The whole world is gray.
In the empty dream, one can feel thoughts coming from all directions. Those active thoughts, along with the spirit and soul, move together like resonating torches, lighting up the originally dark night sky.
"What a useless skill."
Fang Zheng opened his eyes and yawned helplessly.
After killing Cthulhu, Fang Zheng gained two skills, namely [Dream Invasion] and [Transdimensional Touch]. The latter can make Fang Zheng more interesting, but the former is useless to Fang Zheng. [Dream Invasion] is just as its name suggests, it is the ability to invade other people's dreams. Cthulhu can use this method to invade the minds of mortals without leaving their homes, brainwash them, and make them his believers - well, this is quite useful for the giant yellow octopus that is sealed in R'lyeh and cannot go out.
But for Fang Zheng...it's useless!
He is not an evil god, and he does not need to use this method to pollute the minds and brainwash his believers.
Originally Fang Zheng was thinking about whether he could come up with some other uses for it, but after trying it over and over again, he finally had no choice but to give up.
The truth is that Fang Zheng can't find any use for this thing at the moment.
Forget it, let it be.
Fang Zheng got up from the bed, washed his face, then opened the door and walked out of the room.
The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew towards us, refreshing our spirits. Looking around, snowflakes fell from the sky, slowly falling, dyeing the entire earth white.
"Ah, Master, you're awake!"
At this time, Nymph also came to Fang Zheng with a smile and raised her hand.
"Look, I made a snow rabbit!"
"Yeah, very cute, very cute."
Looking at the lifelike snow rabbit in Nymph's hand, which looked like a sculpture, Fang Zheng smiled and touched the little angel's head. At this moment, another generous and majestic voice sounded.
"Hey, Mr. Van Helsing, you're awake!"
Fang Zheng looked up and saw a white man in a thick fur coat smiling and shaking the bottle of wine in his hand, greeting him, and Fang Zheng nodded.
"Yes, how are you doing."
"Hahaha, thanks to you! Everything went smoothly!"
The white man raised the bottle again and waved it at Fang Zheng.
That’s right, Fang Zheng is currently on a scientific expedition to Antarctica with Nymph and Asakura Ryoko.
After that, Detective Valentine and Francis really did what they said and started looking for information everywhere. Because they had the financial support of Fang Zheng (or more precisely, the Federal Reserve), their actions were quite effective. Fang Zheng soon found a piece of news from them about a US geographical expedition team planning to go to Antarctica for investigation. Considering that he had never been to Antarctica in his previous life, Fang Zheng contacted Miskanitok University through this news and joined this Antarctic adventure as a sponsor.
By the way, Francis and Valentine went to investigate the meteorite crash in New Orleans, so they didn't travel together, but for Fang Zheng... this was certainly not a problem.
After all, they have crowbars and brooches given to them by Fang Zheng to resist mental influence. If they try to commit suicide again, Fang Zheng won't be able to do anything about it, right?
The goal of this expedition team was to conduct geological surveys and research as deeply as possible in the center of Antarctica. There were a total of 16 people in their group, all of whom were either scientific research experts or assistants and engineers. Fang Zheng, Nymph and Asakura Ryoko were the only three idle people...
Of course, at the beginning the expedition team obviously did not want Fang Zheng and others to join. In their opinion, these people were the second-generation rich who had nothing to do and wanted nothing more than to seek excitement. They might even bring trouble to the expedition team. However, thanks to the almighty capitalist society, as long as there is money, there is nothing that cannot be solved.
Well, that presupposes you have money.
“……!”
Just when Fang Zheng and Nymph were playing in the snow, they saw a group of people striding out of a house not far away, talking loudly and noisily about something.
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
Fang Zheng walked up to the drinking white man and asked, but the white man shook his head.
"It's the disagreement between our commander-in-chief and Professor Lake, eh..."
"Oh, that again."
Hearing the white man's words, Fang Zheng nodded. Professor Lake was a biology professor in the expedition team. The conflict between him and the expedition commander originated from a mysterious triangular geological layer they found when they flew across the snow-capped mountains. Hmm... Professor Lake hoped to investigate westward and conduct a comprehensive and thorough investigation of the mysterious geological layer. The other professor, who was the commander-in-chief, hoped to achieve the set goal. After all, this was Antarctica. Although they had a lot of supplies with Fang Zheng's funding, they still needed to race against time.
