"Old Wu, that stinky old man, when we asked them about their identities, he refused to tell them clearly. If he asked too many questions, he would fall out and insist on confessing to Curly Mao at sea!" Donghuang couldn't help but spat, "It turns out that

This is helping the gods, and they have hidden such a secret! Now we regret it and can’t leave, we are already out of touch with the time outside!"

The weirdo scratched his head and speculated: "Did Old Wu deliberately hide it first and then make us become the kind of people who are separated from the world?"

Mouse patted his thigh and understood: "Fuck, why are they so close to me? It turns out they are all the victimized allies who let this sea break for fun. They must be trying to recruit us!"

"Actually, it's really difficult for them. The thinking of that era really couldn't accept such a group of unscientific and undocumented people. Their great lives were ruined by just one trip to sea..." Dong Huang sighed.

"I am also ruined... If I had met such a person who was connected to the same fate when I came back, I would have definitely followed him on the ship." Mouse hugged the hot soup sent by Su Liyao and soothed his poor stomach.

"But I encountered a shipwreck at that time. I don't know if it was a tornado or a big wave, but it was brought directly to the island. I didn't see any Poseidon at all!"

"If we follow them, will we stay long? If we spend a few months here, we will really be out of touch with the times when we go out!" I worried.

But thinking about the landlord's face urging rent, I suddenly felt that it would be better not to go back: "I have nothing to worry about, what about you? Why don't you say hello to your relatives and friends first?"

"We all have similar backgrounds, and we don't have much to worry about outside." Dong Huang sighed softly, then turned to Dr. Lin and asked, "But what about you? Are you on vacation?"

"Resigned."

"What about the family?"

"She can wait."

My ears immediately pricked up. I have a very keen sense of Dr. Lin's gossip news. "Can she wait"? Why can she wait? Could it be that even if she has been missing for several years, she can still wait?

Is his wife a vegetable?

"Okay..." Donghuang saw that there was nothing to worry about anymore. He lit a cigarette and said, "But before I came up, I asked Lao Wu how confident he was about going to sea this time. He said that he has the skills and experience to do this.

The answer goes straight to the topic. So I think it shouldn’t take too long..."

"We are just on a free ship anyway, don't say anything or ask any questions. Let's see what kind of bird and sea god these old gods can fish out. Then we will go to the island to see if the content of the Kyushu Cauldron is Penglai, and put that

We collected all the fairy grass together, this is our goal! I only have this life, now that I am here, I must make it worthwhile, no matter what kind of bird the world becomes!"

The mouse drank the hot soup in one gulp and spoke eloquently like a hero. However, a wave hit and the boat started to bump, and he knelt down to the side again with a frown on his face.

The humidity in the air is very high, and my hair gradually becomes damp. It's still a little sticky when I touch it, which makes me uncomfortable.

The sea breeze here is no longer so unbridled. I hope they can take a deep breath and blow away the fog. When I raised my head, I saw the same vast white fog in all directions, and the visibility was already very low.

If I weren't standing on the deck, I couldn't believe that I was sailing on the sea.

Su Liyan and several crew members set up a super large fishing boat, hung it on the top of the boom, and then spread a soft plastic water tank on the deck.

As the fog passed by, the fishing surface was soon covered with water droplets. They gathered one by one and slowly evolved into a small stream of water, dripping into the water tank below.

This method can collect inexhaustible fresh water. They are fishing boats and they don't have to worry about running out of food. No wonder the Shark can sail here for several months.

Donghuang rolled up his sleeves, glanced at his watch, then cursed fiercely and stretched it out in front of us——

The clock stopped and the compass spun wildly.

Sure enough, as the old captain said, this is the same Bermuda Devil Sea as the unsolved mystery of the world!

I don’t know how to tell whether we are on the Bohai Sea or the Yellow Sea, and I don’t know how many days have passed outside.

But my stomach is growling with hunger. At least, our bodies are functioning normally here.

I did the math and ate a piece of dessert at around 5 o'clock in the morning. Now that I'm so hungry, it's still half the morning anyway. Logically speaking, the time for the Sea of ​​Morning Fog is already past the early morning, so the thick fog should have dispersed!

But the fog that surrounded us didn't change at all. Not only did I completely lose my sense of direction, but also my sense of time and space.

"Yaoyao, why are they so sure? Aren't they worried about getting lost?"

Su Liyao hung her shawl hair behind her ears, squatting by the sink and shaking her fish, when the weirdo came over shamelessly.

"Because we have experience!"

"You can't even see the surface of the sea, and the compass doesn't work. How can you know the route?"

"I told you to use experience." Su Liyao tapped the weirdo's head with her finger, stood up, pulled up her sweater and said, "I'll show you!"

In my heart, I was reluctant to see them together, but my curiosity was higher than anything else, so I followed them silently and unpromisingly.

"Shh, don't disturb them by making any noise." Su Liyao turned around and warned. When she saw me behind her, she grinned beautifully.

I walked closer and saw that the captain's cabin was full, the cabin door was open, and there were several sailors squatting at the door.

A man wearing a scarf stared at a big hourglass with his eyes wide open. When the gravel finished falling, he quickly turned it over and shouted: "34!"

The little Gangya next to him immediately recorded it in a book, then flipped through another shabby booklet and repeated in his mouth: "34, there is 1 left before turning the helm."

Like Solitaire, Goudan also repeated: "1 left, ready to turn the wheel." Then he lowered his head and drew a long line on the paper.

The big old man controlled the messy equipment in the cabin and reported: "Preparations are complete, waiting for 0."

I was full of doubts, so I was pulled aside by Su Li Yao, and she whispered: "You've all seen it, this is our navigation method. If an inexperienced person breaks in, it will definitely be difficult to get out!"

I lowered my head and thought for a long time. The wall clocks and watches here have all stopped. If you want to calculate time, natural machinery like the hourglass is of course the best choice. Then the job of the scarf man is to provide the sea of ​​morning mist through the passage of the hourglass.

What's the time?

But how is the steering calculated? The compass here is also disturbed!

"This is the fifth time that the Shark has entered the sea of ​​morning fog. It can be said that the previous attempts were all for today." Su Liyao explained, "Our logbook starts from the beginning of the fog. What I just said

We had to turn the helm with 1 left. That was because when we went out to sea for the third time, our hourglass counted to 35, and we hit a small piece of rock there. So after getting lost and trying constantly for the first four times, we

Got a direct route to the center of the sea."

"So the Shark is playing 'blind grid'?" I realized.

"Blind grid" is a game that people in our village loved to play when they were children: first draw many squares on the ground, put dog feces, bricks and other obstacles in some squares, and then a person blindfolds his eyes.

Stand at the starting point and march according to the commander's orders.

The commander can look at the grid layout and give him instructions like "take 3 steps forward, then turn right" to help him avoid obstacles and get out of the grid to reach the end.

The same is true for the current Shark. The helmsman can't see anything. He can only listen to a group of commanders and follow the route constructed through previous attempts, such as driving forward on the count of 3, or turning the rudder to the right on the count of 5.

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"That's pretty much it. We endured a lot of hardships and took many wrong paths to gain today's experience!" Su Liyao nodded after hearing this, indicating that we should go back to the deck to avoid disturbing the "blind" activity in progress.

The crew of "Grid".

"35!"

"35, 0 left before turning the rudder."

I rolled my eyes while walking behind the arm-in-arms of the weirdo and Su Liyao. Their next command came from behind me, and the ship's hull actually tilted a little.
Chapter completed!