Chapter 247 Tuba's Recognition

Seeing that the first mate understood what he meant, Charles was lying on the ground gasping for breath. At this moment, he felt an unusual pain in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with pink bubbles.

"Mr. Charles, what happened? Are you okay?" The worried Lily ran over first and asked cautiously.

"Go away, this guy swims too fast and has decompression sickness, can't you stop halfway for a while? You get it once and you get it a second time. Hey, you guys, carry him to the Go to the medical room." The doctor holding the flagon ordered the sailors watching the theater nearby.

Charles, who was being carried by the sailors, slowly moved towards the cabin. When Charles found that there were no tentacles sticking out on the dark sea, he was completely relieved.

It was already five hours after Charles finished his treatment.

With some complexion on his face, he lay on the hospital bed, recalling what he saw in the water just now. Although the thing was not big, Charles seemed to feel that it possessed some kind of "divinity."

The kind of extreme fear gushing out from the depths of his heart that almost swallowed his whole soul is definitely not something that ordinary aquatic monsters can possess.

Charles estimated that if he stared at the eyeball for a while longer, he might collapse on the spot.

"How about it, did you find what you want in the sea?" The doctor sat down on the stool next to him, and took the flagon from Linda next to him.

Charles shook his head. "No, but I found a map of the underwater island. After I need to identify it carefully, I will go to the sea again to look for it. The success rate will be much higher."

"What? Are you still going down? Aren't you afraid of meeting something else??" Linda and the doctor were very surprised by Charles' decision.

There was a hint of hesitation on Charles' face, but he finally nodded. "Well, I have to go down, there's definitely something in there."

He has already gone into the sea once, and this time he can avoid his previous mistakes.

And although it was said that there were many dangers in the sea last time, no one was injured, and the following is not a hopeless situation.

"Okay, you are the captain, listen to you. I will prepare herbs for you to launch into the water. Don't get decompression sickness again this time. If you get it again, just throw your lungs away."

The doctor struggled to sit up but couldn't get up for a long time. In the end, Linda next to him gave him a hand.

"I need you to help me? I'm not old yet!" The doctor shook off Lingda's hand and limped towards another room.

Glancing at the doctor's back, Charles looked at the believers in front of him and asked, "Why are you here?"

"The doctor asked me to learn treatment from him. He is dying. He is afraid that he will die. There is no ship doctor on board." Linda replied calmly.

Listening to the voice of the doctor cursing in another room, Charles felt a little gloomy. I am afraid that another crew member will leave the Narwhal soon.

He immediately put away this unnecessary pity. He didn't need it, and neither did the doctor. He had more important things to do now.

The black ink of the pen quickly draws straight lines on the paper of the diary.

According to memory, Charles reproduced the map of the sunken island. After various exercises, his technique of drawing maps has become very superb.

The chimney of the Narwhal stopped emitting black smoke again, and the chief mate came to the medical room in bandages, and drew a picture with his captain.

"We've already passed by. When you drive the boat another five nautical miles towards 1 o'clock, you should reach the top of the project laboratory. It should be easier to dive directly from above." Charles said to the bandage, Bandage nodded silently.

It turned out that Charles was calculating where the Narwhal is currently located above the island, so as to facilitate the dive.

"No, no, there's nothing you're looking for there." A voice came from behind Charles abruptly.

When Charles turned his head, he found that it was Tuba who was holding a large group of colorful mice. He had changed into clean clothes and shaved all the hair on his head, looking extraordinarily energetic.

He saw Charles looking at himself, rubbing a mouse on its smooth head with his hands, as if embarrassed. "Little Lily said, if I don't wash it off, she won't let her friends play with me, so I just wash it off."

"I didn't ask you this, what did you mean by what you just said?" Charles Mingrui noticed the abnormality in Tuba's words just now.

"Look at mine, I'll help you draw." Tuba grabbed Charles' pen and began to scribble on the diary.

"The place you drew has been changed a long time ago. They held a lot of morning meetings to change the place. In fact, the 319 you want is placed here. You go from here, then from here to here, and then from here to drill. Just go in and you'll be there."

Looking at the unrecognizable map, Charles looked at Tuba in great surprise, "How did you know I was looking for 319? And how do you know the location of 319?"

"Aren't you looking for 319? Of course I know you're looking for 319, and I've lived in this place for a long time. 319 and I are good friends."

"Good friend? Is 319 alive?!" Charles' voice suddenly rose a notch.

"No, it's a printer, but who said that people can't be friends with things?" Tuba said with a very natural expression.

Listening to the crazy words, the corners of Charles' mouth twitched, "Sorry, you speak so normally, I almost forgot that you are crazy."

Tuba smiled hey hey, as if Charles was complimenting him.

However, his face suddenly turned aside, and he whispered into Charles's ear furtively, "After you go down, remember not to go to Gate 3, there seems to be something amazing closed inside."

Charles tensed up, "There are many dangerous relics on the main island?"

Tuba tilted his head thinking. "Uh... It's not dangerous. The relics in that place can't move or speak, but if you play with them, many bad things will happen, such as someone's head growing out of your body."

"Oh, by the way, when you go down later, remember to find 372 at gate 15 for me. When I played Texas Hold'em last time, both it and 246 owed me money."

Charles looked at Tuba thoughtfully in front of him. This lunatic seemed to know a lot about the main island of the Foundation, and he might be able to get more clues from him.

He grabbed the pen in Tuba's hand and started to draw quickly, and soon Charles drew out the indescribable thing that was buried in the bone.

"Do you have any impression of this thing? Is it a relic from the main island? What's the weakness?"

Looking at the tentacle eyeballs on the paper, Tuba showed a trace of doubt on his face. "It seems a little familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

The bandage on the side looked at the two with a blank expression, asking and answering.

But when his eyes swept over Charles's painting, his whole body was shocked. "Captain...alive..."