Mermaid Reef

In 1958, the North Pole.

The ice sheet that covers the ocean breaks away completely in summer, turning into pieces of ice that float in the sea.

These ice floes are large and small, in various shapes and sizes, piled together along the ocean current, bumping and bumping like some facilities in a human amusement park.

"Whoa."

The head of the white whale broke through the smaller ice floes, and it spewed out a jet of water before sinking slowly.

In the beautiful and clear ice-blue water, the beluga whale's round and chubby forehead is particularly conspicuous.

It has just grown up, and because of its playfulness, it has escaped from the summer migration and is wandering in the ice floes in search of today's dinner.

The white whale caught a glimpse of several black shadows passing ahead.

——Swimming vigorously and smoothly, it is a seal.

The white whale followed immediately.

It didn't take long for him to see schools of fish, delicious schools of cod...

This young beluga whale happily joined the seal hunting team, and also offered the service of "repelling" the fish school. The cooperation was perfect, and a few big mouthfuls of fat cod were harvested.

"Gujiji."

The white whale made a happy sound, thanking the seals for their cooperation.

Too bad the seal didn't think so.

After a full meal, we should be on our way. The beluga whale chose a completely different path from the migrating troop—yes, it is that kind of particularly naughty individual in the whale group. Run to freedom.

Singles are dangerous.

In the Arctic, it has two natural enemies that it cannot compete with.

- Hungry polar bears, and killer whales arriving in the Arctic in summer.

This beluga whale is very courageous and smart. Its eyes can tell that certain motionless "ice floes" are disguised by polar bears, and it will never approach them.

It also has keen hearing and has picked up the sounds of a pod of killer whales communicating in the distance.

Oops!

The white whale swims quietly close to an ice floe that can block itself, and hides itself with similar colors.

Its movements are light and soundless, and there are no excessive waves to lift up the ice floes, nor cause unnecessary collisions and breakage of the ice floes. It "floats" along with the ice floes along the ocean current.

This is a game of hide and seek related to life.

You can't beat it.

It is single, opposite is a group.

The combat effectiveness of the beluga whale is not worth mentioning in front of the killer whale. To the killer whale, it is just a fat meal that can swim.

It is also difficult to run away.

Killer whales can continue to chase prey for hours, and young whales "fortunate" to participate in such a deadly long-distance swimming competition do not want to repeat this nightmare.

If you are targeted by a polar bear, you only need to sweep a seal with your tail, and the polar bear will pounce on the dizzy seal. Killer whales are different. They play with their prey and have nothing to do with whether they are full or want to eat. Look at interest.

The young beluga whale held its breath and hid in the ice floes, nervously waiting for the natural enemy to pass by.

At this time, a strange sound came from the bottom of the sea.

The group of killer whales were attracted and started diving one after another, wanting to see what it was.

The white whale took the opportunity to slip away.

Although it is curious, life is more precious.

——The hard work of bullying the seals has grown so much meat, it can't be given away casually!

The white whale ran away at its fastest speed, thinking seriously while running. It seemed that it had heard similar sounds, but it was not in the North Pole.

***

"The current depth is 100 meters."

"The speed is 20 knots."

"everything is normal."

"The sonar has captured a group of unknown objects approaching the submarine..."

"It's a killer whale!"

In the boundless sea of ​​ice, there is a dark and strange "big fish" advancing at a constant speed.

The killer whale made a short cry and turned around the submarine curiously.

The round body touched the submarine lightly, and found that it was very fast, and couldn't help but chase after it.

"Little trouble, keep up the speed and strengthen your guard!"

The lights in the submarine were dim, and people wore earphones, watching the sonar display screen warily.

If the fish in the icy sea can think, they must be very grateful to humans for attracting the attention of the killer whales, and "cooperating" with the killer whales for a long-distance run.

The killer whale gradually realized something was wrong. This cold big guy seemed unable to communicate. After running for half a day, his speed didn't slow down at all, and he didn't need to float up to take a breath—this wasn't the cetacean prey they liked to play with.

