Chapter 501 Miskatonic University

Miskatonic University.

In this world, this is a university that enjoys a good reputation among players. It has the world's top majors in archaeology, occultism, history and psychology. Not only that, the most famous magic books are also kept in the library of the University of Michigan, including the original version of the "Necronomicon" that players are jealous of.

In addition, the museum at the University of Michigan also has priceless treasures, including jewelry from R'lyeh, treasures from Dreamland and even Naiya artifacts from Egypt.

For players, UM is more than just a university.

It is also a treasure house and a bank!

So many treasures are hidden inside, waiting for them to explore!

That's right, for players, a bank-like university like the University of Michigan is simply the most coveted treasure in their eyes!

Not to mention anything else, just the library at the University of Michigan makes a group of players drool.

Do you want the Necronomicon?

Do you want "The King in Yellow"?

Do you want "Secret of the Worm"?

Do you want the Codex Nachter?

Do you want "Raleye Text"?

......... No, I can't even continue talking. Just reading the title of this book makes my mouth water.

The kind that can't be stopped.

Logically speaking, in a place like this, players must be flocking to it and the demons are dancing around, causing disasters worse than Innsmouth. But this is not the case, for two reasons.

First, the security at UM is extremely strong, and most people cannot get out after entering.

Second, you have a life to take these books, but they may not have a life to use them!

Of course, this is not a big problem for Duanmu Huai. After all, he not only has the genes of the Raven Guard, but also the heart of the Blood Raven.

How did you say that?

knowledge is power!

Let us guard it!

That's right, as a judge who inherited the Heart of Blood Crow, what happened to Duanmu Huai borrowing a few books?

Can the matter of being a judge be called stealing?

But Duanmu Huai didn't intend to take action.

The reason is simple. You have a life to take these books, but they may not have a life to use them!

You know, the Inquisitor is already having a headache just dealing with the subspace evil gods of the Milky Way, but using the evil code to provoke the alien gods in the universe is simply boring.

Of course, it is not that there are no inquisitors who want to drive away the wolf and the tiger, such as letting the treacherous and Naiya fight...but for most inquisitors, they would rather use this as a last resort.

After all, no matter who wins, it is not a good thing for mankind.

And in fact, strictly speaking, many players feel that evil gods have basically no chance of winning against alien gods.

Although the two sides have never faced each other head-on, many investigators and judges think so.

The reason is quite simple.

The Evil God is ultimately a subspace creature, and it can only "indirectly" affect creatures in the real world in the subspace. To put it simply, all believers in evil gods take the initiative to perform some evil and blasphemous rituals after the real world is bewitched by them, and then use these rituals to weaken the boundary between the real world and subspace, and then the evil gods can send their own men out. Have a PARTY.

But the outer gods are different. Their bodies are located in subspace and the real world at the same time. This is also the reason why many people can unconsciously feel the thoughts of external gods through their dreams or spirit. Not only that, the outer gods don't care too much about believers, because they are powerful enough in their own right, and they don't need to collect their souls to strengthen themselves by bewitching and tempting mortals to fall, like evil gods do.

Not only that, the spiritual induction of alien gods is more like a kind of spiritual pollution. It will not transform staunch believers into corruption, but directly destroy their minds and turn them into crazy fragments.

As we all know, it is much easier to destroy than to build. Of course you, the evil god, can try your best to make mortals fall, kneel at your feet and become your believers. Then maybe your believer will go crazy after just one look at the Outer God, and they won't want your believer. They just want him to go crazy and collapse. What can you do?

Therefore, compared to the evil gods, what everyone is more afraid of is the external gods.

Although a judge once made harsh words, saying that if humans could not defeat the evil god, then he would go to the Eye of Chaos to summon Azathoth...

Of course, that's just talk. You still have a chance against the Chaos Evil God. If Azathoth is really summoned, then everyone will just wait to die together.

Therefore, Duanmu Huai behaved very well in this prestigious university. Even if he saw the UM library not far away, he did not want to take a walk - now is not the time.

Not to mention that the library of the University of Michigan has a dog guard who can kill the heirs of foreign gods... You can't afford to offend him.

After the night in the museum, Anthony first called someone to take away the corpses of the monsters, and then burned them completely. Then he and Duanmu Huai came to Miskatonic University in Arkham City to investigate the person named Christine.

"Ah...Christine...I remember her."

Sitting in front of Duanmuhuai and Anthony was the dean of the Art Department of Miskatonic University. He looked very rich, with a smooth top of his head, and the pipe in his hand gave him an air of an artist.

"That's a good girl. She's very talented. I still remember that she wanted to hold a personal exhibition..."

"Sorry, Professor Osborne, we are not here to chat with you."

Anthony interrupted the man's attempt to immerse himself in memories with a somewhat stiff tone.

"We are here because this student is related to an incident we are investigating. I wonder if you can provide us with any clues? We did not see her name on the school's graduation list..."

"Oh, it's very simple, because she dropped out."

"Dropped out???"

It must be said that this answer did surprise Duanmu Huai and Anthony a little. Professor Osborne knocked on his pipe and nodded at them.

"Yes, she didn't graduate successfully. I don't know the details. I only know that for a period of time, she went out to find inspiration. After returning, she locked herself in the studio and painted a picture. Then her spirit seemed to be hit by something... Sorry, I can't say this, but later her family handled the withdrawal procedures for her and took her home. That was five years ago."

"So why did her paintings appear in the Newburyport Art Museum?"

