Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

September 9th, 4:20 PM.

The "Breaking Waves" sailed slowly on the vast international sea, its engines emitting a deep roar.

Su Ming stood at the bow of the ship, holding a rusty iron hook he had found in the cabin, staring blankly at the sea.

The live stream chat had completely erupted into chaos.

[Number of online users: 324,571]

Is the streamer trying to bait viewers?

[Hilarious! Fishing in international waters is beyond the jurisdiction of fisheries authorities.]

[Upstairs, they're looking for a shipwreck, okay?]

[Search for it my ass! The official search and rescue team has over a dozen ships, using sonar and radar, and they still haven't found it. How could some crappy ship possibly find it?]

Su Ming didn't read the comments.

His gaze fell on a piece of wood about five meters to the right of the bow, where it was floating.

The wood chips had obvious signs of corrosion on their surface, with jagged edges, as if they had been torn by something.

Su Ming stared at the piece of wood for thirty seconds, then suddenly squatted down and used an iron hook to scoop it up.

The wood chips are very light, but hard in texture, and have a layer of black oil stains on the surface.

Su Ming scraped off the oil stains with his fingernails and smelled them.

"The smell of diesel fuel."

He muttered to himself, turned the wooden piece over, and saw a line of blurry writing on the back.

【Voyage - Cabin 3-A】

The live stream went silent instantly.

Three seconds later, the screen was instantly flooded with comments.

[Holy crap?!]

[This is from the Far Voyage?!]

[This streamer is so lucky!]

Wait, this area is almost 60 nautical miles from the search and rescue team's coordinates. Why did the debris drift here?

Su Ming ignored the comments and instead took out his phone, opened the satellite cloud image, and compared the current coordinates with the ocean current data of the past seven days.

His fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, his gaze growing increasingly focused.

"If this piece of wood broke off from the shipwreck seven days ago..."

He marked a point on the cloud map.

"Based on the ocean currents and wind speeds over the past seven days, it should have drifted at least eighty nautical miles northeast, instead of appearing here."

He marked a second point.

"unless……"

Su Ming looked up towards the southwest and squinted.

"Unless, on the third day, a countercurrent pushes it back."

He opened the historical data of ocean currents and flipped back to September 6th.

The screen showed that an unusual backflow did indeed occur in this sea area between 2:00 AM and 4:00 AM on September 6th, lasting for two hours.

"Found it."

Su Ming stood up, walked into the cockpit, and drew a circle on the nautical chart.

This coordinate is a full ninety nautical miles off from the area marked by the official search and rescue team.

The live stream chat has completely exploded.

[Did the streamer calculate this?!]

Don't try to fool me, I'm not very well-educated. Can ocean currents be deduced backwards?

[A fluid mechanics student here; it's theoretically feasible, but requires extremely precise data modeling.]

[Who exactly is this streamer?]

Su Ming typed out a comment:

[Host: Mr. Yuan, I've found the coordinates. Would you like to come and take a look?]

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at the same time.

Meeting room of the China Deep-Sea Salvage Association.

Yuan Zhonghai sat in the head seat, his face ashen.

His assistant cautiously suggested, "Mr. Yuan, how about... we really go take a look?"

"What are you looking at!" Yuan Zhonghai slammed his hand on the table. "A mere brat, holding a piece of broken wood, claims to have found the coordinates? You believe that?"

"But..." the assistant pointed to the live stream on the projection screen, "his calculation logic seems to be correct..."

Yuan Zhonghai stared at the screen and remained silent for a few seconds.

On the screen, Su Ming is drawing a diagram of ocean currents on a whiteboard with a marker, explaining it to the camera as he draws.

"When the Yuanhang went missing, it was during the monsoon shift period. The official search and rescue team searched according to the regular ocean current direction, but they overlooked a variable - deep countercurrent."

"There is a trench beneath this area. The deep water in the trench is colder and denser, and it will form a reverse flow at certain times."

"The degree of oxidation of the oil stains on the surface of the wood chip indicates that it was soaked underwater for at least five days, which means that it did not drift from the sea surface, but was pushed up by the current from the depths."

"so……"

Su Ming emphasized a coordinate on the whiteboard.

"The shipwreck is here."

An eerie silence fell over the live stream.

Three seconds later, someone posted a comment.

[A professor of fluid mechanics at Ocean University of China requests to participate in a live stream]

Then, another one appeared.

[Researcher from the State Oceanic Administration requests to participate in a live broadcast]

Then came the third, the fourth...

In less than a minute, the list of requests to connect for the live stream had more than twenty people.

Yuan Zhonghai looked at those IDs, his fingers trembling slightly.

The assistant tentatively asked, "Mr. Yuan... are we really not going?"

Yuan Zhonghai took a deep breath and stood up.

"Walk."

"Where to?"

"Going to sea".

Yuan Zhonghai stared at the coordinates on the screen, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"I want to see if he's really capable or if it's just a lucky guess."