Chapter 169 Burnt

The darkness was as deep as the forest at the end of the arc moon, and as thick as the deep sea into which even sunlight could not penetrate. Even the lights in the hotel lobby seemed to be absorbed and swallowed up by this darkest shadow.

But the moth inside the skull kept flapping its scaly wings, discarding the scales that had accumulated for a long time, and the colors of whimsy and intuition filled the eyes.

The darkness of the stairs began to fade slowly, like thick black smoke gradually blown away by the wind, and the alien body hidden in it finally revealed its true appearance. It was a terrifying appearance that even Watson felt was extremely ugly and weird when he saw it!

I saw a strange arm that seemed to have no skin covering at all and directly exposed dark blue muscle fibers protruding from the black mist. The surface was like a twisted and intertwined knotted texture of old tree roots, and there were densely packed bronze bumps growing on it. It looked like pustules, or some kind of scary scales.

And from the front of this terrifying arm are five bizarre fingers like bird toes extending out, three of them are bent in front, two are curled in the back, holding a coiled hair that seems to be carved from a human thigh bone. Yellow shiny cane.

As the bone stick hit the wooden board of the stairs again, the alien's alien body was further revealed. Following the pustules that made patients with trypophobia go crazy at first glance, there was a seemingly normal face full of wrinkles. The old man's face - if you ignore that the other party's bald head is also covered with ferocious and sharp bone spurs, the nose is as sunken as a basin but has three round holes, the strange-shaped mouthparts split into the lower jaw like a T, and the forked tongue It was dancing like a snake in the crack of the slightly closed jaw, licking its jagged fangs.

What really surprised Watson was that the opponent's alien body actually had three faces and six arms!

However, these three heads and six arms are not like Nezha in ancient mythology, with three heads on the shoulders and six arms on the ribs. Instead, they have the faces of an old man, a man and a woman growing on the head, chest and waist and abdomen respectively. The old man's face is the most clear and obvious, and the outline of the facial features can be distinguished at a glance.

The faces of men and women are as ferocious as malformed growths of sarcoma, which appear blurry and unclear, but they all have ferocious expressions, clenching their yellowed and cracked teeth, and mumbling inarticulate words.

The emotions of resentment and anger were expressed so directly - they were waving wildly the pair of deformed and thin withered hands at the corners of their eyes, as if they were trying to scratch at other parts of the body and want to tear them apart. The place where they are forced to live.

The three eyes of these three faces are all like pure and flawless fifty-eight faceted diamonds. They are not covered by eyelids and eyelashes. Only the eyes on the head shine with a fierce and ruthless bright yellow light. The male face on the chest There seemed to be crackling lightning brewing inside the eyes, while the eyes of the female face at the waist were flowing with bright red liquid like blood.

Watson looked at this weird monster with three heads and six arms slowly walking towards the dining table while stroking the bone staff. He remained calm and just thought in his heart: "It has an alien appearance with multiple faces..." Could it be that the owner of the Cowell Hotel is like Clovette, with multiple souls in one body?"

"Although Clovette and Emma are also twins, they will show almost the same faces in the moth's vision...but the old man in front of them shows three faces of different ages and genders, and Even the facial features are not similar?”

He carefully and covertly observed the three faces of the other party, trying to find a connection between the three faces. However, because the sarcomas on the male and female faces were too deformed, he could only find that the male face seemed to be... There is a faint resemblance to the old man's face.

While Watson was immersed in the moth's vision, Sebastian, who was packing firewood, heard the sound of a stick hitting the ground. He turned his head in surprise and said, "Grandpa! Why did you come downstairs?"

The young man quickly discarded the tongs, ran to the three-headed and six-armed monster, and carefully raised his left arm, "Are you hungry? Wait a moment, Faris has already cooked the clam chowder, and I'll bring it to you right away. "

"Ahem - I saw guests coming upstairs. As the owner of the Gowell Hotel, how could I not come down to greet them in person?!"

The old man with completely gray and sparse beard and hair coughed violently. He seemed to not want his pain to spread with the spray, and raised his left fist to cover his mouth.

But the dignity of the other party fell in Watson's eyes, but he saw the monster opening its strange T-shaped mouthparts, and three snake-like tongues stretched out to lick the black claws on his left arm, but if he wanted It is said to be an animal's self-cleaning, but it feels more like a beast sharpening its claws.

Even Faris, who had just walked out of the kitchen with food, shouted in surprise: "Master Michaelis! Why did you go downstairs yourself?!"

But in fact, the old housekeeper was thinking, has the master noticed something unusual about these four little guys? Is he planning to come down personally to test their purpose?

