For a moment, everyone on the ship was at a loss.

Yan Hongsha kept sobbing quietly, sometimes dazed, sometimes suddenly remembering his uncle's goodness in something, and tears flowed down. However, what she was most worried about was actually Old Man Yan, who kept muttering: What should I do if my grandfather knows?

With a bang, it seemed like the winding rollers on the railing were skating. Ten thousand three went out to reinforce them, and he was yelling every step, probably the pain had not yet been relieved.

Luo Ren kept moving his eyes up and down slightly, and after looking for a long time, he said: "There are no scars on his body, at least I don't seem to have obvious injuries. I suspect that when he reached the bottom of the sea, the person was not dead."

As he said that, he pointed to the oxygen cylinder on the screen: "This kind of oxygen cylinder can usually last for two hours, but the deeper the sea water, the shorter the duration it can last. I assume that at this depth, it can be used for about an hour."

Yan Hongsha was suddenly stunned and looked up suddenly: "One night, my uncle called me, my phone..."

She habitually reached out to touch her, trying to show them the call record, but she realized that her phone had already fallen into the sea.

She tried hard to recall the situation that night.

It was in the middle of the night, because she was already asleep at that time, and it seemed that she saw her uncle at the bottom of the sea, trying desperately to climb out, her hands were deeply trapped in the sea sand, her face was pale, her eyes were covered with blood, and she called her with a crying voice: "Hongsha, I don't want to die here..."

She woke up from her dream with a shiver and found that the phone was connected. On the other end of the phone, the waves were so loud.

This was the first time that Kiyo heard about this. Ten thousand three came in at some time, and leaned against the door frame and listened to it.

Luo Ren asked her: "What about it?"

Yan Hongsha bit his lip: "There was no answer on the other end. It broke after a while. I called it again. Sometimes it turned off, sometimes it was not in the service area, but I never received it again."

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

She was so upset: That was the best evidence, why did she lose her phone?

Luo Ren pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps it is perfect."

Everyone sees Luo Ren.

"Some closest relatives will have similar telepathy at the critical moment of life and death. Before seeing the picture of Water Eye, we can also say that Hongsha is thinking about something on the day and dreaming about something on the night, because she talked with Yan Jiuxiao for the last time, and Yan Jiuxiao was on the beach. This scene reflected in her dream, and the subconscious mind will feel that Yan Jiuxiao was drowned."

"But after seeing the picture of Water Eye, this dream is very interesting."

He asked Yan Hongsha: "In my dream, did you see your uncle crawling a distance on the seabed, or did you just climb out desperately?"

Yan Hongsha wiped his tears: "Climbing out is very hard, but it seems that he has not crawled."

Mu Dai let out a short sigh.

Ten thousand three said her words: "Suppose, I assume, the clam dragged your uncle down from the water. In the process, people struggled and frightened, and consumed a lot of oxygen. At that time, the oxygen cylinder was about to be exhausted, and your uncle was in a state of extreme hypoxia. At the same time, his legs were trapped, so you see that he crawled out with the help of sea sand, looking very forceful, but he never crawled."

Yan Hongsha's body trembled: This scene is so terrible. Uncle was not drowned. Was it because of the slowly exhausted oxygen?

Luo Ren couldn't bear it, so he sighed softly and turned the topic to another direction: "It's reasonable to make a phone call. Your uncle had taken videos of the old clam basking the moon before. After preparing the diving device, the mobile phone will also do relevant processing to facilitate underwater shooting - his mobile phone should be equipped with a pressure-resistant diving shell and a waterproof bag, which means that you can talk underwater, but one thing he may not consider is that the underwater signal is weak, and in order to contact the surrounding base station, the electricity consumption will be high. Moreover, the heat of the sea water comes from solar radiation. The deeper the sea surface, the less light, the lower the temperature, and the greatly consumed power."

Yan Hongsha was stunned: So it is reasonable to run out of power? She had blamed her uncle in her heart before. When she went into the water, she would at least fully charge her phone.

My eyes suddenly blurred: So, my uncle was indeed at the bottom of the sea at that time and called her?

Ten thousand three was a little strange: "If I could call at that time, why not... why not call Old Man Yan? Is my son more kissing to my father?"

The night before, Luo Ren briefly told him the origin of Yanhongsha. Ten thousand three knew about it. At first, he wanted to say why he didn't dial 110 for help. Then he thought that the situation must be critical at that time. After all, it was at the bottom of the sea and the location was difficult to determine. Yan Jiuxiao knew that it would be impossible to save him after dialing it. He kept the last little power and said goodbye to his relatives.

Yan Hongsha choked and explained: "My grandfather's eyes are not good. We rarely let him see these things on the electronic screen. The mobile phone screen is so small..."

I got it, so he chose to call Yanhongsha.

Yan Hongsha cried bitterly and said, "It's all my fault. I'm too dead to sleep at night, otherwise I can talk to my uncle..."

Luo Ren interrupted her: "No. After your uncle called you, his phone was no longer in his hand."

"Because you hear the sound of waves on the phone, it is impossible for waves to be heard on the bottom of the sea, that is, the phone is at least on the sea surface or on the coast."

Yi Wansan felt a thump in his heart and blurted out: "Old clam basking in the moon?"

Luo Ren said: "According to the most general situation, the mobile phone is hung around the neck with a lanyard. I suspect that after your uncle called the phone, for some reason, the old clam passed by him, and he hung the lanyard on the shell, and he also hung the mobile phone at the same time."

"So, if I guess correctly, this old clam dragged a cell phone."

***

So where is this old clam?

Mu Dai suddenly thought of something, quickly grabbed Luo Ren, stretched out a hand, first stood up, then flattened, and made a difficult voice in his throat: "The water eyes... flattened..."

