The sunlight reflected the clouds in the sky into the shape of a huge dolphin. Judging from its posture, it seemed that it was about to jump from the sky to the ground of the city.

The Russian car drove from the hard permafrost road to the crunchy wooden slats.

Before the car could stop steadily, our group rushed to open the door and rushed out-

The cold and fresh air suddenly filled my lungs. I almost didn't breathe, and I suffocated to the ground like that!

Compared with the temperature in the car, it's so cold here!

Looking up, right in front of me was a large area of ​​rolling low mountains. Apart from half of the melting snow, there were dozens of orange-red houses that were not large.

The snow-white color on the mountain and on the road spreads all the way to the ocean on my right hand.

The port here is more than ten times larger than the noisy pier I saw in Yantai. I turned my head left and right, but I couldn't figure out where the boundary between the ocean and the land was. Thirty or forty super-large ships were docked on the water. Compared with them, the Shark can only be regarded as a boat of great-grandson level!

Most of these ships are mainly black and crimson, and the roof of the cabin is covered with a layer of snow that seems to be unable to melt. I think if the hull is painted white, then when it is sailing in the northern ocean, it will be almost the same as the invisible one!

We followed the Russians from the fences on the shore to walk towards the port. Although it was the same ocean and the same harbor, it was separated by baffles inserted into the sea along the coast to separate several different areas.

On the remotest side, two completely black warships were docked. I stretched out my head and looked over. The guards carrying guns were patrolling the military area with their chests raised and raised their heads. No one dared to take another step there at all.

The middle part is very lively. It is full of super-large freighters loading. Although the temperature is very low, the strong workers wearing overalls and rubber shoes are sweating profusely. From a distance, they are all emitting white smoke.

We walked along the guided fence toward the innermost position. The three strange-shaped ships occupied all our sights with a domineering appearance. Their hulls were particularly wide and their bows were particularly pointed and raised. The knowledge I learned from the little curly hair told me that they were all "icles" that could move to the Arctic.

Ermao, who has a Tianjin taste, introduced us to the first "White Goddess" mainly for surveying and scientific research, and the second "50th Anniversary" is mainly for transportation and sightseeing. As for the third ship with a smaller size, it is a strange sea ghost that takes care of everything and does business. Its name is printed on the hull on the side. I am very familiar with the strange characters: 11.

A row of policemen wearing a mighty uniform and a high black velvet hat stopped everyone. The Russian spoke a lot of Russian and prepared the boss's wife for us. I don't know whether it was true or false, and a thick stack of documents were handed over. The tall and burly police uncle looked so serious that he was unwilling to let go. He took out the walkie-talkie to make the voices of several different people in succession.

It was not until the familiar tone of the curly hair sounded from the intercom that they slightly eased the color below, shook hands with us respectively, and pointed at the arrogant and bright red j-11.

I took three or four serious police officers along the way. When we finally stepped on the transport board that stretched out from J-11, the little curly hair was dragging his cheeks and lying on the shipboard with a smile on his face to say hello to us:

"Oh! Our meeting again is too fast!"

"Oh no!" Dong Huang shook his hand very dissatisfied, "You can't fucking come down to greet us. You have to do such a problem. One policeman and the other policeman's identity verification!"

"I am a man from the ocean and never lands on the earth!" He smiled and took the big backpack from my hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Bu Zuijun misses a cup very much? Do you really want to pick him up on the boat to continue your affair?"

I remembered that on the night when I sent him off on the Shark, this guy bumped into me and the weirdo hid outside the rest cabin and eavesdropped on the conversation between Wu Jincheng and Grandma Liang. He had to joke that we had an affair late at night.

I blushed a little and waved my hand quickly: "Where are we going to pick him up first, and then the main task is to go to the north to find Dr. Lin!"

After all, I was in the secret underground tunnel in Penglai, and I suddenly took the initiative to hook up with a weird person on a whim. It would be impossible to say that it was meaningless to him.

But it’s strange that where did the vocal worm that helped me express my heart? Could it be that I was not adapted to the environment of the outside world and died like this, and then I was eliminated from the body as my metabolism was?

Although that little thing has betrayed me n times, I feel a little sad and reluctant to let go of it when I think it dies like this. Maybe... it's because the climate here is too cold, it's hibernating? I comforted myself in my heart.

Little Curly was an action party. He collected all our documents and then quickly directed the guys on the ship to take back the transport board. Three loud whistles came from the bow of the ship. At this moment, we were about to set off before we could gain a foothold on the ship!

The sun in Murmansk is still so dazzling, and a heavy snow suddenly floats in the sky.

The policemen in black velvet clothes on the shore waved the small flags, then stood neatly in a row, and saluted us a farewell military salute.

j-11, with the most eye-catching color of the entire harbor, slowly drove out of the circular parking area and began to follow the route left on the boss's paper: cross the Barents Sea and reach the latitude where the weirdo was.

