Doomsday Carnival: The Little Monster Only Has a Seven-Second Memory

The island was a bit far from the official camp, and everyone tacitly agreed not to turn back halfway.

In the afternoon, they collected some more mutated plants. It got dark quickly, and the superhuman team didn't dare to wander off on their own, so they all huddled together. When Lin Shuangshuang returned with Huo Ling, she saw that there were many more tents around her camp.

Lorna and the other two were stunned. "No way? This piece of land is that popular?"

Lin Shuangshuang didn't find it strange, because their open space was indeed quite nice, spacious and flat, with a good view, so any movement was immediately noticeable.

The other teams of superhumans also behaved well, not breaking through the thorny wall, but instead finding a place to camp near the five-person camp.

Upon seeing that it was their camp, some of the superhuman squad members looked slightly embarrassed.

They had just talked about others behind their backs, but it turned out that the place they found was the one that the other party had discovered first, so they all became uncomfortable.

My whole body is itchy.

There was a slight awkwardness in the air.

Huo Ling told Luo Na and the other two to ignore everyone else and focus on themselves. "Take care of your personal matters before dark. There might be bad weather tonight. Xiao Zhe and Gao Lei, reinforce the shelter. Luo Na, you start the fire, I'll cook. Lin Shuangshuang, you, don't look around."

He told her to stay put and tapped her bracelet to remind her about resetting her memories at six o'clock.

Lin Shuangshuang nodded obediently, "Okay." She prepared the medicine in advance and updated the important things in her memo so that she wouldn't forget.

She caught a glimpse of a few people out of the corner of her eye, and immediately, like a cat with its fur standing on end, she ducked into the tent and refused to come out again.

While chatting, Gao Lei and Wu Zhe built a pavilion on top of the tent to block out the wind and snow, and to prevent sudden acid rain. The weather in the apocalypse doesn't listen to reason, so they needed to be well prepared.

"Hey, wait a minute, I'll use my earth-based abilities to finish building the pavilion. Lei-ge, you can reinforce it. If it's petrified, I won't be able to make any changes. It'll be done in a minute."

This wasn't Wu Zhe's first time building a pavilion, and he was quite fast.

Gao Lei saw Lin Shuangshuang crawl into the tent, but he didn't say anything. However, he could tell that she was obviously hiding from someone, so he just glanced at his captain.

Huo Ling naturally noticed Lin Shuangshuang's little actions, but he didn't say anything.

Lorna started the fire. "I'll go gather some more firewood and leave it here."

Everyone said, "Okay."

The other superhumans around were also busy preparing to spend the night there.

Spending the night away from home during missions is nothing new to everyone; they all seem quite adept at it, setting up camp as needed and cooking as required.

The area suddenly came alive with life.

"The weather gets a little warmer during the day, but then it drops in temperature at night. When will we ever get through this extreme cold? I'm covered in chilblains, it's really awful."

"Extreme cold is manageable; if it were extreme heat, how many people do you think would survive?"

"that is."

"It's not going to rain tonight, is it?"

"Probably not. Hey, how's your team's mission going?"

"It's alright. On average, each person was able to collect more than twenty kinds today. It's just that some of the mutated plants are too aggressive, otherwise we could have collected more than ten kinds more."

"Don't you think the authorities are worried about duplicate samples being collected? Sending so many people here."

"Idiot! We can't use space here, we can only rely on manual labor. If we want to do experiments, the more samples the better, right? So what if we repeat them?"

"That makes sense."

People in small, unofficial teams are most likely to bond easily and start chatting in no time.

They called each other "brother" and "sister," and on the surface, they all seemed to have a good relationship. But everyone present knew that there was always a layer between them.

There were two official teams. They simply nodded and greeted each other, exchanged information, and then set up camp on the spot. They also had to reserve some energy in case the civilian teams got into conflict, as they would be responsible for mediating.

"What's the situation in each area of ​​the isolated island?"

"All personnel in each squad are in position, and there are no casualties so far."

"it is good."

"Weaving Dreams is in charge of reinforcing the camp, Azure Phoenix and Shadow are in charge of guard duty, the rest of you rest in place," a dark blue-haired youth issued the order.

Several teammates expressed that they understood.

One of the girls, with orange hair tied in a low ponytail, was staring blankly in one direction.

The blue-haired youth asked, "What's wrong?" His voice was flat.

Dreamweaver hesitated, "I think I can sense the captain's presence..."

As soon as she said that...

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The blue-haired youth frowned, his lips pressed together, revealing a very complex expression.

Qingluan reminded Zhimeng, "Stop dreaming, the captain is already dead."

Zhimeng opened her mouth, then whispered in protest, "No, I still feel like she's not dead."

There was always a stubbornness in her tone.

Cheng Ying remained silent, only bowing her head, her eyes already slightly red.

The blue-haired youth spoke up to stop them, "Enough, let's stop this topic."

Because if we continue talking...

I can't do any tasks.

Dewdrop retorted, feeling wronged, "I said she's not dead, and I mean she's not dead!! She's not dead!!"

Qingluan was inexplicably agitated, her eyes reddening. "You!"

Prism warned, "Enough. I said this topic is over, understand? You all want to run laps, right? Or do you want to be locked up?"

Qingluan wiped her face. "I'll go keep watch," she said, pulling Chengying away.

Dreamweaver turned to reinforce the tent, looking like she didn't want to communicate with anyone. Due to her emotional state, the antennae on her head popped out.

After reading it, Prism was speechless, instantly overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness. He said, "I know I'm far inferior to her as a captain, not as capable, not as responsible, but at least show me some respect. I hope..."

I hope she's still alive.

Prism turned his head away and went to the side to continue studying the terrain. Although the island missions were only S-rank in difficulty, he was still afraid that something unexpected might happen.

He led the team in; he must bring his teammates back to base safely.

The captain of the official squad next door saw the four of them arguing again, so he came over and handed Prism a cigarette. "Alright, calm down. That's how your Eleventh Squad is. You argue every day. You used to argue, and you still argue now."

Lingjing thought for a moment, then took it and said in a low voice, "Thanks, Brother Ran."

Lie Yan raised his chin slightly and said, "You're welcome." He himself had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He had heard a bit about the Eleventh Squad; the original captain was apparently one of the first experimental subjects. There was a hierarchy of contempt even among humanoid weapons. It was originally an anti-human experiment, but due to the urgency of the situation, in order to fight against the apocalypse, they had to continue the program. However, under official control, at least this thing didn't harm people.

Those who participated in the humanoid weapon experiments later were all volunteers.

The earliest humanoid weapons were either used to take on mercenary missions or sold to wealthy people. It is said that the first few batches of humanoid weapons were the most inhuman, meaning they lacked human emotions, but at the same time, they were not without emotions.