Chapter 533

The sun was dazzling. Su Huilan covered her forehead with her hand and looked up to see petru bend down and shout at them, but his eyes only looked at Mrs. Larry.

Then there was a thumping sound in the channel of the freeboard deck, and then Boris's loud voice: "Hey, petru, we need help!"

"Coming!" petru hurried over.

Suhuilan smiled and said to Mrs. Larry, "madam, this guy really cares about you."

"He's not bad," said Mrs. Larry.

Alice thought for a while, and finally couldn't help saying, "madam, that Red Beard said he would marry you."

"Don't talk nonsense," said the lady.

"It's true, he told me himself," said Alice. "He said you were the most respectable woman he had ever seen. He fell in love with you from the first day he saw you."

Mrs. Larry's face was still her usual serious expression, and she couldn't see any change, but suhuilan keenly felt that there was an unusual light in her eyes, like lightning in the depths of clouds.

After many days together, Su Huilan learned more about Mrs. Larry. This serious female scientist is not difficult to get along with. She has a kind heart and a noble soul, but I don't know why. She always puts on a straight face and shows people with an inaccessible face, which is by no means her true nature. Suhuilan always felt that there was a secret in Mrs. Larry's heart, so she put on a disguise and didn't show her true face. Judging from her reluctance to mention her husband, Mr. yeg, there may be some sad past! But suhuilan thinks it's not that simple.

Alice carefully observed the change of madam's face for a while, and then said carefully: "madam, I also think petru is not bad. Although he is a pirate, he is forced to be helpless, isn't he? He also said he would like to be your attendant and accompany you to archaeology everywhere! I think... Yeah... Mr. Yeager... It's been... So long, you can think about it..."

A loud bang interrupted Alice's words. A hatch panel under the freeboard was pushed open, fell directly and fell into the lake. A folded gangway was pushed out.

The ship's gangway is automatically controlled by the retractor, but now there is no energy on the ship, the circuit is blocked, and the pneumatic device will naturally fail, and the gangway will be locked. After so many years, even if the manual device and connecting shaft can be used, I'm afraid it's not easy to open it.

However, I don't know how Ivan did it. They not only pushed out the gangway, but also folded and opened the third floor. Ivan climbed outside the cabin and pulled the hinge of the gangway. Boris and petru checked the connection of the two twist locks for fear that the twist locks would break. Ivan's foot stepped on the open gangway with force. The gangway that had been pushed out of the cabin door and crossed was flattened. The lower end fell down and was pulled by the hinge lock. It became a ladder leaning against the side of the ship and parallel to the ship with an inclined upward elevation of 40 °.

"Petru, try to use the manual runner of the radio and player. You need to adjust the height," Ivan said as he climbed back to the freeboard passage along the winch.

Petru got in, and soon there was a creaking sound, and then the gangway was lowered to the surface of the water bit by bit.

Anderson rowed the boat to the side of the gangway. Su Huilan stood up first. She tried. She felt no problem. She stretched out her hand and said, "you can come up, madam."

She and Mrs. Larry went first, Anderson and Alice followed, and the party went on deck.

Aoki and situ were still on the deck, holding the railing on the side of the ship and looking to the lake bank in the distance. They were doing the same thing, giving instructions to the savages on the shore to bring torches.

Aoki's consciousness crossed the lake and passed the idea of needing fire to the savages of sangqi tribe. He did not feel that distance hindered this conscious command, and knew that the movement of consciousness in the mental force field was different from three-dimensional space-time, which was more like a subconscious communication in a dream. In dreams, no matter how large the space is, the dreamer's subconscious is everywhere, because that is the world you create.

The boundary of dreams is the limit your spiritual power can reach.

Ebony staff made some wonderful connections between his spiritual force and the spiritual force field on the island, and expanded his spiritual boundary. Within this scope, there is no obstacle to the communication of consciousness.

However, it looks like a dream.

The savages on the Bank of the lake pushed two wooden rafts into the water. Some people stood on the raft with a large number of wooden sticks and drove towards the ship.

Aoki knew that what they held in their arms was a torch made of something similar to rosin. A torch can burn for a long time.

When the savage's bamboo raft approached the ship, the gangway had been set up, and Mrs. Larry and his party had already boarded the ship.

Several savages, with a suspicious look on their faces, nervously climbed up the gangway to this frightening behemoth.

With the lights, people re entered the bridge. When passing the command room, situ's guess of time was confirmed by Mrs. Larry. Madam is a professional archaeologist and has more say in the situation of corpses.

"I don't know if it's been a thousand years, at least 500 years, but it's still a little strange..."

The lady carefully examined the skin and hair of the mummy. Out of the professional quality of an archaeologist, her actions did not damage the integrity of the body and clothes at all.

"People should die naturally. They die peacefully. They are about 60 to 80 years old. Sorry, this range is a little large, but if it is accurate, they need to enter the laboratory. Such bodies can only be formed in a very dry desert, which is impossible on a sea ship. If they enter a still space according to Mr. stone, it is very dry, Like the desert, I don't know how long a warship has enough fresh water and the food on board, but I can't let them live comfortably until they die of old age? "

Mrs. Larry had a clear idea and suddenly pointed out the problem. Situ's static space-time theory solves the problem of disorder of time and space, but it can't explain it all.

There was no one in the upper deck of the bridge except Lieutenant Colonel Halsey sitting outside the command room. They continued to walk down the cabin, and the space became narrow and narrow. Especially in the absence of electric lights and ventilation facilities, the light brought by the torch was not enough to illuminate all the passages, but left a shaking shadow in front of people.

All the way to the soldiers' rest cabin, that is, the dormitory. Aoki found that the space here was not small, and the aisle and bed were bigger than expected.

"The days of American soldiers are really natural and unrestrained. Even their beds are a little wider than those on our ships."

Boris complained, but the next scene made him shut up and couldn't say a word any more.

On each bed lay a soldier, dressed in neat military uniform, lying straight. The torches shone on their faces. Like Halsey outside, they were all the faces of dry zombies.

It's like a mummy camp.