Man in the Three-Body Problem: After facing the wall, I founded the Reception Society!

In this cursed land, a river flows quietly, but unlike other clear rivers, it emits a disgusting stench.

The river water had a viscous texture, like disgusting mucus, constantly surging and swallowing up all life.

In this viscous river, there were many shapeless corpses floating.

Their faces were corroded to the point of being blurred and their clothes were ripped and tattered.

Some were wearing miners’ work clothes, and it seemed that they had met with misfortune while working; some were wearing casual clothes, and perhaps they had encountered the disaster while taking a walk; and some were wearing pajamas, and they might have been awakened from their sleep, but could never return to their warm beds again.

Without exception, there was an expression of despair on their faces.

The despair was so profound that the members of the Nine-Tailed Fox Mobile Task Force could feel the unspeakable despair just by looking at it.

It is not difficult for them to imagine how terrified and helpless these people felt when faced with ACP-1512.

Hank, the captain of the Nine-Tailed Fox Mobile Task Force, walked at the front of the team.

"Everyone, cheer up and check your equipment!"

He spoke in a deep voice, reminding the team members to pay attention to the dangers around them and to check whether their equipment was in good condition.

His voice echoed in the silent valley, sounding unusually firm and calm.

However, faced with this hellish scene and such a large-scale ACP strange containment, even these elite task force members felt an unprecedented pressure.

The expressions on their faces became solemn, as if they sensed the impending danger.

As they got closer and closer to the origin of the irrational root, the suffocating feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.

The snow-white mist sprayed on the oxygen masks of each team member, making their vision blurry.

Han Ke, the leader of the Nine-Tailed Fox Mobile Task Force, raised his head slightly and looked at the huge building not far away.

Although the heavy space suit he was wearing was carefully developed by Dr. Heisenberg, it did not seem to give him the slightest sense of security in this unknown and dangerous area.

At this time, they were less than a hundred meters away from the cursed building.

Every minute and every second seemed to be slowed down, as if there was an invisible pressure pushing them forward.

Everything around them became silent, with only their heavy breathing echoing in the oxygen masks.

The ferocious monster as huge as a mountain has occupied all their sight.

The monster looked like a demon crawling out of hell, with twisted reddish-brown strange lines spreading across its body, like marks of being burned by fire.

Its huge body, like a mountain, stands tall in this barren land, making people feel intimidated.

As they approached, the world seemed to be split in two by this monster.

Half of it is occupied by its huge body, and the other half is occupied by the forests and rotting corpses that it has eroded.

In the forest nearby, countless corpses lay there quietly. Their former vitality had long been taken away, leaving only empty eye sockets and rotting flesh.

All the snakes, birds, fish, insects, flowers and trees were devoured by this horrible monster.

It is like an endless abyss, swallowing up all breath of life.

Wherever ACP-1512 passed, it became dead silent, without any sign of life.

Strange creatures lurked in this mine, their twisted bodies seemed to be distorted by some force.

Their heavy power and indestructible shell are enough to crush any life that dares to approach.

Without exception, those creatures that tried to challenge it were turned into dust under the monster's feet.

Gray slime and intricate root systems grew out of the monster's body in spirals and branches.

They are like a constantly wriggling brain, filled with endless malice and terror.

These roots spread in the soil, constantly absorbing nutrients, making the monster more and more powerful.

At the same time, the monster continued to emit Brown Noise, which sounded like the whisper of a devil in their ears.

The voice was full of evil and weirdness, which made people shudder.

Even though they were wearing super-strength protective clothing specially developed for them by Dr. Heisenberg, which isolated them from the danger of direct exposure to ACP-1512, they were still affected by the magic sound when they were so close to the "origin" of the irrational root of ACP-1512.

Hank felt as if he was in an endless abyss. Everything around him became so chaotic and distorted, as if controlled by some invisible force.

His heart was filled with fear and anxiety, as if he was facing an unprecedented crisis.

Chaotic mutterings like the whispers of a devil kept ringing in his ears. The voices were strange and harsh, as if to tear his soul apart.

His vision began to blur and the whole world became distorted, as if the heaven and earth were turning upside down.

Hank stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

He tried hard to steady himself, but found that his heartbeat had accelerated to the extreme.

He looked around and found that the members of the Nine-Tailed Fox Mobile Task Force were also in chaos.

Their eyes became blurry, as if they had lost focus, and their movements became unconscious and chaotic.

Their cognition is gradually collapsing, as if being eroded by some invisible force.

Hank's heart was filled with despair, but he knew that he couldn't just give up.

He must find a way to restore consciousness to his team members, otherwise they will not be able to cope with the crisis at hand.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Inject toxic sobering gas!"

As his order was given, the sobering gas contained in the five sets of protective suits was automatically released.

The pungent smell instantly filled the air, making Hank and his teammates feel dizzy.

But at this moment, they woke up from that trance state.

Their eyes became firm and clear again, as if they had found a ray of light from the darkness.

"It's so terrible..." Team member No. 4 sighed.

Thinking back to what he had just experienced, his heart was still filled with fear.

He remembered that he had just wanted to take off his protective suit, and that impulse almost put him in an irretrievable situation.

Hank was still frightened. He knew that he was able to escape this time only because of the sobering gas in the protective suit.

But at the same time, he also realized that although this gas could make them wake up, the side effects were equally terrible.

It could cause irreversible damage to nerves, making them more vulnerable in future fights.

