"We're in a funnel-shaped vortex."

Jennifer had noticed this phenomenon when the submarine accelerated.

At first, on the surface, our submarine drifted in a large circle. Jennifer initially thought it was the influence of underwater currents.

By observing the submarine's "diving" state for a period of time, and the situation after the emergency acceleration after being surrounded by ugly mermaids, Jennifer noticed that the submarine was actually moving in a spiral during the diving process.

Moreover, the spiral was getting smaller and smaller, and the resistance of the water flow was getting greater and greater.

"If you pull the plug from the drain of a water-filled pool, the water will spirally converge into the drain, but..." Jennifer paused, "However, the direction of the water flow in this sea area is outward, the water is gushing out from a certain location..."

After listening to Jennifer's description, I quickly asked Han Yu, "Dr. Han, what is this physical phenomenon?"

Han Yu shook her head: "These phenomena are beyond my comprehension."

This was the first time I had seen Han Yu at a loss, and from this, I realized that the danger of this adventure had exceeded our imagination.

The submarine struggled against the current towards the source of the vortex. As the submarine gradually went deeper into the ocean, we clearly felt that the speed of the submarine was getting slower and slower, but the visibility was getting brighter and brighter. We saw many strange marine creatures and fierce and brutal predation processes, marine creatures that absolutely do not exist in the Earth's oceans.

However, the shapes of these creatures were vaguely familiar, as if they had real-world references in the Earth's oceans.

We saw two-headed sea turtles without tails; fish with butterfly wings; starfish with human faces and protruding eyeballs, the starfish's six legs wriggling nimbly like the tentacles of an octopus to hunt; and giant sea snakes with snake heads but bodies with claws similar to those of eagles, but more slender and powerful, and the sea snakes' tails were like shark tails.

In front of these behemoths, our submarine was like a small fish that wasn't enough to fill their teeth. The submarine was like a stone falling into the vast ocean, so small and insignificant.

The fatty collapsed on the ground in despair and said, "It's over, it's over, it looks like we've really come to an alien planet."

Putting aside whether we can get back, the food we brought is only enough for everyone to eat for about two months.

I don't know if it was a whim or after careful consideration, but the fatty asked Han Yu a question: "Little Yu, can you eat poop after it's been processed?"

After hearing the fatty's question, we all looked at him in astonishment, but the fatty said nonchalantly, "I'm not really going to eat it, I just suddenly thought of asking."

After such a long "cold war," Han Yu and the fatty's relationship finally eased a little. She was amused by the fatty: "There are a lot of bacteria and toxins in feces... of course you can't eat it."

"That's not necessarily true. The fatty is a good cook. Maybe the 'food' (shit-food) he makes is better than what people who can't cook make." I joked.

Everyone had eaten the food made by the fatty and praised his skills. With my stirring, everyone naturally associated the fatty's delicious food with poop, and couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

Rou Yi gave me a disgusted punch and said, "So disgusting!"

...

After several hours of ocean roaming, we finally discovered the source of the light underwater—densely packed point-like light sources spread out on the same plane in the ocean. Overall, it looked as if someone had laid an endless light board flat in the depths of the ocean.

All the light in the sea came from this fluorescent substance, no wonder the further we went into the depths of the sea, the clearer the visibility became. So this was the secret.

The light was too dazzling to look at directly. We couldn't tell whether these point-like light sources were living things or objects.

If the submarine continued to move forward, it would inevitably come into contact with the light source. We had no way of judging whether these light sources would cause damage to our submarine.

But the undercurrent from the other side of the light source was still pushing our submarine in the opposite direction.

Jennifer struggled against the current to stop the submarine not far from the light source and asked for our opinions.

The fatty was fearless and said, "Doesn't the submarine have torpedoes? Let's blast the hell out of it. No matter what kind of copper wall or iron wall it is, we'll blow it away with one shot."

Although the fatty's method was simple and crude, it was an effective solution.

We agreed to the fatty's method. Under Jennifer's command, we manually loaded the torpedo, and the fatty held the complex launching device.

"Fire!" Jennifer ordered.

The fatty pressed the button, and the torpedo was launched with great recoil. Although the vortex interfered with the torpedo's course, it did not affect the torpedo's progress towards the light source.

In our expectant eyes, the torpedo successfully hit the target.

But there was no explosion, and the light source did not react in any way. The torpedo disappeared silently.

"A dud?" the fatty exclaimed.

"No... it seems to have passed through that row of 'light boards'," Han Yu said.

Indeed it did.

This proved that the row of "light boards" was not a real board, and we could pass through it.

So, we decided to try to pass through the "light boards" at the same speed as the torpedo.

As the submarine's speed gradually increased, the distance between us and the "light boards" became closer and closer. Everyone was afraid to make a sound, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Approaching, approaching, approaching further...

The "light boards" were already within reach.

The strong light had made it impossible for us to continue observing the external situation.

Suddenly, a violent jolt struck, followed by a dizzying spin. Everyone in the submarine was thrown around by the rotating hull, and everyone was dizzy.

Jennifer was also thrown around by this force, but in the chaos, she grabbed the fatty. So she hugged the fatty's broad back tightly.

The fatty didn't know who had suddenly hugged him, so he subconsciously hugged the person to prevent them from being injured by the shaking.

This rotation lasted for a long time before everyone gradually adapted. Only then did the fatty realize that he had hugged two people in the panic—Jennifer in his left arm and Han Yu in his right arm.

This awkwardness made the fatty flustered and uneasy.

The rotation continued, and Jennifer slowly found the driver's seat according to the pattern of the rotation, trying to operate the controls to use the engine's thrust to offset the submarine's rotation.

Under a series of attempted operations, the submarine gradually returned to normal and stopped rotating.

I looked out through the periscope—it was an infinitely despairing, boundless darkness.