Plato number.
In the rest restaurant, it is lunch time.
"It might be dinner, or breakfast. In this dark world, time has become completely meaningless."
Through the observation window beside you, you can see the depth outside. On the surface, the sea looks beautiful, but if you go deep into it, you will find that it is not that at all.
This is a completely different world, an extremely dangerous realm.
"Professor, I want you to finish the medicine before you sigh, otherwise it will be very difficult to pack it up later."
The guy who spoke was a black man with a big fish tattooed on his strong left arm. He was an old sailor.
He is a skilled "deep-sea man", completely different from Professor Stein, who became a captain for the first time. He is very familiar with this deep sea.
"Yes, yes, this wonderful deep-sea medicine is said to be effective in treating headaches. Are you sure it works?!"
Professor Stein twisted the green pill. The lonely environment in the deep sea always caused some mental distress.
He didn't take it seriously at first, but now that he has been soaked in this "iron coffin" for more than a month, the depressing and depressing feeling is really unbearable.
"Of course, we all know, kelp sea salt, aspirin, and...a little bit of minced raw fish."
“Crushed fish fillets always taste good, there’s no doubt about it!”
The door of the resting room opened, and the man who walked in while talking was a tall and strong Irishman with slightly curly golden hair on his head.
"I like sashimi, but this is not delicious."
As Professor Stein spoke, he threw the pill into his mouth. It was a little salty and smelled like fish.
It's not delicious, but the crew is eating it. These guys have their own unique theory of dealing with the darkness of the deep sea.
Regarding the mysterious part of this, Professor Stein disagrees, but if seaweed can supplement vitamins and some necessary nutrients, there is no harm in eating this kind of "fish and grass pills".
"Castro, I thought you should be in the cockpit or busy with something. It shouldn't be your rest time yet."
As an honorary captain, matters such as how to drive a submarine naturally need to be handled by professionals.
The black guy named Nelson is an experienced sailor, while Castro is an excellent pilot who retired from the Navy.
I can tell.
On this trip to explore Atlantis, Mr. Colonel, who came to Professor Stein, arranged for him many reliable candidates.
"Uh, professor, I remember saying that this submarine can sink automatically within a certain period of time."
"Sometimes it's not that hard to control this big thing."
"Actually... when it resurfaces, I'll get paid, you know that's what I live on."
Castro said, walked to the table and sat down. He grabbed the plate and put some minced fish in it.
There is no entertainment in this submarine, except for eating, drinking, and daze...that is, just chatting.
"I heard that the captain of the Medusa is called...well, I forgot. Anyway, he is a fool."
"When his crew saw a strange, human-like creature emerging, it followed their ship."
"This idiot ordered the fire, completely ignoring the crew's pleas!!"
Around the corner of the round table.
The boy with broken hair was knocking on the table and telling the story with a lively expression. He didn't know where he heard it from, while several other crew members around him were listening.
"Then, and then..."
Holding up the wine glass, no... it's not that kind of glass. I used a plastic shell I found somewhere as a container, and there was some whiskey in it.
These guys were drinking and shouting loudly.
"Drinking while deep diving, isn't it stated in our rules and regulations that this is not allowed?!"
The noise attracted Professor Stein, who asked dissatisfied questions.
"I thought you were okay with it!"
Castro stuffed a spoonful of sticky meat into his mouth, chewed it and said.
"No, I just wanted to say it when I saw you."
The built-in rest space of the submarine is not small, but it is not very big either. The crew members surrounding them are noisy. Professor Stein is neither blind nor deaf, so how could he not notice it.
But he had held back and said nothing before.
Until Castro arrived driving the submarine, Professor Stein finally couldn't help but say.
Snapped! !
The storyteller overturned the wine glass, stepped on the round table with one foot, and sounded quite excited.
"So they opened fire on Namor!!"
"The crew of the Medusa were forced to join their idiot captain in thinking about the terrifying existence in the dark and launch an attack!!"
