Players In Marvel

Plato number.

Resting in the restaurant, it's lunch time.

"It could be dinner, or breakfast. In this dark world, time has completely become meaningless."

Through the observation window beside him, the outside is deep. On the surface, the sea looks very beautiful, but if you go deep into it, you will find that it is not the same thing at all.

This is a completely different world, an extremely dangerous field.

"Professor, I want to finish the medicine before you sigh, otherwise it will be very difficult to pack up later."

The talking guy was a black man with a big fish tattooed on his strong left arm, and he was an old crewman.

He is a skilled "deep-sea man", completely different from Professor Stein, who was the captain for the first time, and he is very familiar with this deep sea.

"Yes, yes, the wonderful deep-sea medicine, I heard that it can effectively treat headaches, so are you sure it will work?!"

Professor Stein twisted the green pill, the lonely environment in the deep sea will always cause some mental distress.

At first, he didn't think so, 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 that, sea salt from kelp, aspirin, and... a little bit of raw fish."

"Crushed fish fillets always taste good, no question about that!"

The door of the lounge restaurant opened, and the man who walked in was talking, a tall and strong Irishman with slightly curly golden hair on his head.

"I like sashimi, but this stuff is not good."

As Professor Stein spoke, he threw the pill into his mouth. It was a little salty and smelled like fish.

It's not tasty, but the crew members are eating it. These guys have their own unique theory of dealing with the darkness of the deep sea.

Regarding the mysterious part, Professor Stein disagrees, but as far as seaweed can supplement vitamins and some necessary nutrients, it’s okay to eat this kind of “fish and grass balls”.

"Castro, I thought you were in the cockpit, or you were busy with something. It's not your rest time yet."

As an honorary captain, it is natural for a professional to handle matters such as how to drive a submarine.

The black dude named Nelson is a seasoned crew, and Castro is an excellent pilot retired from the Navy.

I can tell.

This trip to explore Atlantis, Mr. Colonel, who came to Professor Stein, arranged a lot of reliable candidates for him.

"Uh, professor, I remember saying that this submarine can sink automatically within a certain period of time."

"Sometimes it's not that difficult to manipulate this big thing."

"Actually... when it resurfaces, I'll be paid, and you know that's what I live on."

As Castro said, he walked to the table and sat down, and grabbed a plate with some thinly sliced ​​fish in it.

There is no entertainment in this submarine, except eating and drinking, dazed...that is, nonsense.

"I heard that the captain of the Medusa is called... Uh, I forgot, but he is an idiot anyway."

"When his crew saw a humanoid creature appear, it followed behind their ship."

"This idiot gave the order to fire, in complete disregard of the pleas of the crew!!"

Around the corner of the round table.

The boy with broken hair was knocking on the table, telling the story with a lively expression, I don't know where he heard the story, while several other crew members around were listening.

"Next, and then..."

Holding a wine glass, no... not that kind of glass, I used a plastic shell I found somewhere as a container, and I got some whiskey in it.

The group of guys yelled loudly while drinking.

"Drinking 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 problem!"

Castro stuffed a spoonful of sticky meat paste into his mouth, chewed and said.

"No, I just want to tell you when I see you."

The submarine's built-in rest space is not small, but it's not too big. The surrounding crew members are noisy. Professor Stein is neither blind nor deaf, so how could he not notice it.

But he had been refraining himself from speaking.

Until Castro, who was driving the submarine, arrived, Professor Stein finally couldn't help but said.

Snapped! !

The boy who told the story overturned the wine glass and stepped on the round table with one foot, his tone became quite excited.

"So they fired at Neptune Namor!!"

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

"Then the poor ship left the waters they were in, you know, you know?!"

"Do you know what the great master of the seabed, the terrifying seaman Namor, did after that?!"

The guy spoke loudly, like a monkey hopping around his ear.

"The Medusa sailed to the coast of Argan, where West Africa is close to the ocean. There are deserts everywhere, and it is extremely desolate."

"A very unfortunate impact that ultimately killed more than 140 people."

Professor Stein stood up. He was sure that the kid was talking to him, and the professor knew very well about the story he told.

It was a famous shipwreck, that is a fact, and there is nothing to dispute that.

"Professor, you are only half right."

"The Medusa was chased away by the sea people, because they did what they shouldn't do, and finally sank on the coast of Argan, and all 140 people died suddenly!!"

This kid stopped pretending, he had a showdown, staring straight at Professor Stein, saying the word "violent death" especially loudly and biting extremely clearly.

"More than that, the records left by the crew, they saw Namor and heard laughter like the wind."

"Then what?!"

"The Medusa has been sunk for more than a hundred years. What are you going to say next? The Titanic also sank because of the people on the bottom of the sea?!"

"The iceberg that sank the ship was Atlantis?!"

The boy with broken hair came for him, and the crew members in this circle all 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. Those scientists can risk their lives to "bite" each other on issues they recognize.

Now, it's just the whim of some crew members, and he can handle it.

"No one will believe such nonsense, right, answer me, right!!"

"Nelson, what do you think?!"

No one spoke in front of him, and the lounge, which was supposed to be a happy space, was now eerily quiet.

In order to ease the topic, Professor Stein asked the black buddies who had just had dinner together.

"Well, what does this have to do with me?!"

"First of all, I'm 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!"

That's what Nelson said, leaning back in his chair, looking out of the observation window at the deep water.

Obviously, it wasn't that the professor wanted to hear the answer. He turned his gaze to the side again and saw Castro who had already eaten half of the plate in one sentence.

"Honestly, I should be with you, Professor."

