Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Typhon gave Mike a long look.

As Anma's chosen one, she knew what it meant for the snowball not to melt. Anma's gaze had already fallen on this person; he had received divine protection, though it was unclear when this blessing would be fulfilled.

It's strange. Most foreigners who come to Sami pray to the gods but receive no response. What's wrong with this man?

"By the way, Miss Typhon, do you know any fortune tellers at headquarters or in the vicinity? We need a fortune teller to give us some guidance on the path ahead."

"Diviners cannot accurately predict events that will happen in the near future; the content of their divinations is very likely to occur a long time from now."

47. Magellan, unaware of the situation

Mike still looked at the Sarkaz girl with a smile: "It's okay. We have enough."

Typhon remained silent. This team included men and women, Sakotas and Liberians, and a sheep that liked to call someone "senior." No matter how she looked at it, it didn't seem very reliable, and it was far different from the expeditions she had seen before.

These were the very people who saved her.

"Don't worry, do we look like people who don't value their own lives?"

Typhon wanted to say maybe, but he held back.

She didn't know if joining this adventure was the right decision.

...Chihiro 255.595300

Magellan had a habit.

She has a habit of drinking a glass of water first thing in the morning, then washing up in the restroom, and finally having a full meal at the breakfast shop near the entrance.

For her, the most comfortable daily routine is when she's not participating in expeditions.

Today was no different. As usual, Li Boli got dressed and left the room, casually hanging the detector that Mel had customized for her on her waist, and then quickly went downstairs to the restaurant.

She was starving all night and couldn't wait any longer.

She had been to the headquarters of the Joint Investigation Association several times, and this time was no exception; it was as bustling as she remembered.

The vast majority of people entering Sami from Colombia, Casimir, and Ursus resupply here, and one very important reason is that there are detectors jointly developed by several Colombian technology companies here, with not only sales points but also maintenance stations.

Almost everyone knows that without these things, it's practically impossible to make it to the vast, white Sami Icefield, and you could easily lose your life.

No one will make things difficult for themselves.

When Magellan first came here, he was almost ripped off by a merchant, but luckily he ran into his superior from the same company, Director Muirsey of Rhine Labs.

The head of the ecology department said she came looking for her kind, but no one knew how it went, and she hasn't mentioned it since. I hope everything goes well.

Banishing her wild thoughts, Magellan went to the restaurant below the hotel. A quick glance revealed quite a few diners. Just as Liboli was about to make a further move, the detector hanging on her waist suddenly beeped.

However, apart from her own sense of it, not many people in the restaurant noticed the unusual situation.

Why did the alarm suddenly go off?

Magellan was completely baffled. Everything in front of her seemed so normal. Could it be that the detector was malfunctioning?

Li Boli cautiously looked around and, finding no one paying attention to her, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, the detector on her waist was still beeping incessantly.

How can we allow things to go wrong at a time like this?

To solve the immediate problem, Magellan quickly switched the device to vibrate mode. She didn't want to be laughed at for it.

However, she found that she had lost her appetite and had no choice but to leave first.

The streets of the base camp were filled with shops selling goods, including supplies, medicine, telephone booths for convenient communication, and local newsboys standing on the street hawking their wares.

Communication is very inconvenient in the Sami region; mobile phones are practically unusable, making newspapers an important way to stay informed about current events.

"A newspaper, please."

Magellan pulled a Colombian gold coin from her pocket and took the newspaper from the newsboy without looking up. Her fingers accidentally brushed against his hand.

Ah, it's so cool.

Magellan felt as if he had touched a cold stone, and quickly withdrew his hand, dropping the newspaper on the ground.

"Feel sorry."

Liboli hurriedly bent down to pick it up, then looked up at the newsboy's face. His lifeless face showed no expression and was pale. For a moment, Magellan couldn't help but take a step back.

That's incredibly rude.

Li Boli apologized hastily, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and left, during which time the device around her waist kept vibrating.

To ease her embarrassment, the girl picked up the newspaper and glanced at it, only to discover that the date was five days ago.

Even news articles from five days ago are considered old news.

How could this happen? Could it be that the other party took the wrong one?

