After seeing the scrawled and sharp letters, Lawrence and the first mate beside him were stunned.
"Humans have and only have two eyes... Why is there such a sentence engraved here?" The first mate opened his eyes wide and stared at the line of words for a long time before turning his head in confusion, "This is not very normal.
Something?
Except for a very few congenital malformations, who doesn’t have two eyes?”
Lawrence did not speak immediately, but broke the silence after pondering for a long time: "Who do you think left this line?"
"...Aboriginal people on the island?" the first mate said uncertainly, "There were people on this island before?"
"It's hard to say about this island, but there must be people on Dagger Island in the real world," Lawrence said slowly, reaching out his hand to lightly touch the scratches on the wall. The rough and real touch came from his fingertips.
came, as if conveying the strong emotions and thoughts when this sentence was carved, "Human beings have and only have two eyes. Someone specially carved this sentence on the wall, which may mean one thing...
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"Explains one thing?"
"On this island, there were once things that looked like humans that didn't have only two eyes." Lawrence slowly raised his head and looked at the thick fog around him and the shadowy distant scenery in the fog, "
And they are mixed among humans, but they cannot be easily detected."
The first mate took a breath and said hesitantly: "Then...where is the person who left these words?"
"I don't know," Lawrence shook his head. For some reason, he thought of the black mud he saw along the way and the empty dock area, but he quickly put these irrelevant associations aside for the time being, and
He put his hand on the door handle of the port office and said, "Be alert."
The sound of the gun's safety being turned on came from behind. Lawrence calmed down and pushed the door open with a little force in his hand.
He quickly stepped aside to avoid exposing his body to anything that might be hidden in the building. The first mate on the side stepped forward and pointed the muzzle of his rifle at the door in a half-crouching position. The sailors who followed also raised their heads.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the door from all angles.
There was no movement inside the building.
The first mate standing at the door calmed down and cautiously looked into the house.
"There's no one inside," he turned around. "It's an empty office with lights on inside."
Lawrence waved to the sailors and led the team into the room together with the first mate.
This is an empty office. Several desks occupy almost half of the space inside. A few chairs are placed randomly in front of the desks, as if someone was sitting on them a second ago. The electric lights on the roof and the lights on the walls
The gas lamps were all on, making the room extra bright, and on the floor...that weird and suspicious black mud could be seen everywhere.
"This place is full of disgusting things..." The first mate frowned and looked at the black substance in the room, his disgust evident. He carefully avoided the mud on the floor and came to the desks.
, his eyes swept over the messy piles of documents and various office supplies, "These things... Captain, do you want to come and take a look?"
"They are all forms and reports that need to be processed daily at the port, material in and out, personnel transfers, facility inspections, and inspection reports of machinery and equipment..." Lawrence came to those desks, looked at the documents on them, and frowned slowly
He frowned slowly, "The date... was just a few days ago?"
"It seems like there were people working here not long ago," a sailor swallowed nervously and muttered in a low voice, "and then everyone evacuated in a hurry, without even having time to pack up their things..."
"Evacuate in a hurry?" Lawrence muttered in a low voice, looking across the table. A half cup of unfinished coffee was placed on the table, with a thin layer of dust floating on it. Beside the table, a puddle of black mud had already
It dried up, and a little black substance still remained on the seat. His expression gradually became serious, "Is it really an evacuation..."
The first mate noticed the change in the old captain's tone: "Captain, what are you thinking of?"
Lawrence thought for a while and was about to say something when a harsh noise suddenly came from outside the room - it sounded like the direction of the harbor square, it was the electric noise when the broadcast speaker suddenly started up!
"Buzz——"
The harsh noise surprised everyone. The sailors hurriedly looked out the window, and the next second, an intermittent, distorted and mixed broadcast sound resounded throughout the entire port area. It sounded like a
A slightly older voice: "Notice... We have been contaminated... This island... there is no possibility of salvation... Process 22 will be started... It is an honor to work with you... Our gate in Bartok
See you later."
Following a burst of piercing noise, the broadcast from the square stopped abruptly. The first mate's eyes widened in shock, and he turned to look at Lawrence: "Captain, what's going on..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise like thunder suddenly came from a distance!