Playability plummeted.

The killer whales exchanged their heads and tails and gave up on this strange guy.

The ocean is so big, what can't you play?

Watching this group of guys leave, the people in the submarine breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they carried weapons and were not afraid of these killer whales, they were unwilling to increase the risk beyond the mission.

This is a great polar sailing adventure.

This "big fish", despised by killer whales and thanked by white whales, is the first nuclear submarine in human history.

"On August 8, everything was normal on the Nautilus and we were approaching the North Pole."

"Continue to dive, watch out for icebergs."

The ice cap melts in summer, and the broken icebergs still float on the sea surface, and their submerged parts are much larger than the volume on the sea surface.

Most of these icebergs come from Greenland.

In fact, the submarine tried this polar voyage at the end of June, but unfortunately, when it passed through the Bering Strait, it was blocked by a large piece of floating ice from the North Pole. Second try.

Not only was the U.S. Navy on board, but scientists from the most advanced electronic laboratories of the era were also on board.

The navigator under the ice stared nervously at the screen, and there were people beside him analyzing various data.

"Scanning the seabed, nearby creatures..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and all electronic instruments were affected by strange interference waves.

"what happened?"

"All external communication has been interrupted!"

"Could it be a magnetic field?"

At this time, the sonar operator suddenly covered his ears and said doubtfully, "I heard the cries of whales."

Different from the happy chase just now, the sound is very long now.

Even if the language barrier, but also can feel the sense of panic inside.

"Buzz, buzz!"

A sharp straight line appeared on the wave chart on the electronic screen.

The submarine shook violently.

"Is it an iceberg?"

"no!"

The navigator under the ice swallowed hard.

The sonar operator's expression was even uglier. He stammered, "Sir, this seems to be the roar of some kind of large creature."

The submarine lurched sharply to the right again, this time recording a larger ripple.

The scientist in the laboratory pushed his glasses and said: "This is not any sound of marine life recorded in the sonar library."

"It could be an earthquake, or a volcanic eruption."

"I remember that there are no volcanoes in the North Pole?"

"The impact direction comes from the Canadian Sea Basin, where the depth reaches 3800 meters, maybe the seabed..."

Before the words were finished, everyone could smell a burning smell.

The electronic screen exploded.

"No, put out the fire!"

Alarms sounded in the submarine cabin.

The dark red emergency lights came on, and everyone's faces were reflected like ghosts.

This nuclear submarine has been in service for three years and has a range of more than [-] nautical miles. Although the accident was weird, the crew on board remained calm and did what they should.

An ugly mountainous wrinkle was about to form in the middle of the captain's forehead. He squeezed the communicator and issued one order after another in time. Just when he was about to ask the scientists around him, the submarine suddenly "turned over" uncontrollably.

Many people were knocked unconscious and others were injured.

The communicator in the captain's hand also flew out.

"Turn on emergency mode!"

"Balance system..."

The captain's voice was interrupted by a shrill scream.

In the position of the sonar operator, half of the people were unconscious, while the other half struggled and wailed with their heads in their hands.

Then something terrible happened.

A sonar operator's face was deformed, distorted like plasticine, and his mouth made a strange noise.

Just like the transformation of a werewolf in a boring novel, his head became more and more pointed, his legs elongated strangely, and his fingers turned into sharp claws.

The soldiers tried to subdue this crazy hapless bastard, but were wounded several times by it in a short period of time, and when its sharp claws were about to grab and destroy an instrument—

"Snapped."

The wooden warehouse sounded.

The submarine cabin fell into dead silence, and people stared blankly at the corpse shot in the forehead, as well as the trembling scientific research personnel holding weapons.

The friend of the deceased clenched his fist angrily, but before he could make a sound, he was firmly held down by his colleagues.

Anyone with eyes can see that this corpse is no longer a "human".

Besides the soldiers, the scientists also felt that they were going to collapse.

