Mystery: Paradox Path

"Damn, we have to stop! It's just one night. In one night, the ship has already run for more than ten days. If it goes on like this, it will only cross the last safety line in a few hours. Wait for it. Rush through the sea of ​​white whales, and everything is over!"

In the captain's room, the captain was holding his head, looking desperately at the storm that was being swept away in front of him. Beside him, there were several punishers who belonged to the Church of the Storm.

The leader of this team is a man with the temperament of a civilian. He wears gold-rimmed glasses and does not have the usual tattoos of storm followers. Hearing the captain's words, he said in a depressed tone:

"We have terminated the ritual, but the storm does not mean to stop, it is very likely that too many rituals have been activated at the same time on this ship, resulting in the interaction between the rituals, which is an extremely rare natural secret. technique..."

"I don't want to know the reason, I can only tell you, if this ship doesn't stop, it will rush into the dead sea! Damn, no one will drill into that place except the lunatics of the Aurora Society!"

The captain scratched his head vigorously, but at this moment, the ship suddenly trembled violently, and a series of explosions came from the stern direction. The captain's cabin poured out, and before they could leave the bridge, they saw thick smoke rising from the stern part of the ship, and at the same time, the ship began to tremble constantly in the violent airflow.

"I knew that the rubbish of the heart of machinery was unreliable!"

...

"I knew this thing wouldn't last long!"

At the same time that the captain of the clerk who had the temperament of a civilian on behalf of the punishment rebuked, the captain of the Heart of Machinery team also said similar words at the same time.

He is a craftsman. In modern terms, he is a mechanical expert. Although he can use his extraordinary power to create some machines that are beyond the times, no matter how detached from the times, he pushes a giant ship to run wild all night. It is finally overloaded.

However, he thought that the collapse would be a gradual process, but he did not expect that almost all the thrusters would be scrapped in just a few seconds.

"Deacon, look carefully, this means that the tolerances of the parts you made are small!" The young man who was reprimanded just last night didn't know if he was speaking seriously that made people think he was provocative, but the people in the heart of the machine In the eyes, this is indeed a compliment.

Is there any other reason for a set of propellers to be finished at the same time, apart from small tolerances and consistent lifespan?

Although this kind of compliment made the deacon feel a lot better, but then, he was no longer in a happy mood, because the giant ship was trembling wildly.

"Deacon, this ship won't shatter, will it?"

"Didn't you draw a force analysis diagram yesterday?"

"The result of the force analysis chart is that it exceeds the bearing limit of wood!"

"Crack!"

The somewhat unbalanced ship at high speed smashed the ice below,

From the original skating state, it was directly pressed into the water. The sliding friction between the two ice surfaces and the resistance to breaking the water directly were incomparable. Almost instantly, the whole ship began to tremble violently.

The bow of the ship started to sway uncontrollably from side to side, and the mysterious power that lined up the storm also began to become unstable during such shaking.

The air flow broke through the fairing-like energy field and blew on the deck. Almost immediately, the mast let out an overwhelmed groan.

Fortunately, at the moment when the mutation occurred last night, the captain asked the sailors to put away the sails, otherwise, this one stroke would be enough to lift the whole ship out.

However, the current situation is not very good. The strong air resistance directly hit the hull, but at this moment, aura of light suddenly rose, different forces acted on the ship, and the huge ship suddenly shattered. .

Whoa!

Torrential rain, strong winds, shocks...

"Damn, why did you break the boat? Even a Beyonder of the Sailor Path would never be able to swim to the coast under such circumstances!"

The broken bridge fell on the sea. After the captain spat out a mouthful of blood, he immediately questioned loudly. The captain of the Punisher Squad was obviously not feeling well either. said:

"In the situation just now, only by breaking the ship and letting the shattered hull absorb most of the impact can we survive. Fortunately, there are not many people with brains on board."

"But……"

"He's right." When the captain who was crushed at the cultural level was about to say something, a voice suddenly joined the conversation. Several people followed the voice at the same time and saw a few standing on a deck of debris. The person is floating not far away, and the person who speaks seems to be a deacon of the Heart of Machinery in Pritz Harbor.

He twisted his wet clothes, glanced at the messy sea, and sighed:

"Even if we don't smash the ship, the ship will also shatter under the impact just now, and the large pieces of wreckage will sink into the sea and cause huge vortexes, which will be more troublesome then, but the damage we received It’s still a little too small, it should be someone who used extraordinary abilities to do something while smashing it, maybe it’s the lawyer path, maybe it’s the guardian, maybe it’s something else…”

"You're still young?" The pale-faced captain didn't care who was involved in destroying the ship. He turned his head and looked at the passengers who were struggling to climb up the debris on the sea. He was in bad shape.

However, as the line of sight swept across, the captain's professional instinct still made him discover some problems——

"The number is wrong!"

"Number?" Deacon of the Heart of Machine glanced at the words, and his expression became solemn:

"How many people are on the Marivis?"

"Although it is not full, more than 300 tickets have been sold this time. Even if you don't count six or seven people like you who bought one ticket, there should be more than 600 people. Including the crew, there are 1,000 people. There are always." The captain took a deep breath, "Now these people add up to seventy or eighty at most. Where are the rest?"

...

"It's time to intimidate the dice of probability again... Fortunately, I haven't changed the Eye of All Black to Mr. Demon." Klein watched the dice of probability calm down again, and Klein quickly dealt with the Eye of All Black and Iron Cigarette case, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and counted the time silently:

"Should be able to hold it until it is handed over to Darkwill's connector, and there is no need to do anything."

Thinking of this, Klein worriedly considered another question:

"The all-black eye has appeared in front of the true creator, and there is also his spiritual pollution. If you take it out every few hours, you may be locked by him and send a strong person to look for it."

"However, it only takes one or two minutes at a time. It shouldn't be a big problem. Even if they notice it, their sense of the unknown shouldn't be too accurate. Alas, it involves the real creator, and there is no way to determine it by divination. You can only be vigilant. Fortunately, , this is the last time recently, and I will reach my destination in seven or eight hours...why should I set up a flag for myself, blah blah blah, I didn't think about anything just now!"

Klein picked up the probability dice and returned to the living room, but before he could say hello to the lethargic fat pharmacist, he suddenly heard the captain's notice from the brass sound tube on the ship—

"Dear passengers, we found some poor people who were shipwrecked at sea. In accordance with the rules of the sea, we need to rescue them..."