"According to divination and several \'secret items\' held by the Federation... The discovery on the star of hope is related to target 1!"

On the helicopter, Baird quickly took over a confidential document.

"Your task is to ensure the safety of researchers and bring back the findings intact."

A man in Black said seriously, "the Federation will have an extraordinary team at your disposal."

"I see."

Baird took a deep breath and signaled that he was completely clear.

Although my heart is not optimistic about divination, since it is a task, I must complete it.

……

At the same time, on the star of hope.

Female diver Shanna knocked on the door of Harlan scholar\'s room with a dinner plate with sandwiches and coffee on it.

Since he got those photos and mud plates, the scholar has been buried in his research and locked himself in his room for a day and a night, which is really worrying.

Dong Dong!

Dong Dong!

There was a knock on the door, but there was no response from Harlan.

"This... Something happened."

Xia Na didn\'t care about anything. She let go of her inspiration and explored behind the door.

Next second.

She felt the terrible darkness, surging with the scouring feeling of historical time, which made her whole person tremble.

"Someone!"

Her shrill voice cut through the silence.

A moment later, several sailors came and split Harlan\'s bedroom door with a fire axe.

Bang!

The bedroom door was smashed open and a smell of blood came to my nose.

"Not good."

The sailors entered the room with shotguns in hand.

They saw a pool of dark red blood on the ground. They saw Harlan scholar sitting in a chair with a revolver in his mouth.

The wall behind him was covered with red, white and black stains.

"Vomit!"

Seeing this, several crew members immediately turned their heads, covered their throats and retched.

"Harlan... Committed suicide? Impossible!"

Shana was the first not to believe that Harlan, as an extraordinary person and the scholar with lofty ideals and goals, would commit suicide.

\'unless... Is manipulated? But who can manipulate him... Is it... "

Almost subconsciously, Shana doubted her previous harvest.

Among those ancient ruins, there are terrible secrets and perhaps amazing pollution, which greatly increases the possibility of explorers encountering supernatural events.

However, as a mature explorer, Harlan scholars should have prevented this kind of thing long ago.

"Don\'t mess around and keep the scene."

Shana took a deep breath, walked forward and saw the desk in front of Harlan.

Scattered photos are piled up on the desk, and the confused drafts have been deciphered. This is the result of Harlan\'s research in a short time.

Although she knew it was full of danger, Shana couldn\'t help glancing at it.

On the white paper, there are several lines of messy words.

——"Darkness... Creator... Destroy the world..."

——"Zerg... Sea monkey..."

——"Ha ha... Originally, human beings who boasted of nobility, wisdom and world domination... In ancient times, the truth was..."

The top two lines should be the translated words, and the following is Harlan\'s record of his mood.

Shana felt that Harlan must have discovered some terrible secret, which made his mind violently impacted and unable to control himself. Coupled with the influence of pollution, he chose to end his life by himself.

"Ancient truth... What does this have to do with the present?"

She felt that she was only one step away from the truth, but she couldn\'t touch it.

"Is it because the truth is so cruel that Harlan doesn\'t want to write it?"

Shana\'s eyes are slightly red.

Just then, several figures emerged from the darkness.

It\'s the extraordinary team of the Federation.

"What\'s going on?"

When the leader saw this scene, he immediately frowned: "Harlan scholar... Committed suicide?"

Outside, the sound of the helicopter\'s propeller vibrated and shadows slid down.

Baird walked into the cabin and saw this scene, his face sank like water.

"You\'re late."

Shana sighed.

"According to the order of the Federation, I can do everything that I think is beneficial to the Federation... Ms. Shana Besta! Please cooperate with our work."

Baird looked at the scene with a twitch in the corner of his eye.

He felt that he had not done well since he became an errand runner in the countermeasure room.

"Please tell me the details."

Baird said to Shana, "there are all the discoveries. Please give them to me for safekeeping."

"Of course."

Shana pointed out the door: "let\'s go to the restaurant."

An extraordinary person stood directly beside Baird, while the rest were investigating the scene and even preparing to arrange a channeling ceremony.

Even if it is a dead man, there are many ways to make him speak!

……

restaurant.

Baird held the teacup in disbelief:

"So... Harlan scholar committed suicide because he decrypted some historical documents and couldn\'t bear the truth?"

He doesn\'t think it should be the truth.

At least, there is no historical document that has anything to do with Turing Arthas.

"The mud board and photos must be properly sealed." Think about it, Baird said solemnly.

"Of course..."

Xia Na bowed her head and her face was full of sadness.

"Mr. Colonel, the result came out."

At this time, the captain of the extraordinary team came over with an ugly expression: "we can\'t channel Mr. Harlan\'s soul, as if it had completely dissipated, which is very abnormal..."

"Is the clue... Broken again?"

Baird looked at Shana: "the union needs you."

"Ha ha... Now it\'s not just literature, but even people have to be forcibly recruited?" Xia Na sneered, but did not refute.

After all, Harlan scholars also hoped to contribute to the Federation.

"How much do you know about the ancient Sulu myth?"

Baird suddenly asked a question.

"This is a very unorthodox historical assumption. It was put forward by unknown scholars and summarized by Mr. Harlan. They believe that in ancient times, there was a brilliant mythical civilization... As for why it was called \'ancient Sulu era\', I don\'t know..."

Xia Na replied, "and this mud board is also a cultural relic of the ancient Sulu era."

Baird nodded. "It seems that... We need a lot of Archaeology and historians, um... And the kind that is especially popular."

……

"Oh? Dug out?"

Posero.

In the midst of the devastation, the spirits of the void emerged and formed a legion.

On the ground, there are broken robots. Occasionally, electric sparks twinkle in their eyes and dim quickly.

Suru sat high on the throne and suddenly looked at the direction of the sea.

That mud board is not a "historical text", but he forged it.

However, the above information may indeed become \'true\'!