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- Su Ze looked through the manuscript recorded by Professor Anji, knowing that in the story of the manuscript, these police officers should be about to meet the believers of Cthulhu.
Sure enough, along the way, Legrasse and his men shuffled through the black mire, heading towards the red firelight and the vague sound of tambourines.
Human beings have voices unique to humans, and beasts have voices unique to beasts; however, when a voice calls out a different kind of voice, things get creepy.
??The wild and chaotic wails of roars and screams continued to sound. The police officers listened to this kind of sound that humans should never make, and each one of them was filled with inexplicable fear.
??When occasionally, after this kind of roaring and roaring stops, a chorus composed of hoarse voices that have been practiced repeatedly will suddenly sound, chanting those chilling words like a song:
¡°phngluimglwnafhcthulhurlyehwgahnaglfhtagn.¡±
"In R'lyeh's mansion, sleeping Cthulhu is waiting for you to fall asleep."
Finally, they came to a place with sparse trees.
Four police officers swayed dizzily, one police officer fainted, and two police officers were so frightened that they let out a panicked scream.
A large group of people were jumping and writhing morbidly in the open space. It was an indescribable and indescribable sight. These people were naked, neighing like donkeys, lowing like bulls, and scattered in a horrible mass. tumbling and twisting around the circular bonfire.
In the center of the bonfire stood a giant granite stone about eight feet high; and on the top of the rock was a small evil statue.
With the monolith surrounded by flames as the center, ten wooden frames were erected, evenly surrounding it to form a large circle.
All the missing locals were dead, leaving only a part of the corpse that was destroyed by the weirdness and the center of the wooden stand helplessly. Within the circle of wooden frames, worshipers jumped and shouted, generally moving from left to right, engaging in an endless carnival of indulgence.
After being frightened, the police officers picked up their guns and rushed towards this disgusting mob. In the end, they caught forty-seven sullen-looking believers and took down the small statue on the granite boulder.
This is what happened The little statue was the one that Inspector Legrasse brought to the archaeologists in 1908.
Su Ze looked at it for a while and put down the manuscript: "The teachings described by this sect are very interesting."
Professor Anji has obviously read these manuscripts countless times and memorized the contents in his mind.
"According to them, they worshiped the Old Ones. These beings descended from the sky when the earth was still young and lived here before all humans appeared. But now, the Old Ones are dead and buried Deep in the earth, sunk in the abyss of the sea.¡±
"That statue was the great Cthulhu, but no one knew if there was another like him. Humanity and the world seemed like a recent, fleeting moment. There were others before eons ago." Things "have ruled the earth, they have built great cities."
"The Old Ones are not flesh and blood. They have a shape, but that shape is not made of matter. When the stars align, they fly across the sky, rushing from one world to another; But when the stars are in the wrong position, they can no longer survive. Although they are no longer alive, they are never truly dead."
"They all lie in the stone houses of their great city of R'lyeh, and when the stars and the earth are ready again, they will rise in glory. They can only lie awake in the darkness, thinking, letting Millions of years passed by. They knew everything that was going on in the universe, and they communicated through scattered thoughts."
When Professor Anji said this, his expression was very undisguisedly excited: "After the stars move to the right position, human beings will become like the old rulers: free, wild, transcending good and evil, leaving law and morality behind." After standing aside, everyone will scream loudly in ecstasy, kill wildly, and revel in revelry.¡±
"Then the old rulers who have regained their freedom will teach them to use a new way to shout, kill, revel, and enjoy themselves. The slaughter of freedom and revelry will burn the whole world like fire"
"We have never heard of this sect, this concept, this idea, have we?"
Su Ze said lightly: "Actually, if you think about it carefully this cannot be called transcending good and evil, but should be called reversing good and evil. If good and evil and human order are meaningless and indifferent to the old rulers, ??Why is there ecstasy in killing and carnival in pleasure? "
"Even if people return to their animal nature, they will not be happy about killing their own kind. What these believers tell is inherently contradictory."
"Even according to their description, murder and sacrifice should not be able to please the old rulers. Such a great existence does not even have any attitude towards human beings' joys, sorrows and joys."
Professor Anji listened and took out a pen excitedly: "You really know the Cthulhu sect very well!"
"Keep talking, I want to record it!"
"When did the Cthulhu sect originate? What are its branches? Are there any doctrinal disputes among you?"
Su Ze was a little speechless: "I am not a member of the Cthulhu Sect I just want to know some past things about the Cthulhu Sect through you, that's all."
