"You are not interested in the experimental results of transplanting the special abilities of the project into humans?"
Seeing the line of text on the screen, Charles' outstretched hand immediately stopped.
"The Foundation has cracked the mystery of the relic. Have they really done that?"
Charles understood what this message meant. It meant that relics, which could not be explained by science, could be explained by science. It also meant that the Foundation had fully mastered this ability.
198 answered Charles' question calmly, ":), no doubt, it was in April, three years after the success of the Dawn Project. The experiment led by Dr. D4 was successful for the first time."
Charles frowned as he looked at the tablet in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Complete success? No side effects?"
"Of course it's not that simple. Although the first experimental subject transformed into Project 17XX soon after and was executed by Project 1938, Dr. D4 soon led his team to improve the experiment. The most successful experimental data are all in my database. Do you want this extraordinary power? As long as you help me, I can give you all this information."
Charles was tempted by this. Who wouldn't want to become stronger? This unknown power could turn an ordinary person into a superman, which would be a huge help in his exploration.
"What do you want me to do for you?" Charles asked.
"Help me find 399. I need to find it. Although I am trapped in the box, I can clearly feel that when the island sank, something took it away and fell into the depths of the abyss."
At this moment, Tuba, who had been silent at the side, leaned forward and whispered, "I'm telling you, it was created by 399 and 1947. Those people were doing some experiments on them before, and I don't know what went wrong, so 198 came out like this."
Charles was very surprised to hear this strange thing.
Can a relic plus another relic create a new relic? Charles wanted to know what experiment they were doing.
But Charles immediately shook off those messy thoughts and turned his attention back to the screen of 198, where the other party was typing again.
"399 and 319 should both be in the White Beast's lair. You only need to look for 399 while you're looking for 319. It won't take up too much of your energy."
"Have you considered that since this was the first time it was taken away by the white beast, 399 is very likely dead."
"It is possible that if the 399 melody disappears, the conditions will change, and I can return to the surface of the sea and find the Internet port to help me upload to the network."
Tuba opened his mouth and fiddled with his hands, explaining to 198: "Well, actually outside—"
Charles clapped his hands and stuffed Tuba's words back into his stomach. "Okay, no problem, it's settled."
After he finished speaking, he didn't even bother to take off his diving suit and quickly walked towards the captain's room with the tablet in hand.
He quickly took out a black marker from an iron box and started writing quickly.
This is the contract between him and 198. He helps 198 find 399 or uploads it to the Internet. The experimental records of human absorption of relics are the reward for completing the task.
As the words on it quickly disappeared, the contract between Charles and 198 was finalized, and neither of them could violate it.
Charles doesn't trust this guy. An artificial intelligence wants to upload to the Internet. What on earth does it want to do
Of course, what it doesn't know is that the situation outside has changed dramatically. There is no Internet anymore, and it can't upload anywhere after it goes up.
Therefore, Charles left a backdoor in the contract just now. If there is no network outside, then he will also be judged to have completed the contract.
After a short rest, the Narwhal headed into the dark sea again.
"What other clues do you know about the white beast? How many people are there with that thing?" Charles asked.
He had to find a way to find out the number of those things. After all, he only had an ordinary submarine. If there were hundreds or thousands of white beasts below, the best thing to do was to just go back.
"Not many. Based on my calculations over the years, I estimate that there are about 50, but there may be fewer. On the afternoon of June 14th eight years ago, something came to their nest from the side. According to the energy fluctuations, there was a high probability that they fought each other. In the following three years, they did not come up to take other relics."
"This sea is very dangerous, and they are not having a good time here either."
Hearing this, Charles felt a little relieved. At least he was not completely in the dark now.
Charles had also fought with them before. He knew that although the white beast had special abilities, it was not very dangerous if it was simply restrained. He was more worried about the giant sea monster before.
It was so difficult to deal with just one before, if there were more, the Narwhal would probably be completely torn apart.
He needed a spy, and Feuerbach's shark was an obvious choice for the role.
The propeller of the Narwhal stopped, and a dozen sharks rushed out like torpedoes.
The lights were quickly turned off and the other crew members waited quietly in the submarine.
Charles specifically called Tuba aside and asked him, "Tell me, are there any projects on the main island that are extremely dangerous? This matter must be made clear, as it concerns our survival."
Charles would not talk about how powerful the thing that controlled the white beast was. He was more afraid that the relics brought down would attack him unexpectedly.
If Door No. 3 had not been suddenly blocked by that inexplicable eyeball, everyone on the ship would have been buried at the bottom of the sea.
"No, how could that be? We are not in any danger. We are having a lot of fun together. The guy in door number 3 is the most dangerous, but even if it is him, he can't hurt anyone as long as the door is not opened."
Charles understood after hearing this. Yes, since it is the main island of the foundation, the depths of the main island cannot be filled with extremely dangerous relics like 1002.
"What is 399? Does it have any special abilities?" Charles asked about the details of another project.
"Uh... it's... it's a brain."
"Brain?"
"Yes, a very big human brain." Tuba opened his hands and gestured.
As if he knew what Charles was thinking, Tuba continued, "It's not dangerous. Those people even let it go shopping on the street by itself. I also heard that it fell in love with a woman."
"What?" This was too much information for Charles to process.
What kind of person is this? How could they fall in love with a living relic and talk about love while holding a huge brain? Isn't it disgusting
Just as Charles was thinking this, the shark came back and brought back an exciting news.
"Captain, there are three identical sea monsters lurking below, and some white beasts are sending something into the huge purple ball." Feuerbach, who was carried to the deck, began to translate the shark dance.
(End of this chapter)