"but……"

Castro put down the spoon in his hand, then wiped the residue on his mouth with his hands indiscriminately, he continued.

"On the Titanic, a first-class passenger spent years searching for Atlantis."

"There are rumors that he has a map of the underwater city. He got it from ancient books or found it in antiques. Who knows?!"

"Anyway, the end result is that he and the Titanic ... the people, the ship, the map all sank."

After Castro finished speaking, he also looked at Professor Stein very seriously.

"I, you..."

this moment.

The feeling of isolation and helplessness enveloped Professor Stein. In this deep and unknown place, he was surrounded by a dark colloid.

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

"In 1610, the King of Spain sent a ship to the New World."

The crew members seemed to want to say something more, but they were suddenly interrupted by the professor.

"But it never returned!!"

"Different stories, same result, I know what you want to say."

"but……"

Professor Stein pointed to everyone present, and he turned around to make sure he saw all the crew members.

"The Titanic sank because it hit an iceberg, and that piece of ice has been there for thousands of years."

"But it's just ice!"

"Half-humanoids do not exist under the sea, and there are no so-called guardians of Atlantis."

"So in simple terms, Atlantis didn't exist at all."

He spoke in an extremely strong tone, and then pointed at the boy who was the first to tell the story, and said loudly.

"Mr. Ryan, I don't want to hear any more information that can be found in official documents like this!"

"We are on a scientific expedition this time, please remember this well."

...

"Okay, everyone is gone."

"Each do their own thing, the pipeline needs to be inspected, which one of you will clean it?!"

Castro broke the deadlock.

He, the ex-Navy retired submarine pilot specially appointed by Colonel Mr. Howard, is still very useful to speak in front of the crew.

The storyteller Ryan left first, and the others left one after another.

"They always listen to you!!"

"I know they don't accept me, but this time the task is not just for me, besides...forget it."

Professor Stein said half of the latter half of the sentence. He wanted to say that these crew members had already received money, and they should do good deeds after taking their own rewards.

But after thinking about it, I still didn't say it so directly.

That's right, that's right.

He was indeed a captain for the first time, and he was honorary. He knew nothing about deep sea navigation, submarine driving, and even maintenance techniques.

However.

That's not why he should be ostracized.

This is discrimination, this is unfair, as a scientist, why should he be treated like this? !

"But what they say may not be wrong."

Castro thinks it's time to have a good talk with the professor, the current situation is really not right.

"I mean."

"We lost all communication with the ground, which is not normal, which is very abnormal."

"Just like in the legend, we were trapped in the deep sea by the magic power of the king of the sea!!"

"At this time...they are just in awe, you shouldn't be so against them."

Does Castro believe in the people of the sea? !

Believe it or not, but as a submarine captain, whether he was or is, he naturally stands with his crew.

He supported Professor Stein, but thought that what he said should not be so direct.

Especially in this restricted area for humans, they are all bugs trapped in amber, and there should be no stalemate among the crew.

"You can't lose your mind because of them, these guys who call themselves deep sea people, they believe in their fantasies."

"I have to prove to them that the myths they believe in are just myths. There are no gods in this world, and there are no devils even at the bottom of the sea."

"It's all fake, it's not real."

Professor Stein looked at Castro in disbelief.

The sea here is very dangerous, and this danger comes from the gossip in the closed space, and it comes from the human brain.

The deep darkness will stir up the most primal horror, and it will send strange things to the brain.

what you see.

The more you dive into the depths, more and more creatures will start to crawl out of the darkness.

Nothing but hallucinations, nothing but inner fears, this is psychology, this is science.

And definitely not some myths and legends! !

"Okay, then explain to me in a scientific way, what is the communication?!"

Castro didn't want any quarrel, he motioned the professor to continue talking.

"We've mapped most of the planet's surface, but this vast ocean remains a mystery to us."

"The Mariana Trench is our last outpost, and below that is completely unknown territory for humans."

"Black Waters!!"

Without Professor Stein finishing his sentence, Castro uttered this pronoun, the restricted ocean area beyond the reach of human beings, a completely dark and unknown territory.

"That's right."

"You know, we are about to enter the Mariana outpost, that is, we are about to enter the real human forbidden zone, and at this scale, we are not within the direct communication range of the ground at all."

"Isn't it normal that the already blurred communication was cut off in the middle of the voyage?!"

Professor Stein finally talked about what he was good at. He talked about the scientific truth he knew clearly, and asked Castro back.

"Even if something might happen to the military, even New York is rebuilding!!"

"But...could accidents happen in the whole of New York, the whole of New York State, and even other state capitals?!"

"Because we lost contact in the deep sea, a little bit of emotional changes caused by deep sea anxiety."

"Don't we have to believe that the world has changed drastically, and believe in the non-existent Aquaman?!"

"Mr. Castro!!"

"I hope you realize this, don't let those crew members go crazy, let alone go crazy with them!!"

Professor Stein seemed to have finally reached the limit of his patience, and he even used the somewhat personal attack term of madness.

Castro in front of him was relatively calm.

"Okay, Professor."

"You don't really need to be so excited."

"The colonel's order is for me to assist you, and I will do what you say."

He walked towards the door while talking, he was going back to the driver's cab, instead of such a pointless quarrel, it would be better to do something useful.

And when he walked to the door, he hesitated for a moment, then turned around and asked Professor Stein a small question.

"But, if you really don't believe in the existence of Atlantis at all, why?!"

"You still want to promise those big shots to look for it?!"

"negative!"

"negative!"

"While firmly denying the falsehood, what kind of truth are you looking for?!"