"is that so?"
Professor Anji stared at Su Ze suspiciously, still refusing to put down his pen.
He seemed to treat the pen in his hand like a sharp sword, refusing to put it down, always ready to swing it to record possible enemies.
"Yes, that's all."
Su Ze said and stood up: "I am very interested in things like Cthulhu and the Old Ones. Professor Anji, if you can get new information about this, I hope you can think of me and let me I¡¯m involved in that too.¡±
¡°I am very interested in these things.¡±
Professor Anji looked at him in surprise, always feeling that the person in front of him seemed to have other purposes.
This purpose is obscure and does not seem to be malicious, but it makes him instinctively feel uneasy.
He didn¡¯t know how to describe it for a moment. After sending the next-door neighbor out of the door in a dull manner, he sat back on his seat in a dull manner.
The gentle sunlight was shining in from outside the window. Professor Anji was in no mood to pack the tea sets, nor was he in the mood to pack the bookbox and manuscripts in front of him.
He stared blankly at the manuscript in front of him, as if in a trance, picked up the top page, and began to recite.
"In R'lyeh's mansion, the sleeping Cthulhu is waiting for you to fall asleep"
A strange and hoarse voice came from his own mouth. When he realized all this, he put down the manuscript in panic and sat back on the chair with a gasp.
When the sun shone on his body, he didn't feel any warmth. Instead, he felt a cold feeling like sea water.
This feeling made cold sweat break out on his forehead one after another.
¡°Why does this weird and vicious secthave some kind of unique magic power that is irresistible
Professor Anji didn¡¯t understand, and even felt extremely uneasy about his aphasia and instinctive chanting.
Does the visit from my neighbor Mr. Suze have anything to do with the Cthulhu sect?
Is he a member of the Cthulhu sect?
???????? Will he also recite that eerie and strange whisper?
Professor Anji thought absently, and after a long time, he finally had to get up and pack away the bookcase and the black tea set on the table.
It was at this moment that he remembered what he had complained about the servant before.
Only at this time will Professor Anji think that the existence of servants is necessary.
As a decent and elegant gentleman and an authoritative doctor of archeology, he actually had to make the black tea with his own hands and clean up the tea sets with his own hands. This in itself is an incredible waste of brainpower.
Repetitive and monotonous ordinary labor is exactly what he tried to avoid.
"It's a pity that in the days when there are no servants, he can only do this.
Because of these complicated things, Professor Anji no longer thought about the Cthulhu sect for a while, and gradually cleared his mind and complained about the former servant.
Unconsciously, another day passed. Professor Anji had a very fulfilling last day at the end of February. He met with several old friends, talked about some interesting things in the archaeological world, and came back on crutches.
Perhaps the so-called old friends should be called "children" in his eyes.
¡°Because the oldest one is only seventy years old, and the rest are all over sixty years old and belong to Professor Anji¡¯s student generation.
"However, there is no way. Professor Anji may have turned himself into another antique item during the archaeological process. As a result, when he looked back for his peers, he could no longer find a few close friends of his peers.
He can only give in to himself and some juniors and become "old friends". It has to be said that this sometimes makes him feel uncomfortable.
When another morning came, on the first day of March in 1925, Professor Anji opened the door and saw a young man with slightly bulging eyes standing at the door.
"Hello¡¡"
The young man turned pale and stammered: "My name is Henry Anthony Wilcox. I wonder if you still remember me?"
Professor Anji frowned and thought for a moment, thinking of a prominent family with whom he had little close relationship. This Henry was the youngest child in that family.
"Oh, I remember you. How is your father? I remember that he always drank some red wine after meals and had a unique taste. Is this still the case now?"
"Yes, he's always been like that," Wilcox replied.
After Professor Anji talked politely with him for a while, he invited him into the room to talk in detail. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)sp;When another morning came, on the first day of March in 1925, Professor Anji opened the door and saw a young man with slightly bulging eyes standing at the door.
"Hello¡¡"
The young man turned pale and stammered: "My name is Henry Anthony Wilcox. I wonder if you still remember me?"
Professor Anji frowned and thought for a moment, thinking of a prominent family with whom he had little close relationship. This Henry was the youngest child in that family.
"Oh, I remember you. How is your father? I remember that he always drank some red wine after meals and had a unique taste. Is this still the case now?"
"Yes, he's always been like that," Wilcox replied.
After Professor Anji talked politely with him for a while, he invited him into the room to talk in detail. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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