covers were inlaid with sharp metal corners, and the pages were a little yellowed, but otherwise they were well preserved.

Ling Su picked up a book and flipped through it.

Song Huaimin was surprised and said, "Can you understand?"

Having cooperated with Ling Su for so long, Song Huaimin is still often curious about this person's knowledge reserve, and sometimes even surprised by it—for example, in the fields of opening safes and picking locks, Ling Su showed excessive proficiency And enthusiasm, still makes the deputy captain who has been in the police for many years a little nervous...

"Latin, German, Italian." Ling Su nodded, "Fortunately, none of them are difficult languages."

Ling Su picked up the books and flipped through them one by one. He read the books very fast, and the pages rattled in his hands: ""Selected Poems of Heine", "Meditations on First Philosophy", the thoughts of our captain The world has depth...huh?"

He stopped holding the last book, closed the cover again, and looked carefully.

Song Huaimin noticed his expression and walked over quickly: "Did you find anything?"

"It is."

Ling Su nodded, and he put the book on the table: "The Divine Comedy."

……

After entering the submarine, almost all of them have temporarily forgotten the introduction booklet.

The sunken submarine certainly has a sense of the age, but no matter how you say it, it is obviously very different from the discussion of heaven and hell in the middle ages.

The 35-year-old Dante was guided to Purgatory. He saw all the sins and punishments in hell, saw the Mountain of Purification and repentant souls, and then he took out a pistol while riding a safe with a cigarette in his mouth...

"What do you mean?" Ling Su dispelled the associations in his mind, rubbed the tip of his nose and muttered, "Flesh and weak, mechanically ascending..."

Zhuang Die turned a few pages of the "Divine Comedy" in his arms, got up suddenly, and walked towards the safe.

Song Huaimin asked: "Have you thought about it?"

Zhuang Die sat in front of the safe and nodded: "It's clearly written in the brochure."

Combined with their situation, the first two sentences are actually not difficult to translate.

The first sentence, "It's not paradise, it's a prison," reminds them of their distorted perception of the insanity of Paradise Island, and "abandon all hope" is the correct way to get out of this situation and into the interior of the submarine.

"Crying like thunder, the vast cemetery is burning with flames, the valley is full of strong winds, and everywhere is muddy... These four sentences are actually fragments in different chapters."

"The cries of thunder are on the first floor of hell, the burning cemeteries are on the sixth, and the winds of the valley are on the second."

Zhuang Die stopped and thought carefully: "The setting of 'mud' appeared on both the third and fifth floors, but this sentence should appear on the third floor."

"1623, the password should be this."

Zhuang Die had just learned how to open the safe, and was very interested, turning the clicking mechanical dial back and forth.

Song Huaimin was stunned: "This is too difficult—what if someone doesn't understand those foreign languages? Do all the hostage-takers know so much?"

Zhuang Die concentrated on twisting the combination lock. He actually didn't understand these languages, but because he could memorize several translated versions of "The Divine Comedy", he could roughly determine the corresponding chapters by half-guessing: "Actually—"

He was about to explain instinctively, but suddenly realized something, and stopped the following words in time.

Zhuang Die shut his mouth tightly, and shook his head cautiously: "I don't know."

... If you guessed correctly, this kind of thing happened, it is probably their own problem.

This submarine in the dream will still undergo many very subtle adjustments according to the entrant's own perception.

The simpler the mind, the easier it is to solve the puzzle.

The more comprehensive the content in the memory and the more situations you think about, the more you will continue to trigger new changes and encounter new puzzles.

If only ordinary people came in, they would not have seen the contents of these books in their eyes—in fact, Zhuang Die even suspected that after those people opened the books, except for a few keywords that directly pointed to the password, they simply All are blank.

The reason why the words used in these books can be revealed is that among the three people who entered the submarine, Ling Su knew very well that Heine was German and "Divine Comedy" was written in Italian, and he could even roughly recall the words written in each book. content.

In the same way, it was precisely because Song Huaimin knew the common sense of firearms that the gun without bullets appeared in the drawer.

And things that exist beyond all of their knowledge and have not yet been thought of by anyone will not be observed for the time being.

Like the only empty left drawer, like where did the missing bullet go, like——

A shadow suddenly attacked Ling Su from behind.

Ling Su stood in front of the table, leaning on the edge of the table with both hands, bending his shoulders to study the scattered letter papers on the table, a certain hard and cold touch had suddenly climbed up his neck.

Song Huaimin's face changed suddenly, just as he was about to draw out his gun, Zhuang Die, who was squatting in front of the safe, reacted much faster than him.

Just now, Zhuang Die just twisted the last digit of the password correctly.The door of the safe popped open, and inside was an old notebook and a letter that had been written but not sent.

These things are now being swept out without mercy.

Song Huaimin held the gun and stood there dumbfounded.

He watched helplessly as the new team member who had been hugged and coaxed by the captain just now stood up, picked up the safe with one hand, calmly aimed at the direction and smashed it, knocking the skeleton that had strangled Ling Su's neck to the ground.