Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 33 Expedition Team

In front of the Miskatonic University, before the iron fence surrounded by dense green vines, parked a Volvo truck that seems to be very advanced in the current era.

The truck contained several items, but they were wrapped in coarse cloth.

A group of people gathered around the truck in twos and threes.There was also a small passenger car parked beside it.

A big bearded man wearing a western cowboy hat was holding a cigarette with a displeased expression on his face:

"Why did the school gather us all of a sudden? I remember that it was less than three days since the end of my last mission."

A tall, skinny man beside him patted him on the shoulder: "There must be some unexpected situation. I heard that an expedition team in the Pacific Ocean has disappeared. We are going to find them."

The big man smacked his lips in dissatisfaction: "The task of finding someone? Why did you find us?"

"Who knows?" The tall, skinny man shrugged nonchalantly, "But it's better than taking things from heretics."

The bearded man folded his arms and didn't answer. His eyes fell on a man standing beside the truck, wearing a brown coat, and writing and drawing in a small notebook.

Then he looked at the lady with the high ponytail standing on the truck and looking into the distance.

Somewhat angrily said:
"Why do we bring two newcomers this time?"

"Those two are professionals, one is a geologist and the other is a historian." The tall, thin man said, "We always bring some professionals with us when we go on missions."

"Yeah, these people are the first to go crazy every time." The bearded man sneered, "We still have to find a way to get these people out."

"Shut up." The tall, thin man patted him on the shoulder, "At least their expertise is useful to us."

The bearded man took a puff of cigarette, but did not refute the tall man's words.

After waiting for a while, their captain, a weather-beaten middle-aged man with gray hair, came out from the side door. The bearded man thought they were about to set off, turned over and squeezed into the driver's seat, ready to start the ignition.

But was stopped by the captain:
"Wait a little longer."

"Mr. Ball suddenly notified us this morning that there is one more person to be added to the team. A professor of ancient history."

"What?"

The bearded man stared: "Isn't it enough to bring two in our team? Why do we need to add more people?"

He can't accept those weak professors.Not only do you have to endure the complaints from those guys when you are exploring in the wild for a long time, but you also have to endure their confusing lies when facing those ancient ruins.

And many of them are top-notch scammers, and they may be wiped out if they are not careful. Even if they don't, they have to deal with some troubles.

One or two in a team is enough, add another...

He is simply unimaginable.

"This is the principal's request." The expedition leader was actually quite helpless, "Who knows what the old man thinks."

The headmaster had a lot of influence in Miskatonic University and even the entire Arkham, and he wanted to put someone into the expedition with ease.Don't look at the headmaster's gentle manner at ordinary times, he seems to be just an ordinary scholar or writer, but no one can see clearly the fog that hangs over him.

The group of people didn't have to wait too long, and soon Mr. Bauer came over with a polite professor in a black windbreaker and gold-rimmed glasses.

Under the guidance of Mr. Ball, the professor came to the captain, stretched out his hand, smiled at the captain, and introduced himself: "Howard Wilson, who has just been appointed as a professor of ancient Chinese history, has some research on ancient civilizations."

The captain also held the hand of Professor Wilson, and introduced him politely: "Lionel Linden, the leader of Expedition Team B of the Miskatonic School of History."

He watched Professor Wilson calmly.

This professor is like an ordinary university professor. He has the air of a scholar without much muscle. He pushes his glasses from time to time.

The light-colored eyes scanned the group of them with probing eyes, and finally fell on their two cars, with a strange expression on their faces.

Captain Linden followed Professor Wilson's line of sight for some unknown reason, and saw nothing unusual.

He helped to stuff Professor Wilson's luggage into the truck. Although it was only a small wooden box, Captain Linden still helped to tie it up very seriously.

Wilson stared at the crude truck and couldn't help but twitched his lips.

It was even more shabby than the walking tractors he had seen in his old home. The cab in front had at most a shed, and the carriage was very narrow.

The same is true for the passenger car on one side, which is also very rough compared to his impression.Of course, this is already advanced now.

Wilson has gradually gotten used to life in this era during this time.

What really caught his attention was:  …

He set his sights on the contents of the truck.

there...

There is a tiny unknown energy reaction, and Zhuomu is analyzing it.

"We will take a car and drive directly to the port along the road." Captain Linden greeted the others to get on the car.

Sitting next to Wilson was a man about his age in a brown coat, who was writing something in a notebook with a pen.

Wilson glanced over and recognized a few geological proper nouns, but he was not able to recognize more proper nouns.

This man was plainly dressed, with an ordinary appearance, and there were a lot of mud spots on his shoes, which made him look not very attractive.

With a standard smile, Wilson chatted up to the other party:

"Hello, do you study geography?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then put down the notebook in his hand, turned to look at Wilson:
"That's true. In fact, I study geology. My name is William Dale, associate professor of geology."

"Nice to meet you, Professor Dale." Wilson shook hands with the other party friendly, "Did the school invite you to join the expedition this time?"

"Well," William Dale hesitated, "I took the initiative to apply to the principal. I want to go to the islands in the Pacific Ocean to investigate the geological conditions of the remains of ancient human activities."

"Ancient human activities?"

Wilson blinked.

"That's right, there are traces of ancient human activities on many islands in the Pacific Ocean. Recently, many relics have been exposed on the surface along with the earthquake." William Dale showed an eager look, "I want to see it for myself. geological conditions."

Wilson's heart skipped a beat... The traces of ancient human activities... Is it the one he imagined?
"Can you tell how old the ruins are from the geological conditions of the ruins?"

(End of this chapter)