Li Boli hesitated in place. She originally wanted to go back and exchange it, but when she thought of that face that chilled her to the bone, she couldn't help but shake her head.

Forget it.

So be it.

I feel a little hungry.

Or we should just go outside and build a stove to cook.

Honestly, Little Typhoon clearly said she would wait for her here, how come she suddenly disappeared?

It's been a whole day and there's still no sign of them. Could something have happened to them?

Magellan thought to himself, but then he felt that the possibility was relatively small. The little typhoon was so strong and knew most of the dangers on the ice field. If she got into trouble, how big of a problem would it be?

Li Boli gradually convinced himself that the idea of ​​leaving the base camp to eat outside had never changed and was growing stronger.

In addition, she is a person with extremely strong initiative, so she did not hesitate to start carrying out her plan.

……

Six kilometers south of the Joint Investigation Association’s headquarters, three SUVs were parked on the roadside, and a group of people were gathered together to review the action plan.

"We cannot confirm how severe the erosion is within the base camp. First, the cognition of the survivors has changed. Second, when we arrived here, we were able to receive radio waves emitted from the base camp, indicating that everything was fine, and even the weather information was accurate."

As Mike finished speaking, Typhon, who was standing next to him, raised his hand.

"please say."

"Most people can continue to live even when their cognition is distorted, and their thinking automatically regards the distorted part as normal. So I think there must be quite a few people still alive in the base camp."

"But this raises a new question: why would the demons do this?"

Based on current understanding of evil spirits, their behavior patterns are completely unpredictable, corrupting everything in their path. However, they are now exhibiting regular and planned actions, which compels us to be more vigilant.

Typhon wanted to say no, but when she thought of the enemy's actions when she was ambushed, she swallowed her words.

Demons are inherently incomprehensible beings; trying to figure them out is tantamount to asking for trouble.

Unfortunately, Mike is the kind of person who likes to invite trouble.

"Let's assume that the demon has another purpose in controlling the stronghold. Is it waiting for someone to arrive?"

Xingji asked in surprise, "Are you saying that the demons are waiting for us?"

Holhaya retorted, "How could that be? The demons have no idea we exist."

Mike stroked his chin and turned to ask, "Has anything important happened near headquarters lately?"

"No, I haven't heard of any major events."

48. Typhon's Anger

Since Typhon himself didn't know what was going on, and the possibility that his own people had messed up was very small, Mike had no choice but to shift his attention to the expedition that had disappeared in the North.

Could it be that this group has accomplished something extraordinary that has made the evil spirits so restless that they have taken the initiative to cause trouble?

This possibility cannot be ruled out.

Mike chuckled to himself, wondering when he had become a comedian.

"I'm sorry everyone, but you must keep everything you see from now on a tight secret and not divulge a single word."

Everyone looked at Mike strangely, not understanding what he was going to do.

The man raised his right wrist, placed two fingers of his left hand on the surface of the digital watch, and gently slid them down. Immediately afterward, a bright blue light enveloped his body. In just two seconds, the light dissipated, and a thin young man stood before them.

"I hope you weren't frightened."

Mike was still wearing that coat, but it was noticeably smaller.

"Doctor!"

Adele covered her mouth in surprise, afraid to make a sound.

Not only her, but Xingji's eyes also lit up, while Holhaya gently licked her rosy lips, looking thoughtful.

This man can change his body shape at will?

Typhon was filled with shock.

He is called a PhD...

The Sarkaz girl immediately imagined a good show in her mind.

Evil Colombian scientists have developed a technology that allows them to freely change their bodies, using it to commit evil deeds and evade punishment...

Little did Mike know that Typhon beside him had been imagining a 120-minute sci-fi blockbuster, exclaiming, "It's been a while since I've appeared in front of everyone like this, and even I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

"Where can I find one? A PhD would be the best."

Adele suddenly hugged him.

"OK OK."

Mike tapped his fingers lightly on the hood of the car, quickly reviewed the known information, asked Typhon two seemingly insignificant questions, and then fell into deep thought.

After about several tens of seconds, the thin man gave a bitter smile: "I couldn't even figure out such a simple question."

"what is the problem?"

"Where is it simple?"