Seven Evil Slips:

For a moment, everyone on board fell into a situation where they couldn't do anything.

Yan Hongsha has been sobbing softly, sometimes in a daze, sometimes because she suddenly remembered her uncle's kindness in something, tears flowed down her face, but what she was most worried about was actually Old Yan, who kept mumbling Muttering: Grandpa knows what to do.

There was a bang, as if the winches on the ship's railing had slipped, and Shisan stepped out to reinforce it, breathing heavily with every step, probably the pain hadn't subsided yet.

Luo Ren moved his water eyes slightly up and down, and after looking at it for a long time, he said: "There is no scar on his body, at least in my opinion, there is no obvious external injury. I suspect that when he reached the bottom of the sea, he was still alive. "

Speaking, he pointed to the oxygen cylinder on the screen: "This kind of oxygen cylinder can generally last for two hours, but the deeper the seawater, the shorter the duration. I assume that at this depth, he can Use it for about an hour."

Yan Hongsha was startled suddenly, and suddenly raised her head: "One night, my uncle called me, and my cell phone..."

She habitually reached out to touch it, wanting to show them the call records, but only realized that the phone had dropped into the sea long ago.

She tried to remember what happened that night.

It was in the middle of the night, because she was already asleep at that time, and she seemed to see her uncle on the bottom of the sea, desperately trying to crawl out, with his hands deeply sunk in the sea sand, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was crying She: "Hongsha, I don't want to die here..."

She woke up from her dream with a jolt, and found that the phone was connected. On the other end of the phone, there was a loud sound of waves.

This was the first time Kiyo had heard of this, so Tenman also came in at some point, leaning against the door frame and listening intently.

Luo Ren asked her: "And then?"

Yan Hongsha bit her lip: "There was no answer from the other end, and it was cut off after a while. When I called again, sometimes the phone was turned off, and sometimes it said that it was not in the service area. Anyway, it was never answered."

She was afraid that everyone would not believe it: "Really, I also thought I was dreaming, but I really had that call on my phone..."

She was extremely annoyed: that is the best evidence, why did she lose her phone.

Luo Ren pondered for a moment, then said: "In theory, it makes sense."

Everyone looks at Luo Ren.

"Some close relatives will have similar telepathy at the moment of life and death. Before seeing the picture of Shuiyan, we can also say that Hongsha is thinking day by day and dreaming at night, because the last time she met with Yan Jiuxiao made a call, Yan Jiuxiao was at the seaside, this scene was refracted in her dream, subconsciously she would feel that Yan Jiuxiao was drowned."

"But after seeing the picture of Shuiyan, this dream is worth pondering."

He asked Yan Hongsha: "In the dream, did you see your uncle crawling a certain distance on the bottom of the sea, or did he just crawl out desperately?"

Yan Hongsha wiped away her tears: "Crawled outside, trying very hard, but it didn't seem to be crawling."

Kiyo let out a short ah.

13,000 said what she said: "Suppose, I suppose, that clam dragged your uncle into the water. During this process, people struggled and panicked, and consumed a lot of oxygen. At that time, The oxygen tank is about to run out, your uncle is in a state of extreme hypoxia, and at the same time, his legs are trapped, so you can see that he crawled out with the help of sea sand, and he tried very hard, but he never crawled."

Yan Hongsha's body trembled for a moment: This scene is too scary, uncle didn't drown, did he die from exhaustion of oxygen slowly?

Luo Ren couldn't bear it, sighed softly, and turned the topic in another direction: "It's reasonable to make a phone call. Your uncle has taken a video of an old clam basking in the moon before. After preparing the diving equipment, the phone also Will do relevant processing to facilitate underwater shooting - his mobile phone should be equipped with a pressure-resistant diving case and waterproof bag, that is to say, he can talk underwater, but there is one thing he may not have considered, the underwater signal is weak, In order to communicate with surrounding base stations, the power consumption will be large. Moreover, the heat of seawater comes from solar radiation, and the deeper the sea is, the less sunlight and lower the temperature will consume a lot of power.”

