Deep Sea Survival: Start a Submarine Chapter 48

The rather scribbled handwriting clearly appeared before the eyes as the sediment fell off the table.

That font is not a Chinese character, and does not belong to any of the text structures on the Blue Star that Meng Lei is familiar with. It should be a common language of some alien planet.

However, while seeing those words.

The brain gave an interpretation in an instant, allowing Meng Lei to understand the meaning expressed.

Regrettably, most of the writing in that corner was wiped out by rust as the table was corroded by seawater.

Meng Lei could only vaguely distinguish a few short words that he could barely piece together.

"Painting skin?"

"parasitic?!"

Looking at those strange words, Meng Lei frowned slightly.

He knew each of these words, but the specific meaning they represented was very puzzling.

Especially in this place, it is even more confusing.

For Meng Lei, a native of Kyushu, the original meaning of the painted skin was all too familiar.

In ancient ghost novels, painted skins are mostly evil ghosts in human skin, seducing the opposite **** with their delicate skins, so as to achieve the purpose of poaching hearts and livers.

This word contains a strong atmosphere of Kyushu culture.

Not to mention aliens, even on Blue Star, it is unique, with clear and clear cultural boundaries and styles.

However, when the ghost described in the Kyushu culture appeared in the form of a text on an alien wreck.

The strange sense of time and space confusion made Meng Lei suddenly feel a big headache.

In particular, the so-called painted skin here does not seem to be just for a certain kind of existence.

"Painting Skin Teaching..."

"Teach what? Teaching skin painting? Painting skin teacher? Painting skin education? Or painting skin believer, painting skin pope? Painting skin church?"

A word "teaching" can be derived from countless interpretations.

According to the literal meaning, the more reliable related words are probably Christians, Popes, churches and the like.

However, no matter what the situation is, it seems to be inseparable from the religious aspect.

This makes it even more difficult to understand.

A religious organization named after a painted skin, what kind of existence would that be?

What is the inseparable relationship with the sinking of this submarine?

At this moment, Meng Lei faintly felt that he seemed to have grasped the hair of the truth, and with a little force, he could hold the truth in his hands!

Unfortunately, the truth is that hair loss is too serious.

Just relying on the few hair tips that are free at the fingertips is obviously not enough.

Too little information is known about it.

Immediately, Meng Lei hurried forward and quickly wiped off all the sediment on the entire table, revealing the complete table top.

He tries to find more clues to help him solve the mystery of the sinking ship.

At the same time, it can also gain a deeper understanding of the historical background and worldview of this planet.

The snow-like white deposits, under the interweaving of red and white light, seemed to ripple like a thick fog.

There was not much time, and Meng Lei didn't dare to wait for the sediment to completely disperse, so he immediately put it on the table and looked up carefully.

The traces of depiction like a ghost's talisman, dragons and phoenixes dance, spread all over the desktop.

Through the different depths of nicks, one can probably guess that this should have been engraved bit by bit with a sharp tool such as a knife and fork, through frantic friction.

And the structure of those characters is flamboyant and chaotic, revealing a madness invisibly.

It seems that the master who portrayed these words was already on the verge of collapse at that time.

I wrote these messages, perhaps not to inform the latecomers, but just to vent.

Meng Lei took a deep breath, without making too many useless guesses, and quickly browsed the contents of the message.

It is a pity that even though this restaurant has been in a sealed state, it has been soaked in the deep sea for too long.

The entire table was corroded in a large area, and the dark red rust coat covered the surface, and there were only a few words that could be distinguished from it.

Meng Lei briefly summarized that there were only a few meaningful words.

"fever…"

"Premeditated..."

"Painting Skin Teaching..."

"parasitic…"

"go home…"

"Mining Center..."

"There is no hope..."

In addition, there are also some single-presented words that cannot be deciphered for any meaning.

And only through these simple words, Meng Lei can't restore too much truth.

However, the repeated mention of the word "parasitic" in the text made Meng Lei vaguely have some guesses.

There is a high probability that the crew on this submarine may be infected with some kind of terrible parasite.

This parasite rapidly multiplied and spread, infecting most of the crew one after another, eventually causing the situation to get out of control.

In order to avoid being infected, the remaining crew members had to gather and sealed themselves in the dining room.

But due to the loss of control, the submarine inevitably hit the rocks and sank, burying all the secrets in the dead and cold deep sea.

This is the most reasonable explanation that Meng Lei can think of through these words.

As for the transmission route of this parasite, and the changes it brings to the body after being parasitized, these are unknown.

More clues are needed to decipher it all.

"It seems that I still underestimate the terrifying degree of this alien ocean."

Meng Lei retracted his gaze and took a deep breath.

The threat of various alien sea monsters has not yet been resolved, and unknown existences that can affect spiritual consciousness have not surfaced.

Now, there is another terrifying parasitic creature that threatens the player's progress.

This made the already difficult road of survival ~www.mtlnovel.com~ even worse.

Meng Lei suddenly felt that instead of living a life of fear like this every day, it would be better to just hit him to death.

"Forget it, it's better to die than live, just be more careful in the future."

"As long as you live, there is hope!"

"I don't believe it anymore. With a golden finger, can you be killed by things at the physical level? Afraid of a ball!"

Meng Lei is an optimistic person.

The reason why I feel at a loss for a moment is also due to the game settings of this underworld, which blows my mentality a bit.

But soon, he immediately adjusted his mentality and regained his strength.

The oxygen supply system of the diving suit frantically issued an alarm, and there was no more time to delay.

The valuable clues in this restaurant are probably the text messages carved on this table.

Since there is no more exploration value, Meng Lei no longer wastes time, and quickly returns along the route he came from.

At this time, a huge gap was cut as the airtight hatch was cut.

The corpses in the dining room began to slowly drift out of the cabin along the inclination of the hull under the action of buoyancy.

However, before they could float out of the hatch, Meng Lei pressed his head and pushed them back one by one.

joke.

Although these guys have no offensive power, they are numerous and extremely scary.

If you let them run away like this, they will come back after waiting, and they will definitely float all over the boat.

At that time, turning a corner and encountering one or two in the passage from time to time will not only seriously affect Meng Lei's judgment on the crisis.

The point is, that scene was also terrifying.

Even an atheist can't stand it!

Chapter end