Charles said Feuerbach, but given his existence as a Foundation clone, this is most likely a fake name.
He knows everything about himself, so the foundation should also know his background.
Charles was not too worried about this. Compared with the mess in Earthsea, he, a time traveler born before 1000, could not even rank among them.
"If I have a chance, I'll go to the central computer and check it out. Hey! Charles, stop now. They are just ahead. If you go any further, you'll be discovered."
Charles, who buried his body in the white dandelions, felt that he had no strength left in his body, and the pain was still tormenting his nerves.
But he didn't have time to care about these now. The vibration of footsteps and voices coming from afar indicated that the situation over there was a little tense.
"Bandage, don't think too much. I've already said it. Don't try to understand the monsters. Everything they do is to confuse you. And I have fully answered any questions you asked before."
"What is there to be confused about? Look, I didn't leave you at all, how could I be affected by anything else? If even I am suspicious, then everyone present is also acting with me, so shouldn't you be suspicious of them as well?"
"If you continue to be suspicious, then our entire group might as well just fall apart." Charles said with a hint of impatience on his face.
Bandage silently looked at his captain in front of him. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a black thorn appeared in his hand. "I... want to... see... your blood..."
Hearing this, a trace of anger appeared on Charles' face. The sharp black thorn instantly appeared in his hand and he scratched his palm with force.
The scarlet blood dripped and dyed the white dandelions on the ground red.
"Is that all right now? Bandage, stop wasting time. Don't forget where you are, and don't forget that I am the captain of the Narwhal!"
Bandage turned a deaf ear, smeared the blood on his finger and pointed it at Linda.
The bald ship doctor opened his mouth and sucked it, then swallowed it. "Everything is normal."
Hearing this, Dipper, who was dressed in red animal skins, stepped forward and stood halfway out of the crowd with Norden and a group of sailors, looking at the bandaged man with unfriendly eyes.
Feeling the coldness in Dipper's eyes, Second Officer Nico stepped forward, pulled the bandage and retreated to the back, whispering: "First Officer, don't be like this, the captain is really angry."
The bandage did not move, he raised his head and looked around at the other crew members who were looking at him. He suddenly took a step back to indicate that it was over.
He did not let go of the doubts in his heart, but now no one was on his side and there was no point in talking any further.
"Dude, your illness is getting worse. Why don't you take a rest for a while when you go back?" Charles said and turned to walk towards the black hole in the distance.
"Everyone, take out the bombs first and blow up the hole. Otherwise, it will be difficult to get out later. Take down the ladder on the Narwhal. We will use it to get down. Hurry up!"
While the crew were working hard, Charles, three hundred meters away, became more and more anxious.
As the captain and governor of Hope Island, he has absolute power on the Narwhal. Even if Bandage knows something, he cannot resist him because everyone else is under his control.
For a moment, Charles hated this kind of one-man rule.
A sharp pain came from the broken limb again, making Charles feel extremely painful.
"Fuck!" Charles really wanted to do something now, but he could do nothing now.
"Don't be anxious, stay calm. The more time passes, the calmer you should be. Think about it, there is no way you can turn the situation around that you haven't thought of." Charles muttered to himself in his mind, suppressing the worry and tension in his heart.
"Boom!!" The violent shaking sound also shook Charles' body. The entrance of the cave was blown open and they were about to go down.
“Think about it, in this situation, is there any way to counter Charles? We must find a way to get out of this predicament.”
"Squeak... squeak... squeak." A special sound slowly approached from a distance. It was Lily's mouse.
"Rat? Rat!" Charles pounced over quickly and caught the rat in his hands before it could raise the alarm.
Feeling the mouse's fur, Charles suddenly had an idea.
Since humans can't get close, why not use mice to influence others? You know, Lily's mice are very intelligent.
Charles quickly cleared a large area of space, grabbed the mouse with one hand, and drew quickly on the ground with the other two hands.
In a comic-like style, Charles uses a simple drawing style to tell what happened to the mouse in his hand.
"I am Charles, the one inside is fake! Can you understand what I wrote?"
Charles was delighted when he felt the mouse in his hand nodding continuously.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. Go back to Lily and ask her to secretly open the diary and summon Anna. She can judge who is the real one. The memory of that guy must belong to 1189-1."
The mouse was put back on the ground. It chirped softly and dived into the white dandelions. Soon, Charles was surrounded by mice, all of which were used to explore the way.
They circled around Charles's drawing and the written message.
"Stop looking, go quickly, they are about to go down!" With a "whoosh", the mice dispersed in an instant.
Charles was anxiously waiting for the mouse's reply. The vibration in the distance indicated that those people had begun to line up to enter the black hole.
Just as Charles felt the footsteps on the ground becoming less and less, a few mice came back.
They squeaked at Charles, as if to express something, but Charles couldn't understand.
"They said that Lily has been put into Charles' pocket and can't hear their voices." T suddenly said.
Any method of his own was perfectly resolved by the other side. Charles always understood Charles himself.
But the next second, Charles was stunned, "Wait, T, can you understand what they say?"
"I mentioned before that I do theoretical research. This ALB/c strain of mice is what we bred for our experimental project. Of the 30,000 to 40,000 genes in mice, about 90% are highly similar to humans."
"Later we discovered that there was no need to use mice at all, we could just use real people."
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