The sudden heavy snow was so dense and urgent that the exotic scenery we had no time to enjoy was swallowed up little by little by little by little by little by little by the snowflakes that covered the sky.

As the scenery of Murmansk Port became farther and smaller, the other colors we could see completely disappeared from our sight. In addition to the dazzling bright red of j-11, it was full of chaotic white.

Little Curly said that this place is located in the northernmost part of Russia, and it is the most convenient "unfreezing port" to the Arctic. Because it is affected by the warm currents of the North Atlantic Ocean, no matter how the temperature is, no matter how many days of blizzards are falling, the temperature of the sea water can be guaranteed to float within a certain safe range, so the route to the Barents Sea from here will not freeze, and our ships can drive to the fastest speed in the shortest time.

Donghuang has been stuck in the arsenal of Little Curly Hair, tossing and turning around and fiddling with the violent guns and ammunition; the mouse was still a little seasick and hurried on the bed early to sleep; and the old Russian and his daughter, Ermao, also got on the boat together as if they were joining the fun and traveling. They and the little prince and Little Curly Hair gathered around the heating stove, happily playing a card game called "Suha".

However, the Russian father and daughter had been guides of the Arctic scientific expedition team before. The boss lady and the little prince came to them, which must be of great use to us. After all, no one has been to the Arctic.

I walked on the deck in a heavy coat and wandered around. I saw Gao Xiaoya, who was not very sociable in the rest cabin. She was holding a cup of hot tea and looking into the north like a stone sculpture.

She seemed to be in a very heavy mood along the way. I had a good impression of her, so I took this opportunity to get into the hatch:

"Sister Xiaoya, you...what, what are you drinking tea?"

After opening my mouth, I realized that I was really not a good guy to pick up a chat. This is all nonsense...

She glanced at me faintly, her expression was quite like Dr. Lin's demeanor.

She nodded and asked me to sit opposite me, took out a cup from the cabinet, skillfully made a cup of tea and pushed it in front of me:

"West Lake Longjing, try it."

The rising steam hung a row of water droplets on my eyelashes. I didn't know how to taste tea at all. I just felt that there was a little sweetness hidden in the slightly bitterness. I looked at her expectant eyes and had to perfunctorily: "Good... good to drink!"

"I can't compare to her..." Gao Xiaoya's eyes dimmed. She lay on the table and then looked north through the window, "Your heart is not uncomfortable, right?"

"No, I'm super healthy!"

"That's good, I hope you won't have any other subsequent symptoms."

"That..." I took a sip of tea and asked gossip, "Is it okay for you to join a confidential person? You have such a good age and work in a big hospital, and you don't plan to get married and have children?"

Her face tilted and blinked: "If the person I like will never like me, why should I marry another person I don't like?"

Although Gao Xiaoya is a gentle and virtuous woman, she really does not hide her feelings at all. Her words are clearly what Dr. Lin doesn't love.

"When you left Nanjing, he said he would never meet again. I thought he was going to hide from me, but he didn't expect that he would get involved with Jinye's people!" She sighed lightly, "Is it really that important to save someone? I'm almost crazy when I look for him."

"Save people?" I was stunned for a moment, and realized that what she was talking about was not about us going to the North Pole to save Lin Zheyu. I asked according to her words, "Doctor Lin is running around to save someone? His wife?"

"Of course."

I thought to myself that Gao Xiaoya is too stubborn. What is the best thing about Dr. Lin? She has a family, so why is she worth her lifelong efforts?

Thinking about it on the other hand, Lin Zheyu is in the same state. He ignores life and death, and devotes all his thoughts to his mysterious wife.

When I mentioned other people's scars, I was embarrassed to stop this topic. I was embarrassed and said nothing. I racked my brains and thought for a long time, and finally found another common topic between us besides Dr. Lin:

"The dragon's heart is cultivated in you, right?"

"It was, but now it's gone."

"Sent to a more powerful medical organization?"

"No, I've sent it to the snow-capped mountains for my support."

I took my ears and thought I had heard it wrong: "What are you kidding? That thing is a treasure we brought out when we work hard. Do you treat it as a holy weapon for sacrifice?"

Gao Xiaoya sat upright impatiently: "We have tried it. The dragon's heart cannot be cultivated with any nutrient solution. Its beating frequency is getting slower and slower. If you don't want it to be destroyed in our hands, you can only use the freezing method to pause the passing time. There is a private laboratory of my father in the snow mountain, and there will be no mistakes for a while."

I was stunned when I heard this. This technique is really too risky! Isn’t this a plot that only appears in science fiction movies?

She held her cheeks and stopped taking care of my expression. She looked towards the north again. I knew it was really boring to ask questions, so I quietly drank two pots of tea with her, waiting for j-11 to reach the other side where the weirdo was.
Chapter completed!