"Then the poor boat left the sea where they were, you know, you know?!"
"Do you know what the great undersea master, the terrifying undersea man Namor did after that?!"
This guy spoke loudly, like a monkey hopping around and making noise in his ears.
"The Medusa sailed to the Argan coast, which is a place close to the ocean in West Africa. There are deserts everywhere and it is extremely desolate."
"A very unfortunate collision that ended up killing more than 140 people."
Professor Stein stood up. He was sure that the boy was talking to him, and the professor knew very well about the story he told.
It was a famous shipwreck, that's a fact, there's nothing to argue with that.
"Professor, you are only half right."
"The Medusa was driven away by the people from the bottom of the sea. Because they did something they shouldn't have done, it eventually sank on the coast of Argan. All one hundred and forty people died suddenly!!"
This kid stopped pretending. He showed his cards and stared straight at Professor Stein. He said the word "violent death" particularly loudly and clearly.
"More than that, the crew left records that they saw Namor and heard laughter like the wind."
"Then what?!"
"It's been more than a hundred years since the Medusa sank. What are you going to say next? The Titanic also sank because of the people from the bottom of the sea?!"
"The iceberg that sank the ship was Atlantis?!"
The boy with the broken hair came for him, and all the crew members in this circle came for him, because he was the leader of this exploration operation.
But Professor Stein is not afraid.
He has experienced more tit-for-tat academic discussions. Those scientists are willing to risk their lives to "bite" each other on issues they recognize.
Now, it was just the thoughts of some crew members, and he could handle it.
"No one will believe such nonsense, right? Answer me, right!!"
"Nelson, what do you think?!"
No one spoke in front of me, and the lounge, which should have been a joyful space, was now eerily quiet.
In order to ease the topic, Professor Stein asked the black guy who just had dinner with him.
"Okay, what does this have to do with me?!"
"First of all, I am not a follower of Neptune Namor or a worshiper of the seabed."
"I don't pursue these, but I will not deny his existence."
"Especially in his territory, in this sea that humans cannot explore!"
Nelson said this as he leaned on his chair, looked out of the observation window, and looked at the deep sea water.
Obviously, this was not the answer the professor wanted to hear. He turned his eyes to the side again, and Castro had already eaten half of the plate in one sentence.
"Honestly, I should be on your side, Professor."
"but……"
Castro put down the spoon in his hand, then wiped the residue on his mouth with his hand, and continued.
"Aboard the Titanic, a first-class passenger spent years searching for Atlantis."
"There are rumors that he has a map of the Undersea City. He got it from ancient books or found it in antiques. Who knows?!"
"Anyway, the end result was that he and the Titanic were all sunk...the people, the ship, and the map."
After Castro finished speaking, he looked at Professor Stein very seriously.
"I, you..."
this moment.
The feeling of isolation and helplessness enveloped Professor Stein. At this time, in this deep and unknown place, it was like a dark colloid that completely enveloped him.
This moment made the professor breathless.
"In 1610, the King of Spain sent a ship to the New World."
The crew member seemed to want to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by the professor.
"But it never returned!!"
"Different stories, same result, I know what you want to say."
"but……"
Professor Stein pointed his hand at everyone present. He turned around to make sure he saw all the crew members.
"The Titanic sank because it hit an iceberg. That broken ice had existed for thousands of years."
"But it's just ice!"
"Cemihumanoids do not exist under the sea, and there are no so-called guardians of Atlantis."
"So simply put, Atlantis didn't exist."
He spoke in an extremely strong tone, then pointed at the boy who was the first to tell the story and spoke loudly.
"Mr. Lane, I don't want to hear any more information that can be found in official documents like this!"
"This is a scientific expedition, please remember this."
…
"Okay, everyone is gone."
"Everyone should do their own thing. The pipeline needs to be inspected. Which one of you will clean it?!"
Castro broke the deadlock.
As a submarine pilot who retired from the navy and was specially appointed by Captain Mr. Howard, it is still very useful for him to speak in front of the crew.
