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Chapter 699 Storm!storm!
In the north of Jakarta, at another small pier on the north side of Tanjung Priok Port, a man carrying a heavy backpack and wearing a nautical suit stepped on an old fishing boat.

"You are going to go to sea?" The owner of the fishing boat squatted on the deck with a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a worn-out vest. He looked up at the man wearing sunglasses. He squinted at the man, "You know the typhoon is coming, don't you?" !"

Next to it, from the dilapidated radio, an unfeeling male voice announced: "On March 3th, pi la... hiss... a low pressure area formed in the waters northwest of Palawan Island in the Philippines, pi la... "

The sound of the dilapidated radio seemed to be disturbed by something. The owner of the fishing boat stretched out his scorched finger and flicked it with a "pop", and the radio finally rang again: "The Joint Typhoon Warning Center issued a tropical storm at 3:96 p.m. Disturbance number 30W. Benefited from the sea surface temperature close to [-] degrees Celsius, as well as the environment with weak vertical wind shear and good low-level convergence... 啦啦啦啦..."

I can't hear you again.

"Don't worry, the money that should be given to you is indispensable to you!" The man spoke American English, under the sunglasses, his eyes with crow's feet narrowed and his brows were frowned, obviously very unhappy.

"I know you foreigners are very rich, but if you lose people, no amount of money will be of any use..." The boat owner muttered unhappily.

But he still stood up, waved to the man and said, "Come on!"

The man climbed onto the fishing boat, and immediately frowned at the messy environment.

The fishy smell and dirty bloody water made it almost impossible for people to step down.

But there is no way, at this time, only this ship is willing to go to sea.

He still pays a lot of money.

This man is Jeffrey, an oceanographer at the California Institute of Technology.

He flew from the United States to Indonesia, and then through a friend who worked in the US Navy, he contacted a local local snake in Indonesia, and through this local snake, he found the fishing boat.

I heard that Gu Xiaobai is at sea now, as the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy will win every battle. He wants to take a closer look to see what happened to that whale.

"Let's go." Jeffrey said to the captain.

"Wait a minute, there is one more person."

"Anyone else?" Jeffrey's eyes widened, and then he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Why, you just want to take my boat, not charter my boat. If you pay me three times the price, I will immediately sail without saying a word!"

Jeffrey is confused.

He should be considered a high-income class in the United States, but the cost of hiring a boat to go to sea at this time is really too high.

Just when Jeffrey was hesitating, another man dressed similarly to him appeared on the pier.

With a heavy backpack, wearing sunglasses, and speaking Indonesian, he talked to the boat boss, climbed onto the boat, and was stunned.

"Jeffrey!"

"Subianto!"

Two people look at me and I look at you.

Almost hit directly.

Jeffrey never expected that he would meet Subianto here.

Although the two have never met, they already know each other's information very well.

Although the academic status between the two people is not equal, but at this moment, they meet on a narrow road.

Almost got into a fight.

Finally, the two of them rationally did not do anything.

After all, no one has much confidence in their own force.

Seeing the two people glaring at me, I glaring at you, the boss of the boat took a few of his younger brothers and hugged his shoulders to watch the excitement for 5 minutes, and asked: "Are you going to fight or not? If you don't, I will set sail!"

"Coward!"

"Pussy!"

Several fishermen muttered a few words nearby, and the fishing boat vibrated and started to run.

Next to it, a hissing sound came from the dilapidated radio: "The convective cloud belt of this system exposes and consolidates the low-level circulation center, showing the prototype of a tropical cyclone... The Joint Typhoon Warning Center issued the system at 20 am on the 5th. The system upgraded to a tropical depression and was given Tropical Cyclone Designation 03W..."

"Guided by the subtropical high pressure ridge, the system moved westward at a speed of about 25 kilometers per hour. The Japan Meteorological Agency officially upgraded the system to a tropical storm at 3:10 p.m. and named it Beluga..."

On the Zhongjun, a low and emotionless voice came from the radio.

Wang Guanshan frowned and listened.

"Captain, the typhoon is coming." Next to him, the first officer whispered, "Should we return to the voyage? Or avoid the voyage?"

Next to him, Gu Xiaobai frowned suddenly, stretched out his hand, pressed his left ear, and shook his head.

"This buzzing sound is really annoying!"

buzzing sound?Where is the buzzing sound?

Wang Guanshan listened curiously, could it be the sound of a machine running?This sound is not a day or two, don't you quite like this kind of white noise?

Gu Xiaobai took the earphone next to him, put it on, and then closed his eyes.

I hide!

"Ahhh, why is there still a buzzing sound..." Gu Xiaobai was a little mad.

On the treasure ship, Zheng He listened in wonder, but heard nothing at all.

"Can't you all hear?" Gu Xiaobai frowned.

Everyone shook their heads.

Gu Xiaobai walked out of the cabin, searching as he walked, as if looking for where the sound came from.

It is a pity that human beings are not sensitive to the direction of low-frequency sound by nature, and there is no way to do this. After all, the wavelength of low-frequency sound is too long, and it is difficult to locate its direction.

After wandering around, Gu Xiaobai didn't find anything.

Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

Next to him, Jiang Hailong also looked up at the sky.

The sea looked calm and calm, and in the distance, there were thin, fish-scale clouds arranged above the sea level.

His face suddenly changed.

On the surface of the sea, some seabirds flew from afar and landed on the deck, and they refused to leave despite being chased away. Several cooks were happily preparing to spin nets to catch some of them.

But some experienced old boatmen showed worried expressions.

On the surface of the sea, a family of humpback whales swam from afar and surrounded the flagship of the treasure ship, making shrill calls.

Gu Xiaobai listened to a few words, and his complexion suddenly changed.

"The storm is coming!"

"Storm! Storm!"

Gu Xiaobai and Jiang Hailong yelled together.

The two looked at each other and saw each other's panic.

how is this possible?According to historical records, when Zheng He sailed to the West, he never encountered a storm!
But what's going on now?

On board, several experienced boatmen also screamed in panic, causing a commotion.

Gu Xiaobai pressed one of his ears and closed his eyes.

Low-frequency infrasound waves, even beyond the hearing of human beings, propagate on the surface of the sea.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai couldn't hear this sound at all, but the fluff in his ear could feel the sound pressure from the infrasound wave, and his brain automatically converted this signal into an ultra-low frequency buzzing Voice.

It's like a heartbeat that has slowed countless times.

A storm is like a life.

It develops slowly from the low pressure on the sea surface, sometimes it will exist for several days or even several months.

Then from the low pressure, it slowly develops until it reaches the critical value, and a super storm is born!
And this sound is the heartbeat of the storm!

(End of this chapter)