"You are not interested in the experimental results of transplanting the special abilities of the project to humans?"

Seeing the row of words on the screen, Charles's hand stretched out immediately stopped.

"The Foundation cracked the mystery of the relics, and they really did it?"

Charles clearly means something behind this message, which means that the relics, which cannot be explained by science, can be harmonious with science, and it also means that the foundation has fully mastered this ability.

198 answered Charles' question slowly, ":), no doubt, just three years after the success of the Dawn Project, the experiment of the scientific research team led by Dr. D4 was successful for the first time."

Charles, who was frowning, looked at the tablet in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Totally successful? No side effects?"

"Of course it's not that simple. Although the first experimental subject soon transformed into Project 1XXX and was executed by Project 1938, Dr. D4 soon led his team to carry out experimental improvements. The most successful experimental data are in my database. Do you want such extraordinary power? As long as you help me, I can give you all these materials."

I have to say that Charles began to be moved. Who doesn’t want the ability to become stronger? This unknown power can turn an ordinary person into a superman, which will definitely help him explore.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Charles asked.

"Help me find 399, I need to find it. Although I was locked in a box, I could clearly feel that when the island sank, something took it away and fell into the depths of the abyss."

At this moment, Tuba, who was not talking at all, leaned over and whispered: "Let me tell you, it was created by 399 and 1947. What experiments were done by those people before, but I don't know what went wrong, and 198 came out like this."

Charles was very surprised to hear this strange thing.

Can relics and relics also create new relics?

However, Charles immediately threw away the messy thoughts, and his attention returned to the screen of 198, while the other party was typing again.

"399 and 319 should be in the white beast's nest. You only need to look for 399 when looking for 319, which will not delay your energy."

"Have you considered that since it was the first time it was taken away by the white beast, 399 is very likely to be dead."

"There is this possibility. If the 399 melody disappears, the conditions are switched, and back to the sea, find the Internet port, and assist me in uploading the network."

Tuba opened his mouth and fiddled with his hands, explaining to 198: "That, actually outside-"

Charles slapped his hand and stuffed Tuba back into his stomach. "Okay, no problem, that's it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't bother taking off his diving suit and quickly walked towards the captain's room with the tablet.

Soon he took out a black marker from an iron box and quickly started writing.

This is his contract with 198. He helped 198 find 399 or helped him upload the Internet. The experimental records of human absorption of relics are the reward for completing the task.

As the words on it disappeared quickly, Charles and 198's contract was confirmed, and neither could be violated.

Charles doesn't trust this guy. What exactly does an artificial intelligence want to upload the network?

Of course, what it didn't know was that the situation outside had changed drastically, and there was no Internet anymore, and it couldn't upload anywhere after it went up.

After a little rest, the Narwhale drove into the dark sea again.

The previous incident gave Charles a warning. The white beast did not seem to be detected by sonar. He deliberately asked the two sailors to stand on the submarine as watchers and observe the undetectable dead feet.

"What other clues do you know about the White Beast? How many people are there?" Charles asked.

He had to find a way to understand the number of those things. After all, he only had an ordinary submarine. If there were hundreds of white beasts below, it would be better to go back directly.

"Not many. According to my calculations over the years, I estimate that there are about 50 digits, but it is possible that there are even fewer. On the afternoon of June 14, 8 years ago, something went to their nest from the side. According to the energy fluctuations, it is highly likely that they would have fought. In the next three years, they did not come up to get other relics."

"This sea is dangerous, and they are also difficult to live here."

Hearing this, Charles felt a little relieved. At least he wasn't looking at it.

Charles also fought with them. He knew that although the white beast had special abilities, it was not very dangerous after simple restraint. He was even more worried about the huge sea monster before.

Before, one was so difficult to deal with. If there were more, the Narwhal would probably be dismantled.

He needs a spy, and Feuerbach's shark is obviously competent for the role.

The propeller of the Narwhal stopped, and more than a dozen red sharks rushed out like torpedoes.

The lights quickly turned off, and the other crew members were waiting quietly in the submarine.

Charles called Tuba aside and asked him: "Is there a huge crisis in the remaining projects of the main island? This matter must be made clear, it is related to our life or death."

Charles won't ask how powerful the things that control the white beast are. He is even more afraid that the relics brought down will suddenly appear.

If the No. 3 Gate had not been suddenly blocked by the inexplicable eyeball, the entire ship would have been buried in the sea.

"No, how could it be? Everyone is not very dangerous. We had a lot of fun together. The guy in Gate No. 3 is already the most dangerous, but as long as no one messes with it, it will not hurt anyone."

After hearing this, Charles knew it. Since the foundation's main island, the depths of the main island cannot be filled with extremely dangerous relics such as 1002.

"What is 399? Do you have any special abilities?" Charles asked about the details of another project.

"Uh...it...it's a brain."

"Brain?"

"Yes, a big, big human brain." Tuba opened his hands and gestured.

As if knowing what Charles was thinking, Tuba continued: "It's not dangerous, either, and those people even asked it to go shopping on the streets themselves, and I also heard that it fell in love with a woman."

"What?" This information is too large, and Charles is a little unable to turn it around.

Who is this? He actually fell in love with a living relics and talked about love with a huge brain. Wouldn’t he feel disgusted?

Just as Charles thought so, the Shark came back and brought back an exciting news.
Chapter completed!