In front of the side of Miskatonic University, in front of an iron fence entangled with dense green vines, parked was a Volvo truck that seemed very advanced for this era.
The truck contained several items, but they were wrapped in coarse cloth.
A group of people gathered in twos and threes beside the truck. There was also a small passenger car parked next to it.
A big man wearing a Western cowboy hat and a beard was holding a cigarette with a displeased look on his face:
"Why did the school suddenly gather us together? I remember it was less than three days since my last mission."
A tall, thin man next to him patted him on the shoulder: "There must be some emergency. I heard that an expedition team in the Pacific has disappeared. We are going to find them."
The big man smacked his lips in dissatisfaction: "A mission to find someone? Why did you find us?"
"Who knows?" The tall, thin man shrugged indifferently, "But it's better than robbing things from the hands of infidels."
The bearded man crossed his arms and did not answer. His eyes glanced at a man standing beside the truck, wearing a brown coat and holding a small notebook to write and draw.
Then he looked at the lady with a high ponytail standing on the truck looking into the distance.
He said somewhat unhappily:
"Why do we have to bring two newcomers this time?"
"Those two are professionals, one is a geology expert, and the other is a historian." The tall and thin man said, "When we go on missions, we always bring some professionals with us."
"Yes, these people are the first to go crazy every time." The bearded man sneered, "We still have to find a way to fish these people out."
"Shut up." The tall, thin man patted him on the shoulder, "At least their expertise is useful to us."
The bearded man blew out a puff of smoke and did not refute the tall man's words.
After waiting for a while, their captain, a weather-beaten middle-aged man with gray hair, walked out of the side door. The bearded man thought they were about to set off, so he turned over and squeezed into the driver's seat, preparing to ignite the car.
But he was stopped by the captain:
"Wait a little longer."
"Mr. Power suddenly informed us this morning that there is another person to join the team. A professor of ancient history."
"What?"
The bearded man stared: "Isn't it enough to have two in our team? Why do we need to add more people?"
He couldn't stand those weak professors. Not only did he have to endure the complaints from those guys during long-term field expeditions, but he also had to endure their incoherent lies when facing those ancient ruins.
Moreover, many of them are first-rate scammers, and they can often be wiped out if they are not careful. Even if they are not careful, they still have to deal with some trouble.
One or two in a team is enough, add one more...
He simply couldn't imagine it.
"This is the principal's request." The expedition leader was actually quite helpless, "Who knows what the old man is thinking."
The principal has a lot of influence in Miskatonic University and even the entire Arkham. It is easy to insert someone into the expedition team. Despite the fact that the principal is usually polite and polite, he seems to be just an ordinary scholar or writer, but no one can
I couldn't see clearly through the fog covering him.
The group of people didn't have to wait too long, and soon Mr. Power came over with a gentle professor wearing a black windbreaker and gold-rimmed glasses.
Under the guidance of Mr. Ball, the professor came to the captain, stretched out his hand, smiled at the captain, and introduced himself: "Howard Wilson, who has just been appointed professor of ancient Chinese history, has done some research on ancient civilizations."
The captain also held Professor Wilson's hand and introduced him politely: "Lionel Lyndon, captain of Expedition B Team of Miskatonic Historical College."
He observed Professor Wilson calmly.
This professor is just like an ordinary university professor, with the air of a scholar and not many muscles. He pushes up his glasses from time to time.
His light-colored eyes scanned the group of people with an inquiring gaze, and finally fell on their two cars, with a strange look on his face.
Captain Linden followed Professor Wilson's line of sight without knowing why, and saw nothing unusual.
He helped stuff Professor Wilson's luggage into the truck. Although it was just a small wooden box, Captain Lyndon still helped tie it up carefully.
Wilson stared at this simple truck and couldn't help but twitching his lips.
This was simply uglier than the walk-behind tractors he had seen in his hometown. The cab in front had at most a shed, and the carriage was also very narrow.
The bus on the other side was also like this. Compared with what he remembered, it was also very rough. Of course, this is already advanced now.
Wilson has gradually become accustomed to life in this era during this time.
What really matters to him is:...
He focused on the items loaded in the truck.
There...
There is a tiny unknown energy reaction, and Drom is analyzing it.
"We will take a bus and drive directly to the port along the highway." Captain Linden waved the others to get on the bus.
Sitting next to Wilson was a man about his age wearing a brown coat. He was writing something in a notebook with a pen.
Wilson glanced at it and recognized a few geological nouns, but he was not able to recognize more proper nouns.
The man was plainly dressed and had a plain appearance. There were a lot of mud spots on his shoes, and he didn't look very good.
Wilson put on a standard smile and chatted up to the other party:
"Hello, are you studying geography?"
The other party was stunned for a moment, then put down the book in his hand and turned to look at Wilson:
"That's right. In fact, I study geology. My name is William Dale, associate professor of geology."
"Nice to meet you, Professor Dale." Wilson shook hands with the other person in a friendly manner, "Is it the school that invites you to join the expedition this time?"
"Well," William Dale hesitated, "I took the initiative to apply to the principal. I want to go to the islands in the Pacific to conduct on-site inspections of the geological conditions of the remains of ancient human activities."
"Ancient human activities?"
Wilson blinked.
"Yes, there are traces of ancient human activities on many islands in the Pacific. Recently, many ruins have been exposed due to earthquakes." William Dell showed an eager expression, "I want to go and see it in person.
geological conditions.”
Wilson's heart skipped a beat... The traces of ancient human activities... were they what he imagined?
"Can you tell how old the ruins are roughly from the geological conditions of the ruins?"