Looking at the file marked with his name, Charles seemed to click directly on the folder called Charles in order to verify something.

The rows of names inside look creepy, "Soul", "Internal Organs", "Torso......

Although he didn't know what the reason was, he understood that the computer file he had just moved was actually himself, and he had been completely digitized in front of the computer.

No, he's not alone, everyone on Island 68 is digitized, and as long as you use this computer that acts like a real controller, you can easily copy, drag, and delete!

Just as Charles was shocked by the discovery, Tuba the stickman jumped straight into the folder from the back of the file interface.

He didn't talk nonsense to Charles, and went straight into one of the folders, and the other two weird triangles followed suit.

When Charles saw that the folder was actually a soul, a cool breath suddenly rushed directly to the back of his head.

Now Tuba is scurrying around in his soul with two "blackboard erasers", and if the things in it go a little wrong, he will really be finished!

Charles clicked directly on his own "Soul" folder with the fastest mouse arrow.

As soon as it was opened, Charles saw Tuba digging into the "Memory" folder.

"Don't run around in my soul! how can I save you?" Charles asked aloud to Tuba.

"Hit the thing chasing me with the mouse arrow!!Hurry up!"

Charles moved the mouse arrow and clicked on the black triangle, and for a moment Charles seemed to hold the front of a motor that was turned on to the maximum, and the hand he held the mouse shook violently.

The triangles formed by various weird strings on the screen are constantly shaking under the pressure of mouse arrows.

"What's next, what's next?" said Charles, who had almost his entire body on the mouse, yelling at Tuba who was being chased by another triangle.

"Move! Move it out! Only 068 can deal with them!!" Tuba kept reminding him that he was being chased by another triangle, running upside down the paperstand.

"Where's it going, to the recycle bin or to the desktop?" said Charles, using all his strength to suppress the mouse that was about to get out of control.

"What's the use of those two places? Isn't it still inside 68? Move it out of the screen!!"

"What?" Taking advantage of Charles's stunned moment, Triangle instantly broke away from the control of the mouse button and chased after Tuba again.

Not daring to be careless, Charles hit one of the triangles with the arrow again, and began to move the mouse with all his strength.

Slowly, the trembling and twitching triangle left the folder of memories that belonged to Charles and came to the table.

Charles watched as the black triangle was clicked by the mouse, slowly moving the edge of the gray table, and finally they broke through the constraints of the black and white screen and came to the empty outside.

Looking at the mouse buttons and the constantly shaking triangle suspended in the air, Charles suddenly let go of the mouse.

"Smack!" The white mouse arrow instantly bounced back to the computer, and the black triangle disappeared in an instant.

Charles didn't care about such a grotesque phenomenon at this time, and directly moved the mouse to catch the other triangle that was chasing Tuba and dragged it outside the computer screen.

When it was all over, Tuba suddenly collapsed on a video file belonging to Charles's memory.

"Oh my God, I was dragged away, and I was almost chased to death by them. ”

Looking at the black stickman representing Tuba, Charles was about to say something, when an extremely violent trembling sound began to appear, and the sound of water gushing outside the door was heard, and human screams and cries.

Hearing these noises, Charles's heart tightened, and he asked Tuba, "What's the matter? Should you just throw those two "blackboard erasers" into reality in order to get rid of your danger?"

"Shhhh Tuba didn't answer Charles's question directly, but what he meant was just as self-evident.

"Are you crazy! You're going to kill a lot of people like this! The whole people of Island 68 are going to be involved in you. Charles griled as he quickly opened the file between them, pulling a file called Twinkle into the file.

"Huh~" Twinkle instantly appeared beside Charles.

"What are you afraid of? Do you think they're real people? They just look like people? Actually, they're just neurons of 068, even if they're all dead, they'll be refreshed and restored.

"The consciousness of all the people in this place is a whole, and it's Project 068, which is the computer in front of you. ”

Charles didn't have time to argue with the other party, so he quickly turned on the four hard drives and began to search for the names of his crew.

Now the angle chaser "Chaser" is outside, and the crew is now in very dangerous situations and must get everyone back.

As the folders of crew names were dragged into the hidden folders, the crew members who had come down with Charles quickly appeared next to Charles.

Dipper, who was swinging his hands wildly, fell to the ground with a thud, looked around in surprise, and wiped the seawater from his face with his hands, and quickly rushed to Charles's side.

"Captain, what's going on, why am I here all of a sudden?"

"I don't have time to explain, how was it outside when you came in?" Charles asked, repeating it.

"I don't know what's going on, they just picked up a woman and tempted me, but all of a sudden, the sea water poured in, and the woman who split in front of me lost most of her body. ”

Hearing this, Charles's movements instantly sped up, and he was engrossed in searching his crew.

With all the crew members found, the entire cramped room became crowded.

"First mate!" Charles ordered as he searched.

The bandage immediately brought the crew to their feet and began a swift inspection.

Soon, the first mate of the narwhal said that all the crew members had arrived, and after comparing the number on the sleeve, there was no one more and no one less.

Just when he heard the bandage report, Charles finally found the folder named Narwhal, he clicked directly inside, and saw that the crew members who stayed on the ship were inside.

At this moment, Tuba suddenly crawled in front of Charles from the folder next to him, "Those things are in No. 68 now, as long as we turn off No. 68 directly at this time, they will be trapped here forever! ”

"Don't forget, we're in 68 too! If we turn it off, we're really done!" said Charles, frowning, to Tuba.

"What's this, you can find someone to turn off the phone for you, you just run away by yourself. ”