Chapter 715 The Birth of Negative Emotions
The sled was speeding across the snowfield. Six strong sled dogs were running in the wind. Their thick and long hair was covered with dry snow and quickly disappeared in the wind.
The cold continued to invade, my limbs gradually became stiff, and the fingers holding the reins were so cold that they were almost numb and covered with frost.
The two dead deer on the sled seemed to have faded in color, covered with a light grayish-white color, with a cold and hard luster, and frozen like a stone.
Bifang's feeling was correct. The temperature in the Arctic dropped sharply tonight and it was unusually cold. He stretched his stiff fingers and took out a thermometer from his arms.
The orange-red liquid was particularly eye-catching. Twenty, ten, zero, minus thirty, forty, fifty...
From the internal environment to the external environment, the liquid column in the thermometer undergoes amazing elasticity.
Bifang's gaze quickly moved downward along the rapidly shrinking liquid column, watching it shorten little by little, and finally stabilize at minus fifty degrees Celsius, with a trend of further decline!
Such exaggerated temperature changes made the netizens open their mouths wide and feel unbelievable. Ordinary people will never encounter such extreme temperatures in their lifetime!
[Fuck, minus fifty-three degrees? ]
[Isn’t this too exaggerated? ]
[Is the snowstorm coming again? ]
[It doesn't look like that]
"stop!"
Bifang pulled the reins suddenly and stopped the sled. He quickly pulled out the musk ox skin from under the reindeer, unfolded it and put it on his body to block out the cold wind.
"It shouldn't be a blizzard, just a little windy. The temperature dropped more than I thought, but it was not unexpected. The low temperature plus the darkness, this is the real Arctic polar night."
"My clothes can only withstand temperatures as low as -30 degrees Celsius. Above this range, it is difficult to provide sufficient warmth."
The two reindeer skins had not been tanned yet and were raw hides. They were as hard as stone slabs and could not be used at all.
[It's so cold, how about lighting a fire to warm yourself up before going over? ]
An audience member suggested that Bifang take a break and find a place to replenish his energy, but Bifang rejected the suggestion: "No, I have to go back right now. It's minus 50 degrees Celsius, and it only takes a moment for ice to form. For the gray whale, this means that the area of the ice cave will shrink rapidly. I have to go back and see it in person to feel at ease."
[Shh, I almost forgot about this]
[Didn't Lao Fang leave a drone over there? Didn't you guys see it? ]
[What's the situation? ]
[We are already rescuing people...]
really……
Not surprised at all, Bifang bit the rope, tightened the rope around his waist, fixed the musk ox skin on his body, and started driving the sled again, heading towards the gray whale.
But when Bifang grasped the reins again, he found that his fingers were even stiffer than before.
Bifang had never expected that his cheeks and nose would freeze so quickly, nor did he expect that his fingers would lose sensation in such a short time, as if they were separated from his body. He couldn't even grab a few ropes, and he even had to use his eyes to know whether he was holding it in his hands.
The wires connecting the fingertips to the body seemed to be short-circuited.
Bifang concentrated all his energy, and his stiff fingers finally began to tremble. He flexed his joints, making a frightening sound, as if they were filled with smoothie.
In order to avoid freezing to death, Bifang could only hold the rope with one hand and put the other hand in his arms, trying to restore some temperature.
Cold air.
But none of that mattered. The fire was already burning, dancing with life in a crackling rhythm before his eyes.
The cold air corrodes all objects with temperature.
On the ice field, the roar of the engine still continues. It runs non-stop for 24 hours and has not frozen due to the low temperature. It is still generating residual heat.
The number of people around was reduced by half. The temperature of fifty degrees below zero trapped most of the tourists in the rooms of the Thesis, greedily absorbing the heat in the pipes.
The hull was shaking from side to side to break the ice, shaking people's brains so much that many people began to vomit. In such a situation, negative emotions inevitably emerged.
"Damn it, I shouldn't have agreed to this, this whole thing is so stupid!"
" I ruined my trip for three whales !"
"There is no need for that at all. Extinction is its fate. It is because it cannot adapt to the environment that it should be eliminated!"
The sailor walked through the corridor holding the escalator. Through the door, he faintly heard the complaints of several men, mixed with the sound of cards being played, as if they were playing cards.
In the face of negative emotions, some people refute them.
"That's enough. You could have voted in favor of it when the vote was taken. You were also very happy when you were cutting the ice. Can't you bear a little frustration? Don't tell me that when you agreed, you didn't imagine how you would brag to your colleagues!"
"Yes, it's only temporary. There's no point in objecting now. I just hope this matter can be over as soon as possible. After all, it's a rare experience."
The sailor breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had some negative emotions, fortunately they were not too many and were all under control.
The sailor who confirmed the passenger's condition grabbed the handrail and walked to the upper deck. When the hull tilted again, he changed his center of gravity in time and moved steadily upwards. In the room, several men were still arguing.
"What a load of shit, the boat is rocking again and I can't even aim at the toilet when I pee!"
"FUCK, I was wondering why the mat was covered in piss, it turned out to be you!!!"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, hey, calm down, damn it, Mance, you're not going to sit on it directly, are you?"
"Damn you, you little bastard! I'm going to kick your ass with my pointy boots and practice boxing with your mother's tombstone!"
…
"Hurry up! Without the sun, it will be hard for the temperature here to recover. The ice will only get thicker. We must keep moving forward!"
The first mate returned to the boat to rest, and the second mate took over the scene again. There were only twelve people on the scene, seven of whom were sailors and only five tourists, all wearing thick coats.
"If you can't bear it, just tell us in advance and we will send you back!"
As sailors sailing on the Arctic Ocean, they have a strong adaptability to such low temperature environment and their physical fitness is much stronger than that of the passengers.
"No, we can hold on."
"If it really doesn't work, I'll bring it up."
"Yeah, don't underestimate us!"
Several passengers shouted, their enthusiasm not dampened by the severe cold.
"Okay, then continue. Don't let the ice freeze!"
Originally, after digging a cave, you just need to dig the next one. But now, not only do you have to dig the next one, but you also have to keep an eye on the previous one to prevent ice from freezing the gray whales' breathing windows.
However, faced with the heavier workload, the number of people working was reduced by half. Everyone had to endure the severe cold and do twice the work.
The teeth of the chainsaw have become dull from constant use.
A sailor just cut the ice, but in the blink of an eye, the sea water overflowed from the gap and froze the two together again. He was so angry that he kicked it directly, but the sailor forgot one thing: the ice surface that was wetted by the sea water and constantly frozen and washed was extremely smooth.
As soon as he stepped on it, the sailor felt that he lost control of his right foot and his whole body suddenly slid into the cave.
"careful!"
The second mate, who was staring at everyone, suddenly shouted, but it was too late.
