After seeing the sloppy and sharp letters, Lawrence and the first mate beside him were stunned.

"Humans have and only have two eyes······ Why is there such a sentence engraved here?" The first mate's eyes widened, and he stared at the line for a long time before turning his head in confusion, "Isn't this a very normal thing?

With the exception of a very small number of congenital malformations, who doesn't have two eyes?"

Lawrence didn't speak immediately, but broke the silence after a long silence: "Who do you think left this line behind?"

「.… The aborigines of the island?" The first mate said uncertainly, "There was once someone on this island?"

"It's hard to say about this island, but there must be people on Dagger Island in the real world," Lawrence said slowly, reaching out and gently touching the notches on the wall, the rough and real touch came from his fingertips, as if to convey the strong emotion and thought when this sentence was engraved, "Human beings have and only have two eyes, and someone specially carved this sentence on the wall, maybe it means one thing..."

"Says something?"

"On this island, there have been things that don't have two eyes, like humans," Lawrence slowly looked up, looking at the fog around him, and at the shadowy vistas in the fog, "and they were mixed in with the humans, but they couldn't be easily noticed."

The first mate took a light breath and hesitated to speak, "That'...... Where is the person who left this sentence?"

"I don't know," Lawrence shook his head, for some reason, he remembered the black mud he had seen along the way, and the empty dock area, but he quickly put those irrelevant associations aside for a moment and put his hand on the doorknob of the port office, "Be on guard."

The sound of the gun opening the safety came from behind him, and Lawrence froze, pushing the door open with a slight force in his hand.

He quickly dodged to the side, avoiding exposing himself to anything that might be hiding in the building, and the first mate stepped forward and pointed his rifle at the door in a half-crouched position, and the sailors who followed raised their guns and pointed them at the door from all angles.

There is no movement inside the building.

The first mate standing in the doorway froze and cautiously looked into the room.

"There's no one in there," he said, "it's an empty office with lights on inside."

Lawrence waved to the sailors and led the group into the room with the first mate.

It was an empty office, with a few desks taking up almost half of the space, a few chairs placed in front of the desks as if someone had been sitting on it a second before, the lights on the roof and the gas on the walls were on, making the room extra bright, and on the floor...... Everywhere you look, that weird and suspicious black mud.

"It's all over the place...... too," the first mate frowned at the black substance in the room, his disgust overflowing, he carefully walked around the mud on the floor, and made his way to the desks, his eyes swept over the messy stacks of papers and office supplies, "These things····· Captain, would you like to come and see it?"

"It's all the forms and reports that the port needs to deal with on a daily basis, the entry and exit of materials, the transfer of personnel, the inspection of facilities, and the inspection reports of machinery and equipment......" Lawrence came to the desks, looked at the documents on them, and his brow slowly furrowed, "Date...... Just a few days ago?"

"It looks like there was someone working here not so long ago," one of the sailors muttered as he swallowed nervously, "and then everyone evacuated in a hurry before they had time to pack their things......

"Evacuate in a hurry?" Lawrence muttered in a low voice, his eyes swept over the table, half an unfinished cup of coffee was placed on the table, a thin layer of dust floated on it, and next to this table, a puddle of black mud had dried up, and a little black substance was still left on the seat, his expression gradually became solemn, "Is it really evacuation......

The first mate noticed the change in the old captain's tone: "Captain, what do you think?"

Lawrence thought for a moment, and was about to say something, when a screeching noise suddenly came from outside the room—that sounded

Like the direction of the harbor square, it's the noise of the electric current when the loudspeaker suddenly starts!

"Hum—"

The cacophony startled everyone, and the sailors hurriedly looked out the window, and the next second, an intermittent, distorted, and distracting radio echoed throughout the port area, and it sounded a slightly older voice: "Announcement... We have been contaminated...... Island...... There is no chance of salvage...... Process 22 will be initiated...... It's been an honor to work with all of you...... We'll see you behind Bartók's gates."

With a cacophony of noise, the announcement from the square stopped abruptly, and the first mate's eyes widened in shock, and he turned to look at Lawrence: "Captain, what's going ......on?"

Before he could finish his words, a loud noise like thunder suddenly came from a distance!

