Mysteries of the Earthsea

Charles is talking about Feuerbach, but due to his existence as a Foundation clone, this is probably a false name.

He knew everything about himself clearly, so the Foundation should also know his own details.

For this, Charles is not very worried. Compared with the messy things in the Earth Sea, he, a person who crossed before 1000, is not ranked at all.

"If I have a chance, I will go to the central computer to search again. Charles stops, they are in front, and they will be discovered in the past."

Charles, who buried his body in the white dandelion, felt that there was no strength on his body at this time, and the pain was still torturing his nerves.

But he doesn't have time to care about this now. The vibrations of footsteps and speeches from afar indicate that the situation over there is a little nervous.

"Bandages, don't think too much, I said, don't understand the monsters, everything they do is bewitching you, and any questions you asked before, I will answer them completely."

"What's so puzzling? You see, I didn't leave you at all. How could I be affected by other things? If even I was suspicious, then everyone present would also act with me, then you Shouldn’t you be suspicious as well?"

"If the suspicion continues like this, then our whole group will simply fall apart." Charles said with a trace of impatientness on his face.

The bandage silently looked at his captain in front of him, and suddenly he stretched out his hand, and a black thorn appeared in his hand. "I...want to...see...your blood..."

Hearing this, Charles showed a trace of anger on his face, and the sharp black thorns appeared in his hand instantly, stroking his palm forcefully.

The scarlet blood dripped and stained the white dandelion red.

"Is it now? Bandages, don't waste time. Don't forget where you are now, and don't forget...I am the captain of the Narwhal."

The bandage turned a deaf ear, sticking blood with his fingers, and pointed at Linda.

The bald ship doctor opened his mouth and sucked directly before swallowing. "everything is normal."

Hearing this, Dip, dressed in red animal skins, took a step forward, and brought Norden and a group of sailors to stand out from the crowd halfway, and looked at the bandage with ugly eyes.

Feeling the coldness in Dip's eyes, the second mate Nico stepped forward, pulled the bandage back and retreated, whispering: "Mate, don't do 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, expressing retreat.

He didn't let go of the doubts in his heart, but no one was on his side anymore. in case

"Dude, your illness is getting more and more serious. If you don't wait for this time to go back, you can rest for a while." Charles finished speaking and turned to the black hole in the distance.

"Everyone first take out the bomb and blow up the hole. Otherwise, it won't come out well. Take down the ladder on the Narwhal, and we will use it later."

As the crew were working in full swing, Charles, who was 300 meters away, became more anxious.

As Charles, on the Narwhal, he has absolute rights, even if the bandage knows something, he can't resist the opponent, because now other people are under his control.

Charles felt a little bit at a time, hating this kind of utterance.

A sharp pain came from the severed limb again, which moved Charles with great pain.

"Fuck!" Charles wanted to do something very much now, but he couldn't do anything now.

He knew that if he charged directly with his current strength, he would only be easily killed by his powerful self.

"Don't worry, calm down, the longer this time, the more calm you should be. Think about it, now there are some things that I didn't think of." Charles said to himself in his mind.

"Boom!!" The violent trembling sound also shook Charles's body, the hole was exploded, and they wanted 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 voice slowly approached from a distance. It was Lily's mouse.

"Mouse? Mouse!" Charles quickly rushed over, and quickly grabbed the mouse in his hand before calling the police.

Feeling the furry hair of the mouse, Charles suddenly had an idea.

Since humans cannot get close, why not use rats to influence others? You know, Lily's mouse intelligence is quite high.

A large piece of land was quickly vacated, Charles grabbed the mouse with one hand, and quickly painted with the other two hands on the ground.

Similar to the way of comics, Charles told the mouse what happened to the mouse in his hand through a simple style of painting.

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"I am Charles, the one in UU reading www.uukānshu.com is fake! Can you understand what I wrote?"

Charles felt happy when he felt the mouse in his hand keep nodding his head.

"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 true. The memory of that guy must belong to the memory of 1189-1."

The mouse was quickly put back on the ground, and it screamed softly. It didn't take long before Charles was surrounded by rats, all of which were used to find the way.

They revolve around Charles' paintings and written messages.

"Don't look, go, they are going down soon!"

With a "wow", the mice dispersed instantly.

Charles anxiously waited for the mouse's reply, and the tremor in the distance had already indicated that those people had already started queuing into the black hole.

Just when Charles felt that the footsteps on the ground were getting less and less, a few mice came back.

They screamed at Charles, seeming to express some meaning, but Charles couldn't understand it.

"They said Lily had been put in Charles's pocket, and they couldn't hear their voices." T suddenly said.

"Fuck!" Charles swore angrily, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, any way he did, the opposite was perfectly resolved, Charles always knew Charles himself.

But the next second, Charles was taken aback, "Wait, T, do you understand them?"

"I said before that I was doing theoretical research. This kind of high IQ BALB/c strain of mice was developed by us as an experimental project. Among the 30,000 to 40,000 genes in mice, about 90% ’S genes are highly similar to humans.”

"Later we discovered that there is no need to use mice at all, just use real people."