The sea breeze of the polar night was cold and lonely.
Fang Ning stared at the sea, puzzled. The tide was getting stronger, and the moon was getting nearer, but the observatory did not give any early warnings. It was obviously not normal.
He subconsciously looked around him to pass the time while waiting for the Dragon Carp to return from investigating.
In the dark night, in the far distance to the west, under a mountain peak, he could vaguely make out obviously man-made markings on an ice wall, neatly stacked and layered like a great wall of ice.
Through the cracks on the ice wall, with his current super eyesight, Fang Ning could occasionally see several fat black and white objects moving around.
Curious, he looked closer, and realized that it was a huddle of fat penguins. However, he could not tell what species it was.
Fang Ning pondered and asked Old George, "Do you usually encounter penguins while working here?"