don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Compared with the vice-captain, Ling Su was much calmer.

The skeleton was knocked over by Zhuang Diyi's safe, but it has not completely lost its ability to move.

The body with only white bones seemed to have some kind of uncontrollable force, and it was moving the bone arm stiffly, and opened the heavy safe that was pressing down on it with a bang, trying to get up again.

Ling Su quickly put on the latex gloves and turned around, picked up the scalpel and smashed in, completely destroying the spinal cord above the second thoracic vertebra of the skeleton.

Zhuang Die walked over with the chainsaw in his arms, but was half a step too late: "Captain."

"Blame my random thinking." Ling Su breathed a sigh of relief, moved his wrists and got up, "Thanks for your timely action."

Zhuang Die put away his daily equipment, carefully adjusted his collar, and nodded.

Seeing that Zhuang Die had no intention of being reserved at all, the smile in Ling Su's eyes grew stronger.

He wore gloves on both hands, leaned forward and pressed Zhuang Die's forehead directly, and pressed it lightly and quickly: "Come and see our new guest... Lao Song?"

Song Huaimin put away the gun that hadn't been used in time, and shook his head vigorously.

After watching this scene from the sidelines, Deputy Captain Song felt that his always stable SAN value had also been persecuted to a certain extent.

People's ability to accept is always forced by the environment and will gradually improve. When there are too many problems accumulated, none of these problems will seem so important...

Song Huaimin took a deep breath, stood still and recovered the SAN value for a while, and walked over: "Why did a skeleton appear suddenly?"

Compared with why these two people cooperated so skillfully, this matter actually worried him more.

Although this dreamland full of dangers forced several people to temporarily concentrate on ensuring their own safety, Song Huaimin still couldn't help but care about the hostages taken by the bandits.

He looked at the bone and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy: "Will it be—"

"No." Ling Su knew his concerns, "The hostages are safe now."

Song Huaimin asked: "How can you be sure?"

"Before entering the mission, I sent a message to the outside and asked them to inject a strong sedative into the hostages—don't worry, there will be no side effects." Ling Su explained, "Even if the time required by the hostage-taker is exceeded, it is impossible for the hostages to Forced to wake up."

Song Huaimin's eyes widened: "Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Ling Su smiled: "The more complicated the design, the more likely it is to have loopholes. Sometimes the loopholes are even ridiculously simple... But this is just an added layer of insurance. After all, we can't let the hostages sleep forever."

What really allowed Ling Su to confirm this conclusion was actually another thing: "Old Song, haven't you noticed? After entering the submarine, our watch will not leave."

Song Huaimin froze for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his watch.

During the search, it was not that Song Huaimin hadn't looked at his watch—but the time he saw at that time obviously passed normally.

When I checked it again now, the watch seemed to freeze suddenly, and the pointer completely stopped at the time of entering the submarine.

Song Huaimin suddenly understood: "Is this what you said 'you can't tell me'?"

Ling Su nodded: "I've thought about it carefully, and it's best for the three of us to keep the same concept of time, so as to avoid more troublesome things...so you don't have to worry."

Without further explanation, he squatted back and studied the motionless skeleton: "This is an adult skeleton, at least 1.9 meters high, with a middle cranial shape."

"Combined with the background and environment, [-]% of them are of Caucasian race."

Ling Su picked up the skull and looked around: "High nose and deep eyes, small nose and cheekbones, high nasal bone and great curvature..."

"It's fine, it's fine...I believe it, this is not the murdered hostage." Song Huaimin interrupted him, "Can you put this thing down first?"

"Immediately." Ling Su opened his mandible, looked inside with a flashlight, and finally nodded with satisfaction, "Sure enough, Lao Song, come and see."

Song Huaimin couldn't figure it out: "Why don't you ask Zhuang Die to watch at this time?"

"Xiao Zhuang is timid, I'm afraid of scaring him." Ling Su took it for granted, "And this is your job...I found a bullet hole here."

Song Huaimin frowned.

He immediately thought of the missing bullet, and walked over quickly, ignoring Ling Su's blatant double-standard behavior as the captain.

In the depth of the upper jaw of the white bone, there is indeed a nearly circular hole with completely regular edges.

Song Huaimin has seen too many traces of this kind, and he is too familiar with them.He completely understood Ling Su's meaning, looked at the chair behind the desk, raised his hand as a gun and gestured at himself.

Ling Su nodded.

In fact, the reason why Ling Su was in danger just now was because he realized it.

The captain most likely did not leave the submarine.

A person who is about to leave the submarine will not write a letter on purpose, let alone leave the seal of being the captain.

