Looking at the direction where the green monster left, Charles showed a smile on his face. It seemed that Mih's hatred for these living relics was much higher than his.
"Go on, hurry up!" Following Charles' command, explosives were placed on the door frame one by one.
All kinds of monsters were released, some of which Charles didn't know how to describe in terms of appearance, they were ugly and deformed.
However, he didn't want to know what these things were, nor did he want to know what was special about them. As long as they could cause trouble for Mih, they would be temporary allies.
Of course, not every animated relic is as friendly as the green monster. Many of them attacked Charles and the others as soon as they ran out.
Fortunately, Charles and the others were not pushovers. When they saw nearly two hundred fully armed humans, any monster with a little intelligence would temporarily avoid them.
When Charles saw that Mih, who was supposed to show up, did not come for a long time, he knew that his plan had achieved some effect and that there must have been trouble in other places.
He walked to the third-to-last door and was about to set off explosives on the wall, but to his great shock, the door was opened from the inside.
It was a human being, a naked child. The only difference from Charles was that his skin was not as frighteningly white as Charles'.
"Who are you?" Charles asked with a wary look on his face, but the child fell to the ground and screamed wildly.
As it screamed, the child's tender body began to change rapidly. Its skin quickly turned inside out, its body gradually dried up, and its light-colored lips quickly stretched forward like a bird's beak. Soon the boy disappeared, and a brand new Mih crawled up from the ground.
It opened its long mouth and said something quickly to Charles, then raised its right leg with six toes and walked outside.
"How did Mihe come out from here?" Charles looked at the iron door in front of him, thought for a while, and then carefully pushed open the door with a black blade. A large gray-white sticky mass instantly appeared in front of him.
The thing expanded and contracted irregularly, and its shape was roughly similar to that of an amorphous toad.
"Puff~" A naked woman was spit in front of Charles. She pulled the mucus off her body with her hands and stood up from the ground calmly.
The woman spoke clearly to Charles with a sad expression. "157, don't beg me anymore. Although I want to help you, Dr. Paide is in charge of your affairs. I can't interfere."
I actually understood what she said? Charles' eyes widened.
But before Charles could reply, just like the child before, the transformation began. The woman screamed miserably and her body quickly deformed. A new Mih was born in front of him. When this Mih spoke again, the pleasant female voice turned into a rapid noisy sound.
"It seems that these Mihe were originally humans. Why did they become like this?"
Charles killed Mih, who was chattering in front of him, with a knife, then reached into the left side of the house and quickly found the notebook.
"Project code: 157"
"Project Name: Yesterday's Theater."
"Item Description: The appearance of 157 is a miniature drama stage that is five times smaller than the original. On August 14, 1875, due to the casualties caused by 157-1, 157 was noticed by Foundation members ▇▇▇▇ and was eventually found in an attic in Edinburgh ▇▇▇▇."
"157-1 has the physical features of a human in the 157 replication area. 157-1 possesses human intelligence, but has obvious cognitive biases. 157-1 will spontaneously use all the materials around it to restore the surrounding environment to the moment of the 157 replication period."
"If blocked or attacked, 157-1 will attack the blocker. 157-1 possesses all the abilities of the copied person, including but not limited to gun control, fighting skills, and item-level project utilization."
"If everything around it is completely restored, 157-1 will periodically repeat the actions of the cloned person in this environment. After testing, this period is 6 days."
"If an intelligent creature invades the area controlled by 157-1, 157-1 will treat him as a member of the area and make him play a role in the area. If the actor resists, he will be captured by 157-1 and forced to play the role. If he resists too much, he will be punished with a beating. Each additional resistance will increase the severity of the beating, which will result in the death of the actor. If the actor dies, 157-1 will collect the actor's skin, flesh, bones, and hair and use them as materials for making the environment."
"Special Containment Procedures: 157 must be contained in a 4m x 4m H-class containment chamber. Due to the special nature of 157-1, a task force must be on standby 24 hours a day. Whenever 157-1 appears, the task force will immediately kill it."
Addendum 1 "Proposal for the use of 157-1 as food for other subjects to be submitted to Foundation Headquarters by Dr. Pedder and approved."
Charles looked at the records on the wall, and he finally understood why there was such a complete fake city outside, and why Mihe would play the role of the Foundation in the previous era. It turned out that those Mihe were also a kind of relics imprisoned by the Foundation.
"That's not right. It clearly says 'Drama Stage' here, but how does this look like a stage?" Richard said, pointing at the disgusting stuff in front of him.
"Remember before, we had to hear hallucinations to understand what the Mihs were saying?"
"You mean..." At this moment, a human was spit out by 157, and before he had walked a few steps, he quickly transformed into Mihe.
"It seems that the sound from the bottom of the sea will not only affect humans, but also these living relics." Charles said with a frown.
This explains why 157 has become what it is now. It was supposed to copy humans, but it spit out humanoid monsters.
"Hey, if 157 could talk, he would definitely feel very aggrieved. It's already weird enough, but I didn't expect to encounter something even weirder here."
"Captain? Are you okay?" Dipper carefully poked his head out of the door.
Charles glanced at the still squirming 157 and closed the door. Knowing the secret of the island did not change his situation. He had to leave here as soon as possible.
"How many doors are left?" Charles asked him.
"There are only two doors left, but the door at the very front seems to be a little different from the others."
Charles soon came to the iron door. This door was red and locked with layers of chains with various flashing special inscriptions.
"Hurry up and set off the explosives. Release this and we'll leave."
(End of this chapter)