Charles knew that the Foundation had experimented on humans before, but this was too much.
Just a few seconds later, the white skeleton floated out from inside and slowly swam past Charles like a sea fish.
Being surrounded by so many skeletons in the dilapidated shipwreck on the gloomy seabed really makes one feel a chill down one's spine.
Feuerbach hid at the far exit and pulled Charles' oxygen tube hard, trying to get Charles out quickly.
Charles grabbed the pipe with his backhand and pulled the guy in the distance directly into the pile of bones.
Charles gestured to stop, used his hands to push away the skeletons in front of him, and continued to walk into the warehouse.
Come to think of it, if there really were ghosts in the sea, he wouldn't be afraid of them.
Compared to those strange monsters that came from nowhere, if these bones moved, at least they were of the same origin as him.
Charles quickly shuttled through the pile of bones like a school of fish, trying to find clues.
But the result disappointed him. There was nothing in this container-like cargo hold to record what had happened.
Or maybe it existed before, but was washed away by the long river of time.
After Charles quickly looked around, he cast his gaze on the skeletons.
The long-silent sea water was stirred, and the complete skeletons gradually split into individual bones.
The reason they were "maintained" so well before was simply because no one had disturbed them before.
Charles reached out and grabbed the bone, examining it carefully. From the difference in the hip bones, he could tell that there were both men and women here, but no children's bodies.
Something floating on a calf bone caught his attention. It looked like a bracelet. Although it was severely corroded by sea water, it was obvious that it was made of metal.
"Snap" Charles broke the thing into two pieces, and the green chip inside was exposed. This is an electronic device.
The bracelet was turned over and a string of numbers appeared in front of him.
"134414" These are the Arabic numerals engraved on the bracelet.
After careful observation, Charles found that this thing was on almost every skeleton, which seemed to be used to identify the goods.
He grabbed another one and looked at it. 134945. The numbers were different, but the prefix 134 was roughly the same.
"How many people are there in this 'cargo'? There are six figures in total. Could it be that hundreds of thousands of people were transported to Hope Island? What on earth does the Foundation want to do with so many people? What kind of experiment requires so many people?"
Charles wanted to throw this horrifying idea away. What kind of person would experiment on hundreds of thousands of their own kind
But what happened in the British Isles before told him not to think too highly of the lower limits of human beings.
Looking at the skeletons around him, Charles felt a little sad, not only because of the skeleton of this ship, but also because in the last era, there were thousands of similar cargo ships sailing on the sea.
After standing among the skeletons in silence for a moment, Charles threw away the bones in his hand and walked back the way he came.
Exploring the wreck was just a small part of the trial voyage, and the Narwhal continued its trial voyage. If there was only one thing that affected it, it was probably that Charles was in a slightly bad mood.
As the crew got used to the new ship, the Narwhal slowly came to shore, and the sea trial was over.
At this time, Charles also put aside his emotions. No matter how tragic it was, it happened an era ago and had nothing to do with the present.
"Chief Engineer, prepare the fuel. Sailors, help the cook prepare the food. First mate, plan the route. Get moving." As Charles gave the order, the crew immediately started to act. They knew that the next voyage was about to begin.
Charles was standing on the dock, and a group of people slowly gathered around him. They were all ship designers from the British Isles.
Seeing the desire in their eyes, Charles sighed slightly.
After considering his words for a while, he said, "If you are willing to stay, I am willing to pay you a high salary."
"What do you mean?! You agreed on that at the beginning!!"
"You think you won? The great Governor Swann won't let you go!!"
"A man who doesn't keep his word like this is the governor? You are really bringing shame to the governor!!"
"Everyone!" Charles' voice drowned out everyone else's voices. "I didn't say I couldn't let you go, but a big accident happened in the British Isles. You may never come back this time."
"No matter how big the situation is, that place is still our home!! We want to go home!!"
"Yes, that's right!! We need to go home!!"
"You promised us to leave once the ship is built!"
Hearing their firm tone, Charles sighed slightly and waved to Feuerbach next to him.
"Find a few ships to send them to the outskirts of the British Isles. If they want to die after seeing the actual situation, don't stop them. But if some of them have figured it out, bring them back. Their technology will be very useful for the development of our island."
"Yes." Feuerbach nodded, took a step forward and shouted loudly.
"Those who want to go home, follow me, hurry up! I won't wait for you if you don't catch up, I still have to go out to sea with the captain later!!"
Hearing this, every British Isles person's face showed excitement. They were going home.
Soon, the Narwhal was loaded with supplies and the designers also boarded the ship. Under the gaze of the people welcoming and seeing off at the Hope Island dock, two ships, one large and one small, sailed away from Hope Island, one on the left and one on the right.
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Beneath the murky sea, a sharp stone awl carved into the smooth stone.
"Today is my third month in OOHAO. I still have a hard time accepting the customs of this city."
"The immortality of life has weakened the tribesmen's desire for ordinary things. Apart from the awakening of the powerful OOO every day, they try various methods to stimulate themselves."
"I can eat raw fish, and I can accompany them in torturing buffalo with my fingernails, but I really can't adapt to the ethical aspect."
"Will I become like them one day? I'm a little scared."
"I sometimes dream about my life at sea. I miss the days when I went out to sea with my companions. I miss them terribly."
Dipper suddenly put down the stone spike in his hand. He felt a call from somewhere and knew that a new round of prayer was about to begin.
He put the stones aside and piled them up, then swam towards the deepest part of the underwater city with his webbed feet.
At the center of the underwater city, all the deep divers from Ihasri had arrived. Fortunately, they were in the water and could use the space in all directions. Millions of deep divers formed a big ball.
As he got closer to them, the gills on Dipper's neck trembled slightly, and a special emotion occupied his mind at this moment.
He swam slowly over like the other deep divers. In the center of the crowd stood a statue of Ftan made of pure gold. Under it stood several small statues.
Apart from being made of gold, the only thing these statues have in common is that their appearances are hideous and terrifying beyond human imagination.
A man with an octopus head floated in front of the statue, and behind him floated two humans wrapped in bubbles.
"Puff." The golden staff in the octopus head's hand pierced the bubbles, and scarlet blood spread in the sea water, pushing the weird atmosphere to the extreme.
A strange, trembling sound expanded from his mouth, a song written in some vowel-less language.
The deep divers that formed a sphere around them opened their mouths at the same time, closed their lizard-like eyes, and began to chant the song.
(End of this chapter)