An irreversible accident happened to the submarine during the voyage. The submarine could no longer float up and could not call for rescue. It was absolutely impossible to swim back to this depth by manpower.

Everyone is trapped on the bottom of the sea, waiting for the moment when food and oxygen are completely exhausted.

In this long and inescapable desperation, the crew simply began to indulge in indulgence, and squandered the food and wine stored.

The captain locked himself in the captain's cabin alone.

He is more aware of the stock of materials and energy than other crew members, so he is more aware of the remaining days of survival and the time of death of everyone.The pressure tormented his nerves and finally crushed him completely.

He sat at the table, deceiving himself and writing over and over again the distress letter that would not be sent, and crossed out all the handwriting...

"November 8."

Zhuang Die opened the notebook in the safe and found the scene described by Ling Su: "The radio is completely broken, and the spare escape pods have also been completely destroyed."

This is the logbook on the submarine, which is a handwritten record in English.

This is a submarine on an exploration mission. It departs from an unknown seaport in the equatorial zone of the Atlantic Ocean and sails along the bottom of the sea. It is responsible for searching for a piece of "land that has only appeared in records."

The writing on the front is very neat, recording the submarine's serial number, load capacity and crew number.

On August 8, the submarine accidentally encountered a seawater density fault known as the "deep cliff".The huge density difference caused the submarine to sink rapidly to the limit depth, and an unexpected rocking accident occurred.

This accident caused a devastating blow to the submarine. More than a dozen crew members were seriously injured, and the submarine's hull was also severely damaged in many places. Not only could it not continue to sail smoothly, it even lost the ability to seek help from the outside world.

In the captain's record, subsequent fonts gradually became more and more messy and crazy as the date passed.

"On August 8, the number of people in the boat: 29"

"The pressure hull is intact, but the main water tank is completely broken. Without positive buoyancy, it is impossible for us to float up again."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 3 people."

"There are still enough supplies, everyone is drunk, and the medicine may not be so sufficient."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 9 people."

"We had to use the lights to create the illusion of daytime, and lost the sense of time for a long time, which has caused more than a dozen people to collapse."

"There's panic going on, something has to be done."

"We lied about the occasional signal on the radio, and hopefully that will last a little longer."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 17 people."

"Another crew member left privately through the diving cabin, and the sharks lingering nearby tore him apart in an instant. Fortunately, the water pressure in the deep sea made him die before he was torn apart."

"The blood attracted more sharks and we were forced to close all exits."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 21 people."

"The energy started to run low and we turned off the lights even though we both knew it was pointless."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 22 people."

"Several disputes within the crew were resolved."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 25 people."

"Several disputes within the crew were resolved."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 25 people."

"We turned the lights back on and the darkness was more hopeless than the energy running out."

"We cleaned the submarine."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 30 people."

"The gas system will run out of energy soon, and we still have some small oxygen generators."

"Oxygen, oxygen!"

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 31 people."

"We're having a banquet and entertaining some friends we haven't seen in a long time."

"September 9, the number of people in the boat: 35 people."

"It's starting to get better."

"The number of people in the boat: 137 people."

"We resumed our voyage, and many crew members came back here along the way."

"We were happy to find that everything was functioning normally, there seemed to be no issues with the sub other than the constant inability to surface and the radio never responding."

"The number of people in the boat: 140 people."

"There are more and more creatures nearby, but there are fewer predatory fish than at the beginning. We found some groups of prawns, hagfish and many plankton. They have been following the submarine. Aren't they hungry?"

"We decided to continue with our previous project: Finding Paradise Island."

"The number of people in the boat: 136 people."

"It's been a long time since I wrote a sailing log, haha! Because we have reached the island, the long journey under the sea is finally over, I love land."

"This is a magical island. There is a large forest on it, and there are many wild animals in the forest. A few people went to explore the road and never came back."

"We didn't dare to go in there again, so we shot some small game nearby."

"It's okay, I'll be back."

"The number of people in the boat:?"

"Where am I? On Paradise Island."

"What a nightmare, I thought I was in a submarine."

"The number of people in the boat: 148 people."

"It was a big feast today, I checked my guns, we had steak and fresh vegetables and a lot of beer."

"The crew was partying, I turned off all the oxygen machines, they were drunk and singing loudly."

"I'm writing a logbook. Paradise Island is a beautiful island. I'm going home tomorrow. I saw the lighthouse in the periscope and kept walking there. I still have a bullet."

"I decided to visit the mysterious forest and we ate a lot of fresh vegetables."

"Everything should be fixed here."

“The perfect paradise island.”