After all, supplies are limited, and time is also limited. If we cannot achieve the goal of reaching the heart of Antarctica in the short summer, then when winter comes, everyone will have to wait for death together.
Of course, the final result was that Professor Lake took some people to explore the west, while the commander-in-chief stayed in the camp with the remaining few people - after all, this is Antarctica, and if something happens, even calling 119 won't work.
Now it has been several days since Professor Lake led the scientific expedition. Fang Zheng also learned from other people in the camp that Professor Lake seemed to have made some major discoveries - but this had nothing to do with them. Fang Zheng was mainly accompanying Nymph to observe animals such as Antarctic penguins and seals. Compared to those fossils, the living furry little cuties were obviously more interesting.
However, just when Fang Zheng was considering whether to continue to go to the Antarctic penguin nest with Nymph to check out the situation today, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a heavy leather coat, goggles and a leather hat walking towards them.
"Mr. Van Helsing, I am very sorry to bother you."
"Professor Mike, what happened?"
Looking at the man in front of him, Fang Zheng also looked at him curiously. The man in front of him was the commander-in-chief of the expedition team, Professor Mike, a representative of the Department of Geology at Miskanitok University, a relatively calm man. But at the moment, he was not calm.
"There has been no contact from Professor Lake."
Professor Mike's expression was very serious. You know, the two sides have been communicating through the radio these days, and Fang Zheng has also learned most of the process. Yesterday, Professor Lake seemed to have built a camp at the designated location, and there seemed to be some century-old discovery yesterday, which made everyone in the camp excited to death.
But after a night...there was no sound?
"I have contacted Captain Douglas. They plan to send the last plane over. We need to gather all the members in the camp and head to Professor Lake. May I ask..."
"No problem, we'll go together."
Fang Zheng nodded.
"Although we don't understand scientific research, I think we can still help a little in other areas."
“That’s great.”
Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, Professor Mike also revealed a relaxed smile. The reason why Fang Zheng and his team were able to join the expedition team this time was not only because of Fang Zheng's identity as the "financial sponsor", but also because Fang Zheng and Nymph used information modification to give Asakura Ryoko the professional qualification of "nurse".
After all, with such a large expedition team, no one can be sure whether anyone will get injured or sick. With professional medical staff on hand, people will naturally feel more at ease.
There is no response from Professor Lake at the moment. Maybe a geological disaster such as an avalanche suddenly occurred, or something else might have gone wrong. In short, it is very likely that someone was injured, so it would obviously be better if there were professional medical staff.
Fang Zheng certainly wouldn't mind this. If he didn't want to watch the fun, then why would he come to Antarctica?
I’ve almost had enough of petting seals.
Climbing mountains more often is good for your physical and mental health.
After obtaining the consent of all members, people quickly completed the loading of supplies, and after a short rest, they immediately set off towards Professor Lake's camp.
During the four and a half hour flight, people seemed very uneasy. They made radio calls to the camp again and again, but received no response. This instead aroused people's deep fear - after all, this is Antarctica. Logically speaking, apart from sudden geological disasters and weather, nothing should have such a devastating impact on such a well-equipped adventure team. Of course, so far, others are still inclined to believe that there may be some problem or damage with Professor Lake's radio transmitter and he is waiting for their rescue.
Finally, the plane found the camp built by Professor Lake on the hills between the mountains, and then landed on a flat ground not far away.
"Quick, let's go see what happened!"
As soon as the plane door opened, the others couldn't wait to leave the plane. Fang Zheng also left with Nymph and Asakura Ryoko, and then came to the scientific research camp not far away.
The current scientific research camp is already in a mess.
The windbreak fences around were completely knocked down and the tents were torn to pieces. Not only that, but what was even more conspicuous was the bright-colored debris on the white snow that looked like a mixture of flesh and blood.
Everyone in the camp, including the animals, had turned into torn corpses.
"Oh my God..."
Seeing this scene, many people were stunned for a long time, while Fang Zheng frowned. He narrowed his eyes, glanced around, and then cast his gaze on several raised mounds not far away.
Looks like we're in trouble again.