Yan Hongsha was stunned: So it is reasonable to run out of battery? She used to blame her uncle in her heart, and at least fully charged her phone when she got into the water.

Suddenly blurred in front of my eyes: So my uncle dialed her at the bottom of the sea?

One thousand three is a little strange: "If you can make a phone call at that time, why not...why not call old man Yan? Son and father should be closer?"

The night before, Luo Ren briefly told him about the origin of Yanhongsha. Ten thousand three knew the general idea in his heart. At first he wanted to say, why didn't he call 110 for help, but after thinking about it, the situation must be critical. After all, it is on the bottom of the sea, and the location is difficult to ascertain. Yan Jiuxiao knew that he could not be saved even if he dialed the phone, so he saved the last bit of battery and bid farewell to his relatives.

Yan Hongsha choked up and explained: "My grandfather's eyesight is bad, and we rarely let him see these things on the electronic screen. The screen of the mobile phone is so small..."

Understood, so he chose to call Yan Hongsha.

Yan Hongsha cried bitterly: "It's all my fault, I sleep too hard at night, otherwise, I would be able to talk to my uncle..."

Luo Ren interrupted her: "No. After your uncle called you, the phone is no longer in his hands."

"Because you heard the sound of waves on the phone, there is no sound of waves on the bottom of the sea, that is to say, the phone has at least reached the surface of the sea, or on the coast."

One thousand three hearts thumped, and blurted out: "Old clam basking in the moon?"

Luo Ren said: "According to the most common situation, the mobile phone is hung around the neck with a lanyard. I suspect that after your uncle dialed the phone, for some reason, the old clam passed by him. Wherever the lanyard was hung up, the mobile phone was also hung up at the same time."

"So, if I'm not mistaken, this old clam has a mobile phone on it."

***

Where is this old clam?

Suddenly Muyo thought of something, quickly grabbed Luo Ren, stretched out a hand, first raised it upright, then flattened it, and said with difficulty in his throat: "Shuiyan... put it flat..."

Luo Ren understands, but he still doesn't understand: "You mean, the water eye is facing down, and it should be flat?"

10,000 should come over: "It's like this, the water eye can see the circle at 360 degrees now, but we can't see the bottom of the sea, we should turn the water eye around—and, when the clam is resting, it is It's half buried in the sea sand, so we can't see it, it's probably under the water!"

Luo Ren stepped out of the cockpit and looked up at the sky. It was dark and the sun was only the last ray of trembling light, like a dangerous bridge across the clouds, which would collapse in the next second.

"It's too late, the bottom of the sea is not lit up, we have to wait until tomorrow."

***

Everyone agreed to go to the beach to moor the boat, and no one dared to sleep at sea: there is such a creepy old clam on the bottom of the sea, if they sink the boat while they are sleeping...

I shudder to think about it.

Just as Kiyo wanted, after getting off the boat, she retrieved her luggage immediately.

Luo Ren lit a bonfire on the beach, Yan Hongsha ignored everyone, and pushed the wheelchair to the seaside, staring at the dark sea under the night in a daze, Wan San took a flashlight and said he was going for a walk in the village.

Even if it is empty, it is still the village where he was born.

Kiyo and Luo Ren sat by the campfire and ate compressed biscuits.

Looking at the sea, Luo Ren felt unwilling: "There is nothing in this sea, otherwise, you can grill fish, crabs, scallops..."

Kiyo picked up a branch and wrote on the beach: Are they all eaten by old mussels?

Luo Ren said: "Are you as stupid as you when you are a small fish and shrimp, obediently waiting for the old mussels to eat? Don't they run away?"

Kiyo said a word.

Humph.

Luo Ren looked at her and smiled, and suddenly said: "Do you know how we used to grill fish?"

Kiyo wanted to hum again, but Luo Ren's expression of "you will never guess it" made her feel so rare.

Her eyes are bright.

