Chapter 447 Regarding the underwater people, the quarrel gradually broke out among the deep-diving crew!

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 next to me, the outside is deep. 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 field.

"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 twists the green pill. The lonely environment in the deep sea always causes 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 are 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 like how to drive a submarine naturally require professionals.

The black guy named Nelson is an experienced sailor, while Castro is an excellent pilot who retired from the Navy.

You can see it.

For 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 surfaces again, I can get paid. You know I live on that salary."

As Castro said, he walked to the table and sat down. He grabbed a 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 appear, 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, 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 alcohol while 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 had no objection!"

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 his words before.

It wasn't until Castro arrived driving the submarine that Professor Stein finally couldn't help but say.

Snap!!

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, together with their idiot captain, were forced to launch an attack thinking of the terrifying existence in the dark!!"

"Then the poor boat left the sea where they were, you know what, you know what?!"

"Do you know what the great undersea master and 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 the story he told.

It was a famous shipwreck. This is a fact. There is nothing to argue with it.

"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 has 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 on the seabed?!"

"The iceberg that sank that 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, where scientists would risk their lives to "bite" each other on issues they recognized.

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. The lounge was supposed to be a happy space, but now it was 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, let me explain that 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 finished most of his plate in one sentence.

"Honestly, I should be on your side, Professor."

"but……"

Castro put down the spoon in his hand, wiped the residue on his mouth with his hand, and continued.

"On the Titanic, a first-class passenger spent many 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 final result was that he and the Titanic were together...the people, the ship, and the map all sank."

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 completely wrapped around him.

At this moment, the professor was a little out of breath.
To be continued...