He looked at their figures, then lowered his head, stretched out his fingers, and gently stroked the lines of writing on the notebook and the cold lines on the alloy plate.
Two clues from different eras, but pointing in the same direction, met at his fingertips at this moment.
He didn't alert anyone outside.
The night is still deep.
Lin Shen stood up, carefully put away his notebook and alloy plate, and walked out of the wooden shed.
The sea breeze blew into my face with a salty and wet breath, blowing away some of the chaos in my mind.
Chen Mo and Su Wan were still surrounding the sonar device, pointing excitedly and planning the route for the next exploration.
Their enthusiasm is the most precious light in this wasteland.
