When everyone regained consciousness, thinking back on what they had just experienced, and looking at the pile of corpses rolling on the deck, they couldn't help but feel scared.
But what followed was gratitude to Charles. Without him, everyone would have died in front of 005-3.
"Don't surround me. We're not done yet. There must be other black spots on the ship, and we must clean them up thoroughly." Charles, who was having the black thorn on his neck pulled out by Linda, said while enduring the pain.
After working for a while, the crew used crowbars and shovels to remove all the things with black spots stuck on them and threw them into the darkness.
When everything was settled and Charles' treatment was over, he drank plasma while listening to his first and second mates reporting on their work.
"Those things will attach themselves to living bodies and change their minds. But as long as we know their abilities, it's easy to deal with them. The black spots on the ship have been cleared after a carpet search."
After Charles drained the plasma bag, he picked up another one. "We can't let our guard down and let a team continue to suffer from the black thorns and let them be the inspection team."
Charles was really afraid of the spreading ability of this thing. If this black spot was brought to their base under the darkness, then there would be big trouble.
After discussing with his people and implementing several preventive plans, the tension in his mind was finally able to relax.
"Captain, I'm afraid there's another ship..." Charles' eyes suddenly dimmed when he heard the first mate's reminder.
They did not fall with the Narwhal, but remained at 005-3. After so much time had passed, it was obvious that they were in great danger. There were five ships that came up to explore, but only one was left going down.
"Abandon the rescue. Mark the location of 005-3 on the nautical chart and set it as a restricted area. No one is allowed to approach."
Charles knew very few clues about 005-3, and no one could guarantee that modifying human cognition was the only ability he possessed. To be ranked in the top five in the Foundation's ranking, 005 was definitely not simple.
"Ugh~~" The sound of vomiting came from the side, and Charles turned his head and found that it was Grace. She looked very devastated, and the tears on her face washed away her light makeup and two faint tears flowed.
Charles knew what she was vomiting. Three meters to the right were the bodies and heads of the crew members who had been sacrificed before. They were piled up together to form a small pile of corpses. It exuded a disgusting smell of blood, and the sailors were using sticks to pick up these corpses and throw them overboard.
Seeing Linda running over and comforting her in a low voice, Charles looked at her crying with a look of disgust on his face.
"If it doesn't work, change it. It's really a burden to have such a breakdown over such a small matter."
Although the Western Sea said that this girl had the most powerful abilities, her fragile sexiness made her unsuitable for being an explorer.
She is so scared when she sees some dead people. It is hard to say whether she can be of any use if she is really needed at the critical moment.
Linda, who was holding Grace, looked at him in surprise, and then nodded in approval. "Captain, I agree with you. It is indeed the case. Let them replace them with an adult."
At this time, Nico, who had one arm hanging with a white cloth, spoke up, "Captain, I don't think this has anything to do with age. Anyone who sees so many corpses won't react well. They are not explorers and haven't experienced so much death. They just need to adapt to it. I quite like this little girl. If I leave, there will be no one on the ship to talk to me."
Charles thought for a while, then looked up at the ship's doctor who was glaring at Nico with a gloomy face. "Forget it, let her stay here for now. After all, she has already experienced this once, and it should be much better next time she encounters this kind of thing."
Linda felt Grace's trembling in her arms, and her heart softened slightly. After a brief thought, she was about to open her mouth to plead with Charles, but she suddenly stopped and looked at the darkness behind Charles with a shocked expression.
"Captain, be careful!" Dipper rushed over as fast as he could, helped Charles up and took him away from the side of the ship quickly.
When the perspective quickly turned, the seriously injured Charles immediately saw two yellow spots like eyes gradually light up in the darkness outside the ship.
Then everyone on the ship felt that the speed of the falling Narwhal gradually slowed down, and finally it stopped floating in the darkness.
Soon the huge bright spot broke through the darkness and came in front of the Narwhal. At first, Charles thought it was a huge wall coming out of the darkness, but after seeing the number on it, he realized that it was a giant flying object comparable to Lonca.
Under the gaze of everyone, the huge steel wall in the darkness slowly fell, and soon a flat deck with a runway appeared in front of Charles.
Rows of searchlights allowed Charles to see the neatly parked planes and three rows of Foundation members in white space suits.
The one at the bottom was not wearing a helmet, but from his signature smirk and the green hair on his head, he was the former Second Officer Feuerbach, the Narwhal.
Charles looked at him coldly, "You guys have been watching the show for such a long time?"
Feuerbach shook his head and denied it. "No, I was thinking of coming to help you, but I didn't expect that you would solve this kind of trouble by yourself. You really deserve to be my captain."
Charles did not express his attitude towards what Feuerbach said, and directly changed the subject and said: "Since the matter has been resolved, what does the person behind you want you to come here for?"
Feuerbach smiled again. "We have changed our minds. We think you can still be useful, especially at this critical moment."
After the other party finished speaking, he threw something over. Charles stretched out his tentacles and quickly rolled the thing in front of him. It was a palm-sized metal structure similar to a round pancake, with a button in the center of the top.
"After Dr. T3's efforts, we have decided to have a preliminary cooperation with you, which will include technical support and intelligence sharing."
With a "click", as the transparent tentacle gently pressed the button above, a circular three-dimensional projection appeared in front of Charles.
There is also a small dot that is constantly flashing red light. This is a map, a three-dimensional map in the darkness.
(End of this chapter)