A person turned into a monster before their eyes?

This is not the nineteenth century anymore, and science is mixed with all sorts of grotesques.

The artificial satellites have all been launched into space, and the earth has completely uncovered the fog in front of human beings.The polar voyage they are now challenging is also using science to accomplish what the predecessors could not do. This world is no longer the home of those adventure teams.

There are no dinosaurs on the plateau of South America, and there are no alien bases in Antarctica. (Note)

"Turn off all sonar."

The Chief Scientist yelled just in time.

This is a sign of "silence", a method of stealth during times of war, but now they are used to avoid "enemies" they may encounter.

In nature, any object that can make a sound and swim has a chance to be attacked by animals as an "enemy".

"Mr. Moore, do you think... there is a kind of sea monster outside?"

"No, I suspect that we have encountered a terrible monster made by humans, a new type of war weapon." The chief scientist looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "I also suspect that there are spies on the ship. Is this a toxin or a radioactive element? What? Will there be such a deformed mutation?"

The captain's face darkened.

If this was some kind of radioactive contamination, everyone in the submarine might have been sentenced to death.

It was an honor to be able to fly polar missions, and now it has turned into a disaster?

"Mr. Moore, please keep it a secret and don't spread the news. This will affect the submarine personnel..."

Before the captain finished speaking, the submarine changed again. It was flying forward at an extremely fast speed, and everyone was unable to stand still and dizzy.

"The speed... the speed exceeds 30 knots!"

"No, it's not our speed, something is dragging us!"

There is an indescribable thing floating in the ice sea outside the submarine.

There are countless blue spots on His body, like eyes, and like some kind of decoration.

His body is like a flat blanket, but it can be easily rolled up in sea water, like a giant squid magnified countless times, with wavy and graceful skirts floating on both sides of his body, possessing a terrifying beauty that makes people crazy.

He erected his body high, as if to cover the submarine.

Just the surge of the waves and the slow pressure of the terrifying force caused the submarine to shake wildly.

Suddenly, he felt something, his body moved to another direction, and then made a terrible "hum" sound wave.

Some white flat creatures swam over quickly upon hearing the call.

These creatures still retain the characteristics of "pre-life", such as the dorsal fin of a killer whale or the fur of a polar bear, but their bodies are all "flattened", and their volume has also expanded several times, like scary floating magic carpets.

These magic carpets covered the surface of the submarine, adding a "white dust cover" to it in a blink of an eye.

He once again ordered his subordinates to swim to the north at high speed with the "dust cover" wrapped in this spoil.

The sea of ​​ice regained its calm.

After a long time, a tall water column suddenly spewed out from the gap in the ice floe.

The young beluga whale shook its head, its eyes filled with horror.

A few seconds later, it sank to the bottom of the sea again dizzy, and was soon awakened by the sea water. It dragged its body which became extremely heavy for some reason, and swam forward with difficulty.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

Note: The first nuclear submarine (US) Nautilus arrived at the North Pole on August 1958, 8, and then completed its underwater voyage across the polar regions.The article uses only special events at that time and place. The people on the submarine don’t have these names, and they certainly haven’t encountered evil gods (hey) The author made up what the inside of the submarine looks like

Explain the level of technology in this era: In 1957, the Soviet Union launched the first artificial satellite in human history

In 1958, the United States launched a second

Also in the past two years, the Antarctic Treaty was concluded, and scientific research stations in various countries were successively established

----

There are dinosaurs on the plateau of South America, which comes from "The Lost World", which tells the story of an adventure team discovering prehistoric creatures on the plateau of South America and embarking on a great survival adventure. The author of this novel is very familiar to us, Conan Doyle .

Yes, you read that right, the author of Sherlock Holmes.

In fact, besides dinosaurs, he also wrote ancient Egyptian curses and mummies... It is said that Conan Doyle likes to write science fiction and historical adventure novels, but fate and readers force him to become a detective novelist for a lifetime (how miserable)