Duanmu Huai stared at the other party and asked, and Professor Osborne recalled for a moment, then nodded vigorously as if he remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, I remember that the Newburyport Museum asked us for paintings, and then we selected some of the students' paintings and gave them to them. Maybe it was at that time that her paintings were mixed in."

"……………………"

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai and Anthony looked at each other, and their expressions were a little solemn. Then, Anthony turned his head and looked at the old professor.

"Can you tell us the address or phone number of Miss Christine?"

"Of course no problem."

Professor Osborne took a pen and wrote a string of addresses and phone numbers on a piece of paper, then handed it to Anthony, and then he looked at Duanmu Huai with a surprised look.

"Oh, by the way, I have an unwelcome request."

"What is it?"

"This gentleman is really one in a million in terms of both his figure and appearance. Such exquisite human proportions are even more exciting. I hope to hire him as a nude model for our art department. What do you think?"

"…………………………I will consider it."

Faced with Professor Osborne's enthusiastic invitation, Duanmu Huai twitched his eyes—he finally understood why the professor's eyes had been curiously wandering around him since he entered the office.

Sure enough, there are not many normal people who can be professors at the University of Michigan.

Professor Osborne didn't care about Duanmu Huai's reaction at all. On the contrary, he enthusiastically left Duanmu Huai his phone number and said that if he was willing to come to the University of Michigan as a nude model, he would get a generous reward. Considering that there is no harm in building a good relationship with the professor of Miskatonic University, Duanmu Huai still bit the bullet and reluctantly accepted the other party's business card.

Of course, as for whether he wants to be a nude model, that is another matter.

When the two left Miskatonic University, they had almost sorted out the situation.

According to the information provided by Professor Osborne, the female student named Christine was a talented painter five years ago. At that time, she went out to find inspiration. After returning, she painted this "Air Ghost". After the painting was completed, Christine had a mental breakdown, and was taken away by her family and applied for withdrawal.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or for some other reason, Christine did not take the painting she painted with her, so that shortly after that, when the Newburyport Art Museum made a request to Miskatonic University, the other party packed the painting together and gave it to the Newburyport Art Museum as a student work.

And it was this painting that summoned the evil creatures living in the subspace, and hid in the museum to attack humans. Eventually led to a series of tragedies.

Well, now the context of the matter has been basically figured out, and there are only two questions at the moment.

First, is Christine still alive?

Second, what happened to her that made her draw this kind of painting that can summon monsters from another world?

These two questions are very important. If Christine is still alive, will she draw a second "Empty Ghost" or a similar painting? At that time, the situation will only get worse. Similarly, the "inspiration" that allows her to draw such a terrible monster is also a problem.

But no matter what, they can be sure that the focus of all this is on the woman named Christine.

Sheriff Anthony called the above number according to the information provided by Professor Osborne. To be honest, for a moment, he was a little worried whether the other party had left or the phone had been abandoned. But fortunately, the other party answered the phone, and when Anthony asked about Christine, he said that she was indeed still at home. Although at the beginning, Christine's parents were a little uneasy about Anthony's request for a visit, they finally agreed to Anthony's request.

Then the two of them rushed to the house of the woman named Christine again and met Christine in the living room.

It has to be said that after seeing this woman in person, Duanmu Huai and Anthony were both shocked.

They had seen a photo of Christine in the student file given by Professor Osborne. She was a girl with brown curly hair and a sweet smile.

However, the one who appeared in front of them was a skinny girl with completely lost hair. She looked like a cancer patient who could only survive after several rounds of chemotherapy.

According to her parents, she has been like this since she dropped out of school. Not to mention painting, she couldn't even hold a pen steadily. In fact, she didn't even dare to see anything related to painting now, whether it was a brush, paint or canvas. As long as she saw it, she would fall into a hysterical state of panic.

Even her parents didn't know what this girl had experienced.

Duanmu Huai stood in front of the girl and stared at her. Her eyes were as dull as those of a dead fish. Even when she saw Duanmu Huai, she didn't change her expression at all. Her dull eyes seemed to have completely passed through Duanmu Huai and looked at a certain position in the void.

"Hello, Miss Christine."

Duanmu Huai coughed, squatted down and stared at Christine, who was just sitting in a wheelchair, swaying like a patient in a mental hospital, mumbling incoherent words that no one could understand.

"We are here for your paintings, you should remember..."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai stared into Christine's eyes.

"It's the painting of 'Empty Ghost' that you painted."

"………………!!"

When Christine heard Duanmu Huai say the word "Empty Ghost", she trembled for a moment, and her eyes seemed to regain some light at this moment - just like a few rays of fire that had been extinguished on charcoal.

"Ah...Ah......"

She opened her mouth and made an incoherent cry, while Duanmu Huai stared into her eyes and slowly released a trace of fearful aura.

"Tell me, where did you get the inspiration? How did you draw that picture?!"

"No, it's not me... It's not me... "

At this moment, in the living room, not only Christine was trembling, but even Anthony and Christine's parents felt the fear coming from Duanmu Huai. They wanted to step forward and stop him from asking their daughter. However, the fear held their bodies tightly, making them dare not move at all.

"Tell me, what's going on!"

"Ah... Ah..."

Facing Duanmu Huai's questioning and eyes, at this moment, Christine seemed to have finally regained her consciousness. That fear saved her from nothingness and numbness. At this moment, she seemed to have completely regained her original sanity. She reached out with a trembling hand, took out a diary from under the blanket covering her knees, and handed it to Duanmu Huai with a trembling hand. At the same time, she widened her eyes, stared at Duanmu Huai, opened her mouth, and said a place name.

"Dun... Weizhi!!"