Ryan, the storyteller, was the first to leave, and the others left one after another.
“They always listen to you!!”
"I know they are dissatisfied with me, but this mission is not just for me. Besides... forget it."
Professor Stein said the last half of the sentence. He wanted to say that these crew members had obviously received money, and they should do good things after receiving their own remuneration.
But after thinking about it, I still didn't say it so directly.
That's right, that's right.
It was indeed his first time to be a captain, and he was still an honorary captain. He knew nothing about deep-sea navigation, submarine driving, or even maintenance techniques.
However.
This is not a reason why he should be excluded.
This is discrimination, this is unfair, as a scientist, why should he suffer such treatment? !
"But what they said may not be wrong."
Castro thought it was time to have a good talk with the professor. The situation was indeed not right.
"I mean."
"We lost all communications with the ground, this is not normal, this is very abnormal."
"Just like the legend, we are trapped in the deep sea by the magic of the King of the Sea!!"
"At this time... they are just in awe. You shouldn't be so against them."
Does Castro believe in the undersea people? !
You may or may not believe it, but as a submarine captain, no matter before or now, he naturally stands with his crew.
He supports Professor Stein, but thinks what he said should not be so direct.
Especially in this forbidden area for humans, they are all bugs trapped in amber, and there should be no quarrels among the crew.
"You can't lose your mind because of them. These guys call themselves the Deep Sea People. They believe in their fantastic stories."
"I have to prove to them that the myths they believe in are just myths. There is no god in this world, and there is no devil under the sea."
"It's all fake and untrue."
Professor Stein looked at Castro in disbelief.
The sea here is very dangerous. This danger comes from rumors in a closed space and from human brains.
The deep darkness arouses the most primitive terror and sends strange things to the brain.
what is seen.
The deeper you dive, more and more creatures will begin to crawl out of the darkness.
It's just an illusion, it's just inner fear, this is psychology, this is science.
And it’s definitely not some myth or legend! !
"Okay, then explain to me in a scientific way what communication is all about?!"
Castro didn't want any quarrel, so he motioned for the professor to continue.
"We've mapped most of the Earth's surface, but this vast ocean remains a mystery to us."
"The Mariana Trench is our last outpost, and below it lies completely uncharted territory for humans."
"Dark Waters!!"
Without Professor Stein finishing his sentence, Castro said this synonym for the restricted area of the ocean that humans cannot touch, a completely dark and unknown territory.
"That's right."
"You know, we are about to enter the Mariana outpost, which is about to enter the real human restricted area, and at this scale, it is not within the direct communication range of the ground at all."
"Isn't it normal for the already blurred communication to be cut off midway through the voyage?!"
Professor Stein finally talked about what he was good at. He talked about the scientific principles he knew well and asked Castro in return.
"Even if something may happen on the military side, even New York is being rebuilt!!"
"But...could there be an accident in the entire New York, the entire New York State, or even other state capitals?!"
"Just because we lost contact in the deep sea, a little bit because of the emotional changes caused by deep sea anxiety."
"Are we going to believe in a big change in the world and some bullshit Neptune that doesn't even exist?!"
"Mr. Castro!!"
"I hope you understand this and don't let those crew members go crazy, let alone go crazy with them!!"
Professor Stein seemed to have finally reached the limit of his patience. He even used the word "crazy" as a personal attack.
Castro in front of him was relatively calm.
"Okay, Professor."
"You don't actually need to be so excited."
"The colonel's order is for me to assist you. I will do whatever you tell me."
As he said this, he walked towards the door. He was going back to the cab. Instead of having such a meaningless argument, it would be better to do something useful.
When he walked to the door, he hesitated for a moment, then turned back and asked Professor Stein a small question.
"But if you really don't believe in the existence of Atlantis, why on earth?!"
"You still want to agree to the search by those big shots?!"
"negative!"
"negative!"
"In firmly denying falsehood, what kind of truth are you looking for?!"
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