Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Sun Chengwu arrived outside the captain's cabin.

Through the glass, he could see that the captain's cabin was covered in frost and empty.

Normally, the cabins are sealed and heated.

Frost has formed inside, and the precision instruments and control panels are covered with tiny, sharp ice crystals.

This indicates that the ship has been without heating for some time, at least a day and a night.

Sun Chengwu's doubts deepened. He tried to open the captain's cabin door, but it was frozen shut.

He braced one foot against the door panel and gripped the handles tightly with both hands.

Clang... Creak...

The door opened a crack.

A chill swept over me.

Sun Chengwu took off his gloves as soon as he started climbing. After touching the ice surface multiple times, his hands were frozen purple and numb.

Sun Chengwu put his hand to his mouth and kept breathing hot air into it.

Once it got a little warmer, I tucked it into my sleeve.

He put his gloves back on and, using his inch-like strength, slowly pulled the iron gate open.

Upon entering the captain's cabin, Sun Chengwu went straight to the control panel.

He was looking for a radio transmitter.

He believed there must be electronic equipment on board that could communicate with the outside world.

The densely packed control buttons and the dazzling screen were now completely black, indicating that the power had been cut off.

Sun Chengwu searched one by one and finally found a nine-digit MMSI code.

These numbers are unique identifiers used for emergency calls.

Sun Chengwu immediately picked up the microphone next to him, adjusted the knob, and selected a channel.

The screen is black.

Sun Chengwu didn't know if the radio transmission could be sent out.

Logically, such an emergency distress radio call only requires a signal transmitter.

He gripped the microphone and shouted into it, "Call for help, number 257218874. Please respond..."

Sun Chengwu kept repeating the message, but the screen remained black, and his calls went unanswered.

After making more than ten calls, Sun Chengwu put down the receiver, turned around, and looked at the command center behind him.

He searched through the hatches one by one, but most of them were tightly closed, with the gaps covered in frost. Sun Chengwu managed to open three hatches and reach the canteen, but all the subsequent hatches were locked.

The canteen was very simple, with iron tables and chairs welded to the iron floor, and ten windows side by side, all without glass, just iron bars.

Sun Chengwu noticed that all the signs along the way were in Russian.

This should be a Russian icebreaker.

The rugged design style is very similar to the character of their country.

Sun Chengwu arrived at the back of the canteen, where iron plates were stacked together, all frozen solid.

He walked through the kitchen and found an iron door at the back.

He was looking for a warehouse to store food.

The people on the ship might disappear into thin air, but the food won't, right?

Sun Chengwu tried to open the warehouse door.

crunch...

As the ice on top loosened, the warehouse door finally opened a crack.

Sun Chengwu peered through the crack and saw that the warehouse shelves were completely empty, with nothing on them.

All the food was eaten.

In a vast warehouse, not even a single blade of grass could be found.

Besides steel, all that's left is frost.

This scene left Sun Chengwu stunned for nearly a minute.

What exactly happened to this ship?

The food is all gone, but what about the people?

Sun Chengwu retreated step by step, leaving the canteen and heading towards other cabin doors.

He wanted to find the crew's quarters.

There might be living people in the dormitory.

But he knew the chances were slim. The food was gone, and staying on the ship would only mean certain death. The people on board must have already tried to find food.

These people have most likely already set foot on Arctic land.

Sun Chengwu couldn't fathom what had happened to the ship that had left it with absolutely no food.

Don't they go back to resupply?

Could it be that they got lost?

This is even more of a fantasy.

In today's technologically advanced world, a single message is all it takes to receive rescue.

Could it be that the ship lost power first?

As Sun Chengwu pondered this, he searched around the cabin.

All the hatches he saw were covered with a thick layer of ice, which he couldn't break through on his own.

The cabin was a maze of interconnected passageways. He could only speak spoken Russian, but he didn't know the Russian language.

He couldn't even recognize the road signs.

Sun Chengwu knew that continuing to wander around would be pointless, and it was time to go back.

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Just as Sun Chengwu was about to leave, he suddenly heard a very slight, crisp tapping sound.

Clang... clang...

The tapping force was very light, but very rhythmic.

Sun Chengwu turned his head sharply, staring at the direction from which the sound came from, a hatch that was sealed shut with ice.

He ran to the cabin door, put his ear close, and listened carefully.

Clang... clang...

The sound grew softer and softer, and the intervals between the sounds became longer and longer.

Sun Chengwu tried to open the hatch again, but failed once more.

He shouted, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered, but the knocking became much louder and more rapid.

There's someone behind the door!

He was begging for help!

Sun Chengwu turned around, looking for a suitable tool.

This is the kitchen. Sun Chengwu found a cleaver and chopped fiercely at the frost on the iron door.

Ice shards flew everywhere.

Sun Chengwu chopped for a while, then stopped and listened to the sound again.

There was no sound from behind the door.

Sun Chengwu cut the ice again.

Clang...

The cleaver's blade suddenly flew off and broke into two pieces.

It's so cold here that even the steel has become brittle.

Sun Chengwu could only use the remaining half of the cleaver to knock on the hatch.

Ding ding ding...

There was no further response from inside.

Sun Chengwu exhaled a puff of white breath and decisively ran back the way he came.

He returned to his position on the ship's side and looked down.

Old Yang waited downstairs, but there was still no news of Sun Chengwu.

I just heard Sun Chengwu shout once, and then there was silence.

He was extremely anxious and tried to climb up several times, but he resisted.

Seeing the figures on the boat, Old Yang breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "What's going on?"

Sun Chengwu said, "Come up here, I'll grab the rope and pull you up!"

Old Yang had rope climbing training when he was in the army, but now his body is not as strong as it used to be, and he feels a bit weak after grabbing the rope.

Fortunately, Sun Chengwu was up there and pulled him up with all his might.

Old Yang grabbed the iron ladder and slowly climbed onto the boat.

He said with lingering fear, "I'm old and useless now. I don't even have the strength to climb a rope."

He noticed Sun Chengwu's grave expression and quickly asked, "What happened? Where are the people on the ship? What did you find?"

Sun Chengwu hurried towards the cabin, speaking rapidly, "I think I've spotted a living person, but if we're too late, it might be too late. Come with me!"