Chapter 3 — After the Rushing Water

“Training pressure has increased, please keep your breathing steady.” The phone screen lit up again. To Vi sent a new message: "Nien Niem, A Tu said if you don't calm down, he will really be angry." It turns out that up to this point, my life is still not as important as his feelings. I raised the hammer, aimed at the deepest crack, and used all my strength to strike down. The sound of broken glass echoed in the compartment. Fragments flew everywhere, cutting the back of my hand and forearm. Fresh blood flowed out, following the fingertips and dripping onto the metal floor. I threw away the hammer, reached in, and yanked down the air release valve. The warning sound outside the cabin rang loudly, the red lights flashed frantically. Co Tu knew the air release valve warning was loud and ran back in panic. Security staff holding tools to break the compartment door. I was carried out. His arms were soaked in blood, his breathing was weak. Co Tu saw me, his face turned pale, and he rushed up to hug me. The medical staff pushed him away and carried me onto a stretcher. When I woke up again, my nasal cavity was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. The nurse pushed the door open to change the medicine and told me there was someone outside the door who wanted to visit. I directly refused. The phone screen lit up and Co Tu frantically sent a text message. The screen is filled with apologies and pleas. In the group of three, To Vi was still sending a text message: "Nien Niem, when you're awake, answer a question. A Tu is about to go crazy. Actually, he's just afraid that you'll keep avoiding the water, so he wants to help you train your liver." I looked at this sentence, tapped my fingers on the keyboard, wrote down the last message. "To Vi, take the life jacket, I locked the door of the decompression compartment. To Vi was with me in a dark time, Co Tu also saved me once, today it's all paid for. In the future, whether we live or die, we won't see each other again." Click send. I left all public groups and blocked all communications between Co Tu and To Vi. Having finished everything, I pulled out the IV needle on the back of my hand and completed the hospital discharge procedures. When Co Tu ran to the door of the hospital room, the nurse told him that I had left. He called, sent text messages, all showed failure. At the same time, I was in the car going to the airport. His arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, and the phone screen displayed a confirmed one-way ticket. Destination: Saipan island. Co Tu chased me to the airport radio booth, intending to use the loudspeaker to find an emergency person to stop me. When the loudspeaker read my name, I passed the security check. I turned my head to look towards the boarding gate and turned off my phone. The plane landed in Saipan. The moment the compartment door opened, I took a deep breath, my chest relaxing after a long time. The person who came to pick me up on the way to the marine reserve station was the person in charge of the project, Ha Du Xuyen. He wore a simple white shirt, saw the thick bandage on my arm but did not ask any more personal questions. He gave me a bottle of normal temperature electrolyte water. During the first work meeting, when discussing diving depth, Ha Du Xuyen stopped for a moment and realized my breathing was a bit unstable. He proactively suggested adjusting the shooting plan, stating that he would put the photographer's physiological limits and subjective wishes first. I once casually mentioned that I was allergic to mangoes. During the welcome party that night, all the mangoes on the food plate were removed in advance. Ha Du Xuyen walked over holding a bottle of juice. He stopped next to the table and asked politely: "Do you need more ice?" After receiving the answer that there was no need, he placed normal temperature juice on my uninjured right hand. He put the glass down, not pushing it into my hand. "If you want to drink, take it. It's okay if you don't drink." I stopped for a few seconds, reaching out to touch the rim of the glass. It's normal temperature.

At this time, in a faraway country, Co Tu was still crazy looking for me. Try Keywords the apartment I used to live in again. A former colleague sent me a very long message on WeChat, describing Co Tu's current miserable condition. Every day he sat in front of a broken fish tank, couldn't sleep all night, and his whole body was thin and deformed. The water stains on the floor had long since dried, and the remaining blood stains outside the decompression chamber had also turned dark brown. Co Tu strictly forbade anyone to clean up. He used that to torture himself, trying to find evidence that I had existed in those traces. That afternoon, To Vi came in carrying a plate of mangoes. To please Co Tu, she deliberately wore the white shirt I used to wear before, and her hair imitated me and tied it into a low ponytail. "A Tu, eat some fruit." To Vi put the fruit plate on the tea table and tried to comfort him. "The matter with Niem Niem is just a small matter. After a few days, she will calm down and come back. Don't keep locking yourself in the house anymore, your body won't be able to handle it." Co Tu smelled the mango scent and his face changed. He picked up the fruit plate and threw it straight at the wall. Yellow mango flesh and broken porcelain pieces were all over the ground, fruit juice was flowing down the wallpaper. "You still dare to mention her!" Co Tu's voice was hoarse. He pointed to the mess on the ground and seriously criticized To Vi: