Chapter 1051: The Outside World

The blood moon hangs high, and the mottled clouds are illuminated by the mysterious moonlight, with a translucent bloody halo on the edge, which is particularly eye-catching on the gray and black sky.

An ancient church stands in the wilderness, surrounded by no one. No one knows when it was built.

From ancient times to the present, everyone who visits here will have a thought:

This building is really old.

At the same time, I feel that it is strong enough, and it can still stand upright after years of erosion.

At this moment, the geology professor William Dale, who had discovered the ruins of the ancients and escaped from two major events, the Mountain of Madness and the Shadow Beyond Time and Space, was frowning and waiting.

In this scientific expedition, he encountered a mysterious incident without any accident, just escaped, and waited for the members of the expedition team to appear——

Everyone disappeared, leaving only closed doors of light.

"I hope to see everyone walk out safely..."

Before he finished speaking, the professor who was wrapping himself in a blanket and warming himself by the fire saw that a door had been annihilated.

Then, another one.

This situation is undoubtedly a sign of misfortune.

Among the seven members, two have died, or entered a state more terrifying than death.

As the team leader, William Dale was quite helpless, and secretly decided: the members who came out of the strange door alive will graduate directly.

No way, he personally certified that the difficulty of this expedition was not lower than the other two, and the previous operations had sacrificed many excellent official investigators and faculty members. If the students can pass the customs safely, there is no need for them to graduate.

Real experience > talk on paper.

As for whether there is an element of luck in it...

To be honest, the professor himself recalled the three experiences and still felt that he was lucky.

at the same time.

Miskatonic University, library.

Most of the people fell into a deep sleep, the wide street was quiet and peaceful, and there were occasional footsteps of scholars.

A silhouette in a black smock came slowly from the darkness. His face was shrouded in darkness, but the outline of his body showed that he was a big man. His steps were strange, as if blending with the shadows. He was an unpredictable person wandering the campus at night.

If you look closely, the mysterious man only has some human characteristics. If you use the professional terms taught by various disciplines to describe it, it is:

An indescribable existence born of an evil mission under an evil ritual.

This guy walked gently across the tree-lined road, a tall arbor for viewing, and then stopped at the library with the highest security level at the University of Michigan.

He looked up and stared for a long time, as if he was observing, but also as if making up his mind for himself, his body seemed to have no weight, and he jumped up the courtyard wall that was five people high. Soon, the mysterious man landed on the lawn in the vestibule.

There was no movement from the beginning to the end, but just before he continued to look at the building layout and went further, a few low-pitched howls suddenly came from not far away.

The voice was full of warning.

They were two seemingly ordinary guard dogs, but the temperament exuded from them made people tremble all over. At this moment, it seemed that they had encountered the most evil enemy, and the fluff on their bodies stood on end.

Under the glare of Heiying's panicked eyes, the two guard dogs began to swell and ferociously, with the aura of slaughtering everything, and opened their bloody mouths...

Not long.

An old man with brass glasses stepped out. He looked very energetic in a neat suit, but the glasses were indeed strange, which is a commendable feature:

No ear-hanging temples, just clip-on frames, which are held in place by pinching the bridge of the nose without causing confusion. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?

The most important thing is that the lens is too small. If the old man wants to use it to see the distant scene, he may have to droop his eyelids.

"An unexpected guest..."

Professor Henry Armitage stared at the remaining black and green blood on the ground, sighed, and then looked at the two ferocious giant dogs beside him.

The next moment, they stopped swallowing, let alone barked, but shrunk in size, became harmless to humans and animals, and collapsed on the turf, exposing their bellies.

In animal cognition, this represents obedience and absolute trust, and the professor did not disappoint them. He touched them one by one, but his expression was still heavy, and he sighed:

"I don't know what's going on with William Dale's polar expedition team. It will be three months in a dozen days..."

"This guy has always been lucky, there is no need to worry about him."

A middle-aged man with a tall hairline came over. This was Francis Morgan, the professor of ancient potions, who had a very good relationship with the librarian, Professor Armitage.

He participated in solving the Dunwich horror incident, faced a lot of weird things, and even the true face of the second generation of evil gods, he still did not fall into the trend of madness, and his behavior was abnormally rational.

Today, Francis Morgan is studying with his friends the ancient magic books left over from the dark ages.

Out of the corner of the eye, a stranger was coming, but after smelling the scent, two obedient and cute hounds began to wriggle their bodies, showing more and more enthusiasm.

"Hello, two professors."

"Hello, I can see you often recently. You are a very hardworking child."

Professor Francis nodded, looked at the latter's reddish eyes, and said earnestly:

"But don't embarrass yourself. Remember to keep rationality at all times. Theories, formulas, and even other things that go beyond the current cognition are more terrible than poison."

"Understood, so I decided to take two bottles of Sanity Potion, and not go into the library for the next few days, and date a pretty senior." Yang Kai smiled.

As a time traveler, he naturally knew two legendary professors who were like sweeping monks from the University of Michigan, and they often stayed late at night, just to get a sense of presence before officially enrolling.

There are only a handful of traversers who can't succeed. In Yang Kai's perception, if one doesn't want to be a person like Long Aotian, the King of Investigators, Randolph Carter, he has to be half as handsome as Senior Lu.

Because of this, he made up his mind to overcome his fear and studied hard recently, his level far surpassed that of the preparatory students of the same class...

"I don't know how the senior is doing."

Whispering, Yang Kai poured a bottle of sanity potion into his mouth, the blood around his pupils dissipated, and under the watchful eyes of the professor and the hunting dog, he took the other two bottles of potion and left.

The professor misses his colleagues.

The junior is worried about the senior.

Lu Li, who was in the middle of the game, was extremely calm at the moment, and his mentality was beyond guessing.

Different time and space, Cloverfield Asylum.

Next to the personal dormitory transformed from an abandoned chess and card room, two unlucky guys were immersed in nightmares, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Professor Gao Che's nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood. He looked around in a mysterious dream and found that there were only sparse figures left around.

Looking up, there are countless corpses piled up on an ancient altar in front of him. There are a few men in white clothes who can't see their faces clearly, but their figures are somewhat familiar, and they are presiding over some kind of bloody ceremony...