But in an emergency situation like that you have to use it.

……

At the same time, another mysterious mobile task force, Omega-8, is fighting silently under the feet of the huge reddish-brown monster.

This monster stood there quietly like a towering mountain, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

The members of Omega-8, wearing heavy protective clothing, looked like a group of bloated soldiers, but their eyes were firm and bright.

They held pens and ink and concentrated on calculating on their notebooks, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

Complex and rigorous mathematical calculation drafts were densely packed around them.

These drafts are not only a testimony to their efforts, but also the crystallization of their wisdom.

If Lin Chen, who is known as the creator of the "anomalous origin", was present at this moment, he would definitely recognize the formulas on the paper at a glance - that is the hyperbolic non-Euclidean geometry of the 1512 structure, or more precisely, the calculus Werneman topological asymptote theory rules of the 1512 origin.

The omega-8 team is manually estimating the mysterious geometry in real time.

They knew very well that this task was not only difficult but also required extremely high mathematical literacy and calculation ability.

However, they did not back down, but faced the challenge head-on, challenging this seemingly impossible task with their wisdom and courage.

As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on their foreheads, but the pens in their hands never stopped.

As the hyperbolic non-Euclidean geometry of the 1512 structure gradually evolved, the ACP-1512 that covered the entire mountain seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

Although this change was subtle, it made the Omega-8 team members feel a little relieved.

They knew that their efforts were not in vain and that they were changing the fate of this monster bit by bit.

However, they also understand that the battle is far from over.

The power of ACP-1512 is still strong and terrifying, and they must continue to work hard to defeat it completely.

So they lowered their heads again and continued calculating in their notebooks.

Their pen tips moved quickly across the paper, leaving behind graceful arcs.

These arcs not only represent their efforts and persistence, but also represent their hope and belief in the future.

In this way, the members of Omega-8 wrote their own chapter with their wisdom and courage in this silent contest.

……

Just as the two mobile task forces went deep into the hinterland of Heng Mine to carry out their respective tasks, the Dragon Army outside the blockade line was extremely anxious.

They really have no way to deal with this irrational root.

However, a piece of news came that was unbelievable.

"What did you say? Say it again!" An officer widened his eyes and stared at the signalman in front of him.

"Report to the commander, two teams have just crossed the blockade and entered the Heng Mine." The signalman's voice trembled a little.

"Don't they know there are monsters in there? How could they do this?" The officer's brows were furrowed, his tone filled with anger and confusion.

"Maybe... maybe they may have inhaled the poison gas of Reagan, which caused them to become disoriented." Someone tentatively proposed a possible reason.

"Can we still rescue them now? What's their condition?" the officer asked quickly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Our current equipment is unable to detect their specific location and situation. Besides, so much time has passed. I'm afraid..." The signalman's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost inaudible.

The officer's frown deepened, knowing what this meant.

He turned his head and looked at the Heng Mine in the distance, his heart filled with worry and helplessness.

However, just when they were about to give up hope, someone on the warship finally brought a high-precision radio telescope equipment.

"Hurry up, check if there are any survivors inside!" the officer urged.

As the equipment was set up and debugged, the images were finally transmitted.

Heng Mine, thousands of meters away, gradually came into everyone's sight.

Although there are still some artifacts blocking the view, some of the outlines inside can already be seen clearly.

Everyone stared at the screen, their hearts filled with anticipation and nervousness.

However, when they saw the scene inside, they were stunned.

"What...is going on?" someone shouted in surprise.

"What are they doing?" asked another confused person.

I saw five blurry figures sitting cross-legged at the foot of the gray mountain.

They seemed to be holding pens and sketching something on a notebook, and there were many sheets of paper spread out next to them.

"Looks like he's drawing?" someone guessed.

This scene made everyone feel a little dumbfounded.

Aren't they ordinary people who got lost? Why do they seem to be sober?

And what are they wearing? Why does it look so much like space suits?

Many scientific research leaders felt a little confused.

They had no idea what these Mobile Task Force members were doing.

However, when they adjusted the angle again and the picture became clearer, they saw the huge logo on the protective suit - concentric double rings and three inner arrows.

"Concentric double rings and three inner arrows...Isn't this the symbol of the shelter?" someone exclaimed.

Everyone's pupils gradually dilated, and the voice suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.

"They are the Mobile Task Force of the Inclusion Society!"

"They are not ordinary people, they are members of the Mobile Task Force!"

The news shocked and excited everyone.

They finally understood why these people could remain so calm when facing monsters and dangers, because they were not ordinary people, but members of the Mobile Task Force who had undergone special training and possessed powerful abilities!

At this moment, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of security and admiration.

They knew that with the presence of these mobile task force members, the crisis at Heng Mine would be properly resolved.

Dear readers, I am deeply sorry for the content of my recent update.

I know that my writing seems a bit "watery" and disappoints everyone.

I'm sorry, I really don't want to disappoint you.

In fact, I have been trying hard to find inspiration, hoping to write a better story.

However, sometimes my mind goes blank, as if all thoughts have flown away.

At times like this, I feel really distressed and helpless.

Please believe me, I will try my best to adjust my state and find the creative me as soon as possible.

I promise that I will put more effort into conceiving the plot and writing more in-depth content, so that everyone can feel my sincerity and hard work again.

Thank you for your continued support and understanding. I will cherish this trust and will not let you down.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

(Bow and apologize!)]