"The mission is over?"

This unexpected answer naturally surprised the members of Zheng Gaoya's team, and they began to repeat this sentence involuntarily.

"Have other teams made any progress? We currently only have some normal samples collected, and..."

Zheng Gaoya turned to look at the shortest Extraction:

"Is Zhang Tong's nameplate still with you?"

Extraction nodded without saying anything, then reached into his pocket and took out a metal nameplate and showed it to Lin Qingliu.

Watching the other party take out a bone fragment from his already tattered pocket, Lin Qingliu had no choice but to nod in agreement.

At this moment, he has two completely different perspectives at the same time, or it can be said that there is no problem with the filters.

He assimilated half of his body with the mycelium, allowing himself to see the illusory scene that the five people in front of him saw, while the other eye still maintained real vision.

At this moment, Lin Qingliu's brain was exposed to two different kinds of information at the same time, but most of the information was able to reflect each other.

The so-called nameplate was a piece of broken bones, the standard weapon in Zheng Gaoya's hand was a crooked branch, and their words were actually just the opening and closing of their mouths and the movement of their throats. Lin Qingliu could hear nothing except the occasional hoarse sound.

"Yes, other teams have made breakthroughs, giving us a new understanding of this world."

Facing the inquiring gazes of Zheng Gaoya and others, Lin Qingliu looked around:

“You should also be able to find that this forest is not simple, so there are some things I cannot say here.

"What if this forest is alive? That would be bad, right?"

"That makes sense. Do you need command? If you have the documents with you, I can hand over command of the squad to you."

"Don't bother. Just think of me as a guide. It's my job to take you back."

"Okay, then shall we set off now, or wait until daybreak?"

"Let's talk about it in the morning. You can still get some more rest."

In just a few words, Lin Qingliu had already gained some of Zheng Gaoya's trust.

After receiving the captain's order, the rest of the people fell asleep peacefully, and only Zheng Gaoya and Lin Qingliu, code-named "High Tower", were responsible for keeping watch.

"You have worked really hard on this mission. Those who dare to come out of Hope City are true warriors."

Lin Qingliu's praise came from the heart. Although Zheng Gaoya agreed with him verbally, his hands never left the weapon at his waist.

"What are you talking about? The more significant results of other teams mean that they must have encountered more dangerous situations. Although our journey was a bit boring, it was still safe after all."

"tedious……"

Lin Qingliu seemed to be savoring the word, and then asked casually:

"Would it be convenient for me to take a look at your exploration log? I'm just curious."

"OK."

This kind of thing is not a secret. Most teams will have their own logs, and the content in them is rarely confidential. As a fellow superpower, Lin Qingliu can naturally see it if he wants to.

So Zheng Gaoya took out a notebook from the backpack behind him and opened it in the light of the fire.

"Why do you feel a little damp?"

He muttered this to himself subconsciously, not desiring an answer from anyone.

"Maybe it's because the humidity in the forest is higher?"

Lin Qingliu gave a more reasonable explanation.

Zheng Gaoya nodded and flipped through a few pages casually, but his expression gradually became more serious:

"The writing inside seems a little blurry..."

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"This is a normal phenomenon after being damp."

Lin Qingliu still looked calm and composed, as if he had seen this kind of thing many times before.

"But the paper and pens provided by the exploration program are specially made, so this situation shouldn't happen."

Zheng Gaoya had no intention of explaining too much to Lin Qingliu. His instinct had already given him a warning, and he began to look around, becoming somewhat suspicious.

"Maybe something is wrong. Do you have any other way to verify it?"

Lin Qingliu was like an assistant teacher, patiently guiding Zheng Gaoya.

"Verify...Verify..."

The man's tone became a little hurried, and he subconsciously wanted to wake up his teammates, but was stopped by Lin Qingliu:

"Let them have a good rest, you just go get the items, we'll try to figure out the problem before daybreak, that will be better for everyone."

Zheng Gaoya nodded and walked towards several teammates around him, and took all the backpacks that were placed next to the sleeping bags to the area around the campfire.

He took out the signal transmitter, but couldn't turn it on, as if it had been boiled in water for several hours.

The rest of the items were similar, except that the uneaten nutritional paste seemed to have deteriorated in some way, changing from a paste to a liquid.

The beacons that could be used to mark special locations could no longer be lit.

Zheng Gaoya tried again and again, changing equipment, batteries, and even the starting position.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Lin Qingliu's left eye was watching Zheng Gaoya who was searching in vain, and his right eye was watching a corpse that had already begun to decay and was constantly stirring the already messy semi-rotten matter, with his mouth making "ho ho" sounds representing anger from time to time, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Human imagination is based on reality. Faced with those branches that don't react at all, the performance after filtering and mental rendering is that all instruments and props are ineffective.

And when one flaw appears in one part of the camouflage, all the other flaws will begin to peel off bit by bit like fragments.

The one who personally revealed this disguise was not someone else, but Zheng Gaoya himself who noticed the abnormality in his own behavior.

The diary that had been soaked in sewage felt damp to him, and the fact that there were not many records on it to begin with, now that they were all smeared out, made him even more certain that the smudges were caused by the moisture.

However, this discovery was inconsistent with his basic understanding, and it revealed a corner of the disguise.

Zheng Gaoya sat dejectedly beside the campfire, not noticing that one of his hands had been extended to the flame that did not really exist, and naturally there was no burning pain.

He looked at Lin Qingliu with a hint of questioning in his eyes:

"You seem to have anticipated all this?"

"Um."

"Did our operation fail?"

"Um."

"How much of what you said was true? How much of it was to appease us?"

Lin Qingliu's expression changed for the first time. He thought for a few seconds and said:

"It is true that we have a new understanding of this world. It is also true that I am here to take you back."