However, all electrical signals are like nothing.

The Plato, in the dark ocean, had lost contact with the land before, and now... it seems that even the harbor in the sea has abandoned them.

This feeling makes everyone feel bad.

"Um...I mean, is it possible that the guys who stayed behind drank too much?!"

"I think it's about the same. Seven people are always stationed in this boring place... maybe they really don't have much fun to find?!"

"Just kidding, I know they can bring games and discs. Well, maybe they are fighting over some weird entertainment items."

"Oh oh oh, maybe."

I don't know whether it was to lighten the atmosphere, or whether these rough and tumble crew members had this in mind, they immediately started telling nasty jokes about the guys at the outpost.

"..."

Professor Stein was listening. He couldn't say anything about this kind of thing, and he didn't know the seven people who stayed behind.

but……

If it's really because of laziness or some kind of joke, that would be really great.

"Castro, what's going on now?!"

"Professor, I don't know. This is my first time encountering this situation. Let's go to the cabin with two guys."

"We can't wait any longer, check the pod equipment, and then open the docking bay ourselves."

Castro made strategic arrangements.

The Mariana Trench outpost is right in front of them, and the supplies on their ship are completely insufficient.

Whether it is to go to the Black Sea according to the original plan, or to return immediately according to the professor's latest plan.

They all must stop here and must successfully dock.

However, there was no response in the communication. However, the Plato, which was now unable to disembark, had no choice but to step forward and dock on its own.

"All right."

"Besides the harpoon, are there no other weapons on the ship?!"

at this moment.

Even Professor Stein was a little silent when the two crew members left for the separate cabin for docking.

After hesitating again and again, he still said this.

"Humph, I thought you didn't worry about anything."

"Although we don't know what happened in the outpost, but...unfortunately, we are not the flagship team!!"

"arms?!"

"Only those broken harpoons you used before!!"

Ryan grabbed the corner of the observation glass and hesitated to speak some words.

Perhaps the conversation between Dr. Singer and him was effective, and now is really not the time to argue.

After all... just like everyone else, who doesn't want to return home safely?

Even for the sake of money and the sake of saving your own life, you should be a little patient at this time.

"Maybe we should give the lazy guys inside a welcome gift. I'll go get the speargun that can be used to make specimens of big fish."

"Maybe they are fighting among themselves."

After Nelson finished speaking, he took the initiative to return to the previous cabin to get the spear gun.

…

"Surface people" don't know the rules of the deep sea, where time slows down and it takes many years for resentments and differences to dissipate.

It's different from Lane's situation, if the bastards stationed at the outpost are really fighting among themselves, and they really go in with spearguns.

By then...

"If we brandish our spearguns and wreak havoc in front of them, believe me... we have no hope of ever being allowed back into this outpost."

"Professor, these are the rules under the sea."

Nelson's loud voice could still be heard even if it ran to the corridor. The black guys went to get the speargun, leaving only Professor Stein and Lane.

Now it's just the two of them again.

However, after the two looked at each other, they were unexpectedly silent at this moment, and Ryan said nothing.

After a pause, Professor Stein slowly exhaled and said.

"That's not bad."

"This damn ghost place, after I go back this time, I really don't want to come back again."

…

In the deep ocean trench.

It is led by the Navy and jointly organized by the Marine Science and Technology Research Institute and some secret research institutions.

It is completely a top-secret base located in the deep sea.

When the Plato approaches and successfully docks under Castro's command, we can compare how big this place is.

"Where are the others?!"

"We have all come up. The doors connecting the passage and the docking room are not locked, but no one is here to welcome us."

Castro was the important assistant assigned to Professor Stein by the military this time. As a true "captain", he had a wealth of experience in deep-sea navigation.

But even so, the situation before me was the first time I had seen it.

"They are usually like mad dogs that smell the scent of bones. Every time someone new comes... they will surround us."

"But now..."

Castro held the spear gun in his hand, and even he seemed a little nervous.

Following him were Nelson, Dr. Singer, the indispensable Professor Stein, and Ryan who insisted on coming with him.

As for others.

Because of such an unexpected situation, the Plato must always be guarded by someone. After the situation at the outpost is confirmed to be stable, it will be too late for them to come up.

"It's so unlucky. I can't imagine what we will see later."

"What do you say now?!"

"Where do we start searching and find those bastards who are hiding."

Professor Stein was carrying a gun. It could be seen that the sudden accident made the professor feel very bad now.

He didn't understand what the guys who were supposed to be on duty at the outpost were doing, but this was obviously not a good thing.

"Recreation room?!"

"Although I have never been to this place, I thought about the drunk people, maybe they were all asleep there."

Nelson gave what was not quite a suggestion, and the importance of bringing a doctor with him emerged.

"Perhaps our Mr. Nelson, as an excellent equipment engineer, can check the oxygen system here first."

"Make sure we don't get suffocated to death after taking this short breath."

Dr. Singer gave the most reasonable advice. No matter what happened here, ensuring their own safety is the first important thing.

"Okay, but I think the oxygen level is fine."

"Although this poor place has been buried deep under the sea for so long, it's like an isolated valley coming to light again, and the moment the connecting passage opens... I'm sure I smell something very fresh."

Nelson said as he walked inside.

And at the same time.

Ryan, who had been following him without speaking at all, suddenly spoke dullly at this time.

“Maybe it’s not called freshness, but fishy, ​​damn fishy smell!!!

Just when Nelson climbed up the pipe structure nearby to check if there was any problem with the oxygen concentrator in the connecting channel where they were now.

"seawater!!"

"Damn sea water, and this fishy smell, some kind of fish?!"

"I'm sure I've smelled it before, sharks, whales, or something like that?!"

"Damn it, it's not a dream this time, doctor!!"

"We shouldn't have come up!!"

Ryan's emotions became aroused, and he pointed to a water stain on the ground. He turned around and didn't know whether to glare at Professor Stein or Dr. Singer.

His tone was extremely high and he started shouting crazily.
To be continued...