Luo Ren understood, but still didn't understand: "What do you mean is the water eyes facing down and put them flat?"

Ten thousand □□ responded: "That's right, the water eye can now see the circle 360 ​​degrees, but we can't see the sea bottom. We should turn the water eye - and when the clam rests, half of the body is buried in the sea sand, so we can't see it, it is likely to be under the water!"

Luo Ren walked out of the cockpit and looked up at the sky. When the dark dusk was pressing down, the sun was left with only the last ray of trembling light, like a dangerous bridge across the clouds, which was about to fall in the next second.

"It's too late, the seabed is not bright anymore, we have to wait for tomorrow."

***

Everyone agreed to moor boats on the beach, and no one dared to stop the boat and sleep on the sea: there was such a creepy old clam at the bottom of the sea. If they were sleeping, the ship would sink...

I was chilling when I thought about it.

As for Kiyoshi's intention, after getting off the boat, she picked up her luggage as soon as possible.

Luo Ren lit a bonfire on the beach, ignored anyone, pushed his wheelchair to the beach, staring at the dark sea under the night sky, and stared at the dark sea, Ten Thousands of Ten Thousands carrying a flashlight, saying that he was going to the village for a walk.

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

Mu Dai followed Luo Ren to sit by the bonfire and chewed compressed biscuits.

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

Mu Dai picked up a branch and wrote on the beach: Have you all eaten by old clams?

Luo Ren said: "Are you as stupid as small fish and shrimps? Wait for the old clams to eat? Can't they run away?"

Muday said one word.

snort.

Luo Ren looked at her and smiled, and suddenly said, "Do you know how we grilled fish before?"

Mu Dai wanted to reply another humming word, but Luo Ren looked like "You absolutely couldn't guess" and she felt so rare.

Her eyes are bright.

"When I was in the Philippines, there was a beach I often visited on the old island. There were reefs on the beach. I couldn't tell what it was. It was a flat piece. We tried to knock the bottom into the hollow. At first glance, it looked like a ring."

He gestured with his hands as the stones: "Then, make a fire under the ring and roast the stones hot."

A smile slowly rippled on the corner of his lips.

"Many good brothers, brothers who have been born and died, some are responsible for fishing. As for me, I am responsible for baking because I have the best knife skills."

He pulled out the straight blade from behind his waist, took off the leather case, and the blade reflected the fire, emitting a clear light. Luo Ren stretched out his finger and bounced the blade.

The sound of a sudden sound is like the sound of metal and stone mentioned by the ancients.

"I took the fish up, peeled off the scales, and I was responsible for peeling the fillets. The blade was smeared so flat, and the piece was as thin as a cicada's wing. It spread onto the stone, sprinkled salt, and quickly sprinkled another layer of cumin peppers, or local spice pellets, which instantly lifted up."

He closed his eyes gently, as if he was smelling the intoxicating fragrance.

"I don't know if it's because of the fire. The fish meat is golden and has a distinct fleshy texture. When it's curled up, the spices on the top are like greedy worms. They stick out their tongues and roll the fish fillets down, roll them to the base of the tongue, and savor them carefully. The delicious food seems to be about to be fried."

"Then there's a big glass of der beer, and you'll have to get up and sing, or dance."

Mu Dai looked at Luo Ren in a trance. His face turned red by the flames, and his outline was half-light and half-dark, like a sculpture with clear lines, but it was more tender than the sculpture.

"At that time, I had a good friend, a Japanese named Aoki, who could play ukulele, a small Hawaiian guitar. He could sing the songs from his hometown for us. I couldn't sing that song, but he translated the lyrics for me."

Luo Ren's voice was low: "It's about a young fisherman who is going to go out to sea to fish the next day. I don't know when he will come back. His beloved beautiful girl secretly met him at night and went back before dawn."

"That song says that I have a silk pillow tonight, and I will have a wave when I go to sea tomorrow. I asked the pillow if I have slept or not. The pillow said, saying that I am already asleep. Pillow, pillow, don't say anything, don't say anything about that cute person and me..."

Luo Ren picked up the branches and added firewood to the bonfire.

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

Kiyo was surprised: "Ah?"

This surprise seemed to be as expected by Luo Ren, and he said: "I know, you seem to be just a story about a girl who meets a lover privately on her back. The moralist will rise to a higher angle, but we don't think so."

Yes, they don't feel that way.

In life, blood and death are commonplace, banknotes are piled up, and the cabinet is filled with money, closed at night, and I don’t know if my life is still open tomorrow. In my sleep, I shoot my head with a shot. You don’t know whether it’s a dream or it’s really gone from now on.

I slept in the mountains, swamps, and mosquitoes biting the woods, and I pillowed on the stumps, and the hues of water dripping from the leaves into my neck. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the moon in a foreign country - even if the whole world really shares a moon, the moonlight shining here must be extremely cold.

At that time, I hope to see his beloved girl as soon as I opened my eyes.

He came secretly to meet him, barefoot and carrying his shoes, for fear of making a sound, passing through the cold river bank and through the dark forest, just for him to come, only him in his eyes, when he saw him, his eyes were gentle as if dissolved into the moonlight.

He must get up to greet her, kiss her warmly, caress her long soft hair, and is in hell, kissing heaven.

He looked up at Kiyo, and her hair seemed to be covered with gold through the fire.

The girl in the dream.

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

What about your friends?

Luo Ren stared at the lines, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

It seemed as if he had returned to the misty morning in the forest. He packed his equipment alone, pushed open the door, and suddenly was stunned.

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

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

——"Luo, count me."

——"I'm also my one."

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Chapter completed!