The unique tremor of human footsteps came from far away. Charles not only felt the size of the crowd, but also the sound of the working turbine of his Narwhal. They also drove a floating airship over.
Then, the sound of voices in the distance gradually reached Charles' ears. He recognized it as his own voice.
"Hurry up, we are almost there. Locke and the others are waiting for us in front. Linda, prepare the medicine for treating trauma. I just saw that some of them were injured."
Hearing this, Charles' heart was suddenly filled with inexplicable anger. The other party was using his body to deceive his crew into dying.
"Charles, I suggest you not to rush out directly. You are just a monster in their eyes now. Rushing over like this will only lead to your death." T's trembling voice of warning came from the side.
"Of course I know. The problem now is that we must remind them not to let them enter the black hole. Wait, I have thought of a way. Come with me. I need your help.
Moving his eight arms, Charles and T quickly retreated from under the dandelions that were as white as snow.
On the deck of the Narwhal, Dipper looked at the strange environment below with caution. It was hard for him to imagine where the white stuff on the ground came from.
This looked a bit like the snow that the captain had told him about. Although he had never seen what snow looked like, he had seen the paintings his captain had drawn.
Suddenly, he saw a triangular hill in the distance. Before he could speak, Charles pointed excitedly. "That's it. We're almost there. Speed up."
Charles' words shocked everyone, and they all looked at the triangular hill in the distance and a black round hole next to the hill.
"Wait... there's someone... next to us..." Bandage suddenly took a step forward and looked to the left with cold eyes.
Fifty meters away, a white dandelion suddenly swelled up into a big bulge and then exploded violently.
Two three-meter-tall green monsters ran to the side, and a huge net formed by vines quickly spread out between them.
"Stay away from Charles! He is fake, and the monsters on this island can replace their bodies!!" These are the words Charles wove together with vines on the Internet.
This is what Charles wanted to remind his crew members. If they just read the words on the Internet carefully, then things will be easier later.
Charles quickly ran to the left, trying to open the net completely, but as the sound of "hissing" was heard, Charles' body immediately began to twitch.
This is his own power of thunder and lightning, and now this power has been completely mastered by others.
"Huh~" The trembling Charles felt a hint of warmth coming from his left side, and the vine net was ignited by electricity.
"These guys are here again! Kill them quickly!" Dipper said as he raised his weapon first.
Gunshots continued to ring out, bullets kept passing through Charles' body, and the force carried him into the white dandelions.
Enduring the pain in his body, Charles shuttled under the white, quickly retreating from their attack range.
Charles waited until he could no longer hear the gunshots before he had time to look at his body injuries. Two of his eight arms were missing and his head was slightly dizzy. He wondered if he had been hit in any of his vital organs.
The position of his internal organs is obviously different from that of humans, and he doesn't know where he was shot.
Fortunately, this thing seems to have a strong recovery ability, so this injury should heal quickly.
Charles shook his deformed and hideous green head slightly. "It works. I can feel that someone's eyes are on us, including my first officer."
T stretched out his slender fingers and inserted them into the bloody hole, pulling out the bullet. "But this will only arouse suspicion."
"It's enough to be suspicious. I believe Bandage. As long as he has doubts in his heart, he will definitely be able to see through the fake Charles. My crew is a powerful explorer."
"I don't want to pour cold water on you, but I'm sorry, I'm afraid your crew may not be able to tell the difference. Once 1189-1 changes to a new host, it will completely possess everything in the new host, including memories, abilities, and even personality."
"In other words, he may not be fake. He is no different from the real Charles now, except for his different demands."
Charles' heart sank when he heard this. "How much do you know about this 1189-1?"
"My position is only to deal with the theoretical aspects. I don't know much about the experimental aspects. The general situation is that 1189-1 can evolve and learn on its own. It can even be said to be evolving."
"As long as they are given time and have enough brains, they can eventually become subspecies with different abilities. Since it escaped after the EK apocalypse, so many years have passed, and I don't know what it has evolved into."
This is not good news for Charles.
When Charles thought of the current situation of his crew members, he couldn't help but become more anxious. He raised his body which was in severe pain and walked towards the black hole.
"Let's go back and see if the bandages did anything."
"Okay, but you can only observe from a distance. Due to the high-risk situation before, I will not participate in any of your plans in the future."
The movement of his wounded body pulled at the wounds, causing Charles to feel more and more pain, but he couldn't stop in this situation. He tried to divert his attention by talking to T.
"What exactly is Project 1189? Why did it give birth to these monsters?"
"It is a brain pool the size of a swimming pool. It cannot move even a little bit, but its abilities are very powerful. You can think of it as a spiritual earth, and 1189-1 is its resident."
"This is also why no matter how many subspecies 1189-1 produces, the abilities they possess are all related to consciousness and spirit."
"As far as I know, there are those who exchange bodies, those who create multiple personalities, those who devour consciousness as nutrients, and those who create their own consciousness based on the surrounding environment."
"Haha, there are so many tricks. Could it be that your foundation made these things by using 1189 for experiments?"
Facing Charles' words, T did not refute anything, but changed the subject. "You know a lot about our foundation. I am curious about your identity."
"Go ask your colleagues. The undercover agent you sent has been following me for almost five years. He knows my background very well."
(End of this chapter)