And along with the loud thunder, there was more thunder, like the sky falling and the earth collapsing, like the earth collapsing and the mountain collapsing!
A series of loud explosions swept through the entire Dagger Island in an instant, shocking everyone's minds. Lawrence realized what happened almost instantly -
This is not thunder, this is explosives, the self-destruction devices of certain facilities on the island are blowing up everything!
"Get out of the building!" Lawrence suddenly shouted, raised his pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling, "There are explosives!"
The captain's shout was almost drowned out by the explosion, but the blast of the pistol still somewhat woke up the surrounding sailors, and a group of people immediately rushed out the door.
More than a dozen people rushed out of the gate, rushed down the ramp, and ran towards the open area, while the dense explosions continued to come from all directions, as if the entire island was being torn into pieces in the big explosion.
However, in the middle of running wildly, Lawrence suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Stop!" he suddenly stopped and fired his gun into the air while shouting, "Stop!"
The sailors stopped in panic again, and then they also noticed something was wrong.
There was only the sound of explosions all around - but neither smoke nor flashes could be seen in the direction of the explosions, and no tremors could even be felt.
Only the thunderous sound echoed throughout the island.
After a while, the explosion gradually stopped, and the surroundings returned to the silence of the thick fog, as if the previous big explosion like the earth was shattering was just a collective auditory hallucination of everyone.
"Only sound?" the first mate looked around in confusion and said in disbelief.
"It's a reverberation," Lawrence's heartbeat gradually calmed down and he made a quick judgment - although he didn't know whether his judgment was right or not, as the captain, he had to give everyone a judgment now, "That was probably just this.
What happened on the island was repeated in our ears in the form of reverberation, and it was not a real explosion."
"I was scared to death just now," a sailor muttered, "I thought there was really a big explosion..."
"The nearest explosion from here just now was in that direction," the first mate raised his head and confirmed the direction.
position, and finally raised his hand to point to the other end of the harbor square, "Would you like to go over there and have a look?"
"Go over and take a look at the situation," Lawrence quickly decided. "If something really happened here, there should still be traces there."
The exploration team immediately headed towards the thick fog. This time, they moved more cautiously than before.
After an unknown amount of time, a large collapsed building appeared in front of Lawrence.
This building is located on the inner edge of a small bay, backed by a solid rock cliff. Judging from the damage marks on the building...it was obviously completely destroyed by a big explosion from the inside out.
The first mate stood high up, looking at the ruins in astonishment.
"What kind of facility is this for? It's amazing..."
"We should be more curious about what terrible things happened here, so that such a facility would be blown up without hesitation," Lawrence said in a deep voice, and slowly took two steps forward, "If this island
people..."
"Stop."
A voice suddenly came from the side, and Lawrence stopped instantly.
"Martha?!"
He suddenly looked towards the direction from which the sound came, and called out in surprise and nervousness.
figure.
"Captain?" The first mate noticed the captain's unusual reaction and immediately jumped down from the stone and came to Lawrence nervously, "What happened?"
"...auditory hallucinations," Lawrence said immediately, with an extremely serious expression, "You didn't hear the sound, did you?"
"We didn't hear it," one of the sailors said, looking at each other.
"We probably shouldn't go any further," Lawrence frowned, "Let's go back to the port first, and then..."
Martha's voice came to his ears again, this time closer: "Back to the ship, now."
Lawrence was startled for a moment, restraining himself from looking in the direction of the sound. He wanted to continue talking, but the next second, Martha's voice came again, this time almost close to his ear, with a hint of
With a hint of urgency: "Go back to the White Oak, immediately - Lawrence, they are coming!"
Lawrence opened his eyes slightly and subconsciously said: "Who? Who is here?"
The first mate on the side held Lawrence's arm worriedly: "Captain, who are you talking to?"
Lawrence didn't speak, but suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the White Oak docking.
A feeling of uneasiness surged into my heart.
And the next second, as if to confirm this uneasiness, a dull thunder suddenly came from that direction.
It's the sound of gunfire.
"Someone is firing..." the first mate reacted instantly, "There is an enemy!"
"Go back to the ship!" Lawrence shouted, leading the team to run towards the port. Amidst the rapid sound of wind in his ears, Martha's voice brushed past his ears like a soft whisper: "The Petrel is coming..."