The Survival of the Deep Sea: Starting Submarines
chapter 48's

A somewhat doodling handwriting clearly appeared before the eyes as sediment fell from the table.

The font was not a Chinese character, and did not belong to any of the text structures in the Blue Star that Meng Lei was familiar with. It should be the common language of some alien planet.

But when I saw those words.

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

Unfortunately, most of the writing in the corner was rusted because the table was eroded by sea water.

Meng Lei could only vaguely discern a few short words that she could barely muster.

"Painting leather?"

"parasites?!"

Seeing those strange words, Meng Lei frowned slightly.

He knew each of these words, but the specific meaning it represented was very confusing.

Especially in this place, it gets even more confusing.

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

In ancient ghost novels, the painted skin was mostly a malevolent ghost in human skin, seducing the opposite sex with smooth skin, to achieve the purpose of the hunt of the heart and heart.

This word contains a thick Kyushu cultural atmosphere.

Not to mention aliens, even in Blue Star, it was unique, with clear and obvious cultural boundaries and styles.

However, when ghosts are depicted in Kyushu culture appear in the form of texts about alien carcasses.

The strange feeling about time and the confusion of space made Meng Lei suddenly feel a great headache.

In particular, the so-called painted leather here seems not only to be of a certain type of existence.

"Teaching Painting the Skin..."

"Tell what? Teaching skin painting? Teacher painting skin? Painting leather education? Or paint the skin of the believer, paint the skin of the pope? Painting church skins?"

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

According to its literal meaning, more reliable related words may be Christians, Popes, churches, and the like.

However, regardless of the situation, it seems that it is inseparable from the religious aspect.

This makes it even harder to understand.

A religious organization named for its painted skin, what kind of existence is it?

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

At this moment, Meng Lei faintly felt that she seemed to have grasped the hair of truth, and with a hint of strength, she could hold the truth in her hands!

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

Just relying on a few free ends of the hair at the fingertips is clearly not enough.

There is too little known information about him.

Immediately, Meng Lei rushed forward and quickly removed all the deposits on the entire table, exposing 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 the planet.

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

There wasn't much time, and Meng Lei didn't dare to wait for the sediment to completely disperse, so she immediately placed it on the table and looked up carefully.

Traces of depictions such as phantom amulets, dragons and dancing phoenixes, are scattered throughout the desktop.

Through the different depths of nicks, one might be able to guess that these should have been carved bit by bit with sharp tools like knives and forks, through great friction.

And the character structure is flamboyant and chaotic, revealing an invisible madness.

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

I write these messages, perhaps not to tell those who are late, but simply to vent.

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

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

The entire table was corroded over a large area, and a layer of deep red rust covered the surface, and there were only a few words that could be distinguished from it.

"fever…"

"Planned ..."

"Teaching Painting the Skin..."

"parasite..."

"go home…"

"Mining Center ..."

"There is no hope..."

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

And just through these simple words, Meng Lei was unable to restore too much truth.

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

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

These parasites quickly multiply and spread, infecting most of the crew one after another, eventually causing the situation to become uncontrollable.

To avoid getting infected, the remaining crew members must assemble and seal themselves in the dining room.

But losing control, the submarine inevitably crashes into the rocks and sinks, burying all the secrets in the dead and cold deep sea.

This was the most reasonable explanation Meng Lei could think of through these words.

As for the route of transmission of this parasite, and the changes it brings to the body after it has been parasitized, this is unknown.

More clues are needed to decipher everything.

"It seems I'm still underestimating the frightening level of this alien ocean."

Meng Lei withdrew her gaze and took a deep breath.

The threat of various alien sea monsters had not been resolved, and an unknown existence that could affect spiritual awareness had yet to emerge.

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

This makes the already difficult survival path ~www.mtlnovel.com~ even worse.

Meng Lei suddenly felt that instead of living in this kind of fear every day, it was better to beat her 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 anymore. With a golden finger, can you be killed by things on a physical level? Scared ball!"

Meng Lei was an optimistic person.

The reason why I felt confused for a moment was also because of the game setting in this underworld, which slightly destroyed my mentality.

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

The oxygen supply system of the wetsuit frantically issued an alarm, and there was no longer any time to delay.

A valuable hint at this restaurant might be the text message engraved on this table.

As there was no longer any exploration value, Meng Lei no longer wasted time, and quickly returned along her original route.

At this moment, a large crack was cut because the airtight hatch was cut.

Bodies in the dining room began to slowly drift out of the cabin along the slope of the hull under the action of buoyancy.

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

jest.

Although these people did not possess any offensive power, they were numerous and extremely frightening.

If you let them escape like this, they will come back after waiting, and they will definitely float on the boat.

At that moment, turning the corner and facing one or two trips from time to time would not only seriously affect Meng Lei's assessment of the crisis.

The scene was scary too.

Even an atheist can't stand it!