"When I was in the Philippines, there was a beach I often visited on Lao Dao. There was a reef on the beach. I couldn't tell what kind of rock it was. It was a flat piece. Like a ring."

He gestured to the appearance of the stones with his hands: "Then, light a fire under the ring and bake the stones very hot."

The corners of his lips slowly curled up into a smile.

"A lot of good brothers, brothers who were born and died, some people are responsible for catching fish, as for me, I am responsible for roasting, because I have the best knife skills."

He pulled out the straight-edged knife from the back of his waist and took off the leather case. The blade shone brightly against the flames. Luo Ren stretched out his fingers and flicked the blade.

The long and long sound is like the sound of gold and stone that the ancients said.

"The fish is caught, peeled and scaled, and I'm in charge of slicing the fish fillets. The blade is so flat and wiped off. That piece, as thin as a cicada's wing, spreads it on the stone, sprinkles the salt grains, and quickly sprinkles another layer. Cumin chili diced, or local spice diced, whipped up in an instant."

He gently closed his eyes, as if smelling the intoxicating aroma.

"I don't know if it's because of the light of the fire, but the fish meat is golden yellow, the flesh is distinct, curled up, and the spices on it, one by one, are like greedy gnats, sticking out their tongues, grabbing the fish Roll it down, roll it up to the base of your tongue, savor it carefully, it looks like it’s going to explode.”

"Then there is a big glass of German beer, pour it down, it's so cool that you have to get up and sing or dance."

Kiyo stared at Luo Ren raptly, his face was reddened by the firelight, his outline was half-light and half-dark, like a sculpture with clear lines, but it was more tender than a sculpture.

"At that time, I had a good friend, a Japanese named Aoki, who could play the ukulele, that is, a small Hawaiian guitar. He could sing songs from his hometown to us. He translated it for me."

Luo Ren's voice lowered: "It's about a young fisherman who is going to go fishing the next day. He doesn't know when he will come back. Go back before dawn."

"What the song says is that tonight I sleep on a silk pillow, and tomorrow I will sleep on waves when I go out to sea. I asked the pillow if I slept or not. The pillow spoke and said that I was asleep. Pillow Ah pillow, don't say anything, don't tell anyone about the relationship between that lovely person and me..."

Luo Ren picked up branches and added wood to the campfire.

"At that time, this beautiful girl in Aoki Song was our common dream lover."

Kiyo surprised: "Huh?"

This surprise seemed to be expected by Luo Ren. He said: "I know, it seems to you that it is just a story of a girl meeting her lover behind her back. Moralists will rise to a higher perspective, but we , I don’t think so.”

Yeah, they don't think so.

In life, blood and death are commonplace, piles of banknotes, full of cabinets, closed at night, and you don’t know if you will be alive tomorrow. In your sleep, a gunshot to the head, you don’t know whether it is a dream or not. It's really gone from now on.

I have slept in mountains, swamps, and mosquito-bitten woods, pillowed on tree stumps, dripping water from the leaves into my neck, woke up in the middle of the night, and saw a foreign moon—even if the whole world really shares one moon, shining here The moonlight must also be extraordinarily cold.

At that time, how much I wish I could see his beloved girl when I opened my eyes.

Secretly, only to meet him, barefoot, carrying shoes, afraid of making the slightest noise, across the cold river bank, through the dark dense forest, only for him, only him in eyes, when you see him , the soft eyes are like melting into the moonlight.

He must get up to greet her, kiss her passionately, stroke her soft long hair, kiss heaven in hell.

He looked up at Kiyo, through the firelight, her hair seemed to be gilded.

The girl in my dream.

Kiyo continued to write on the sand: What about your friends?

What about your friends?

Luo Ren stared at the line of words, his eyes gradually blurred.

As if returning to that misty morning in the woods, he packed up his equipment by himself, opened the door, and suddenly froze.

They were all there, and they all got up earlier than him, as if the wine he arranged last night didn't pour them down at all.

They carried the guy, looked at him and laughed, and said to him.

——"Luo, count me in."

——"Count me in."