And with that thunderous roar, there was more thunder, like the sky collapsing, like the earth collapsing and the mountains crumbling!

A series of loud bangs swept through the entire Dagger Island in an instant, shaking everyone's minds, and Lawrence reacted almost instantly to what had happened-

It's not thunder, it's explosives, it's the self-destruct devices of some facilities on the island that are blowing everything up!

"Get out of the building!" Lawrence suddenly shouted, raised his pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling, "There's explosives!"

The captain's shouts were almost drowned out by the explosion, but the explosion of the pistol somewhat woke the sailors around them, and a group of people immediately rushed out the door.

A dozen people rushed out of the gate, rushed down the ramp, and rushed towards the open area, and the dense explosions continued to come from all directions, as if the entire island was being torn to pieces in the explosion, but in the middle of the rush, Lawrence suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Stop!" He stopped abruptly and shouted as he shot into the air, "Stop!"

The sailors stopped again in a panic, and then they sensed that something was wrong.

All around was the sound of explosions - but there was no smoke, no flashes of light, not even any tremors felt in the direction of the explosions.

Only thunderous sounds echoed throughout the island.

After a while, the sound of the explosion gradually subsided, and the silence in the fog returned to the surroundings, as if the previous explosion was just a collective auditory hallucination.

"Only voices?" The first mate looked around in disbelief and said incredulously.

"It's an aftersound," Lawrence's heartbeat calmed down, and he made a quick judgment - although he didn't know if he was right, but as the captain of the ship, he had to give everyone a judgment now, "It should have just happened on this island, and it was repeated in our ears in the form of an aftersound, not a real explosion."

"I was scared to death," one of the sailors muttered, "I thought there was a big explosion......

"The closest explosion to here was in that direction," the first mate looked up, confirming the direction

Finally, he raised his hand and pointed to the other end of the harbor square, "Do you want to go over there?"

"Let's see what happened," Lawrence quickly decided, "if anything really happened here, there should still be traces there."

The exploration team immediately headed towards the thick fog, and this time, they were more cautious than before.

Not long after, a large collapsed building appeared in front of Lawrence.

The building is located on the inner edge of a small bay, backed by a solid rocky cliff, and judging by the signs of destruction of the building...... It was apparently completely destroyed by a massive explosion from the inside out.

The first mate stood on a high place, looking at the ruins in amazement.

"What has to be this facility for...... It's amazing......

"We should be more curious about what a terrible thing is going on here, that such a facility would not hesitate to be blown up," Lawrence said in a deep voice, slowly taking two steps forward, "if the people on this island ......."

"Stop."

A voice suddenly came from the side, and Lawrence stopped in an instant.

"Martha?!"

He jerked in the direction from which the voice had come and called out in a suspicious, nervous voice.

But there was only a slowly undulating fog, and the familiar figure could not be seen at all.

"Captain?" The first mate noticed the captain's unusual reaction, and immediately jumped off the rock, nervously coming to Lawrence's side, "What happened?"

「…… Auditory hallucinations," Lawrence said immediately, with an extraordinarily serious expression, "You didn't hear a sound, did you?"

"We didn't hear that." The sailors looked at each other, and one of them said.

"We probably shouldn't have gone any further," Lawrence frowned, "go back to the port first, and then ......."

Martha's voice came to his ears again, this time closer: "Back to the boat, now."

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, restraining himself from looking in the direction from which the voice came from, and he wanted to continue talking, but the next second, Martha's voice came again, this time almost close to his ear, and there was a hint of urgency in his tone: "Back on the White Oak, immediately—Lawrence, they're coming!"

Lawrence's eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously spoke, "Who? Who's coming?"

The first mate on the side worriedly held Lawrence's arm: "Captain, who are you talking to?"

Lawrence didn't speak, but looked up sharply in the direction where the White Oak was docking.

A wave of uneasiness welled up in my heart.

And the next second, as if to confirm this uneasiness, a dull thunder suddenly faintly came from that direction.

It's the sound of cannons.

"Someone fired····· The first mate reacted instantly, "There is an enemy!"

"Back on board!" With a shout, Lawrence led the team and ran to the harbor, and in the rapid sound of the wind in his ears, Martha's voice whispered in his ears: "Here comes the petrel······