By the time Fang Zheng and the others arrived, the entire camp had been completely destroyed. The storm had torn apart the windbreaks and tents they had built. Only a few tents remained intact, and all three erected drilling rigs had collapsed. But that was not the important part. The important part was the bodies.
Professor Lake's expedition had brought more than a dozen people and eight sled dogs. Yet now, the entire camp contained nothing but human and sled dog corpses. They had not frozen to death. On the contrary, both people and dogs had been twisted and crushed apart as if someone had wrung them out like towels, reduced to horrific remains.
The scene was so horrifying that quite a few people stood there blankly for a long time without recovering. Fang Zheng merely gave a soft cough.
"Excuse me, but I think... shouldn't we bury these people first?"
"Ah, right..."
Hearing Fang Zheng's suggestion, Professor Mack, who was leading the group, finally came back to his senses. He still looked at the camp before him with lingering fear, then nodded.
"Let's sort things out first. Let the dead rest in peace, and... figure out the camp's current condition and supplies..."
"..."
Even Professor Mack spoke weakly, his voice stiff and lifeless, like an actor reciting lines. The others around him said nothing either, silently dispersing to do their own tasks. No one spoke. The entire camp was dead silent, with only the howling wind passing through, as though there were no people here at all.
With nothing else to do, Fang Zheng walked over to a mound of earth nearby. He casually picked up a shovel and dug it open. Before long, strange creatures appeared before him one after another.
These were clearly the major discovery Professor