"Master, your cold is not over yet, how can you get out of bed casually!" He shouted anxiously: "Master, why don't you help me sit down quickly?"

When the owner of the Gowell Hotel sat at the head of the table, Watson's moth vision was temporarily closed. His right eye was the ordinary real world, but his left eye could see hallucinations that seemed to be random thoughts. .

Since the hotel owner Michaelis was waiting there, the butler Faris quickly moved a variety of dishes to the table to entertain the four long-lost guests.

If a town resident with a normal mental state came to visit at this time, he would be able to see through the window glass how sumptuous the dinner at the Cowell Hotel tonight was.

A weak flame lit up the romantic and classic silver candlestick, and the warm and cozy candlelight illuminated the rectangular dining table covered with white cloth, which was filled with steaming delicious food - the fragrant and tempting clam chowder, fried until golden on both sides Sea fish, fried and crispy potato chips, thin slices of ham, large pieces of roasted pork tenderloin, and the precious Lagavulin ale - it seems that Mr. Farris attaches great importance to this batch Resident!

However, the four strangers with unfamiliar faces seemed extremely reserved. They all remained silent and just kept their heads down and stuffed food into their mouths. They really didn't know how to be grateful at all - at this time, they should stand up and raise a glass to thank Faris. Thank you for your hard work, sir!

But in fact, from Watson's moth's perspective, the rectangular dining table was clearly surrounded by a monster boss with three heads and six arms, a hotel steward who was as skinny as a haggard old tree, and three esoteric cultists with sarcomas on their chests. The young Sebastian and his two normal people... No, there should be only one normal person, Sebastian.

And in the big iron pot that contained the rich, creamy clam chowder, the clams in the pot were clearly not dead yet. Their spiny shells opened and closed, making a weird clicking sound, and protrusions from the open shells Tentacles as slender as silk threads gently caressed the tumbling bacon, dancing onions and shivering potato chunks that were also soaked in gray-white soup.

The originally excited vegetables gradually calmed down under the caress of the clam. Like a baby whose mother sang a lullaby, they seemed to slowly fall asleep and turned into ordinary side dishes, allowing the new strangers to put them in their mouths. ...Their corpses sank obediently into their stomachs, just waiting for the right time to wake up again, struggle again, and start acting up again!

The three hungry Crossroads esoteric cultists could not see anything strange about these dishes and just ate their heads away.

Khalsa scooped up a clam with its tentacles twisting happily and put it into his mouth. He inhaled the sweet clam meat and the rich and milky soup in one breath. Then he reached out to the corner of his mouth to wipe away either the soup or the residue of the broken tentacles. He said sincerely He exclaimed in admiration: "Hmm - I didn't expect that such a remote country town can also eat such delicious dishes. Mr. Farris, your skills are really amazing. It is simply better than some famous restaurant chefs in the city." Be superb!”

"Thank you for your compliments. As long as the four of you don't mind the simple ingredients in our country." Faris, the hotel steward, nodded with a smile. "If you really like it, please eat more. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you." You can go back to the kitchen and cook some more.”

"Then you're welcome! Your clam chowder is indeed a rare delicacy. If I don't eat more today, I'm afraid I will regret it when I think about it later!" Khalsa happily picked up a piece that seemed loose and fragile. The bone-like bread, dipped in the thick milky white soup, and a piece of fat, yellow, muscular, dark red ham slices, were placed in the mouth and chewed carefully.

He felt the delicious taste reverberating on the tip of his tongue, and felt that all his hunger and thirst were satisfied. He couldn't help but close his eyes and taste it carefully.

Faris looked at the intoxicated expression of this guest and felt very satisfied. Unfortunately, the other three were not as obsessed with oral pleasure as this cup-faced boy. They all seemed to be wary and ate very sparsely. The extra ingredients he added were difficult to achieve. Especially that hypocritical boy who always had a smile on his face. He only ate a small piece of ham from the time he sat down to the present. He drank the malt wine silently the whole time, but every time he raised his glass, he only sipped it lightly. One sip, and I'm afraid I won't be able to finish a glass of wine by the time dinner is over.

He turned to look at the old man who was tearing the bread slowly like an old man, and he knew that the old man meant to let him speak first and test the ins and outs of these foreigners.

So Farris raised his glass and shouted to the four visitors: "Guests, welcome to your arrival. I didn't expect that our dilapidated small hotel could actually attract tourists from out of town. I don't know if you are... Where did you come from?"

The only female foreigner among them smiled lightly and replied: "We are all from London. I heard that the owner of the Gowell Hotel is a knowledgeable historian and has a rich collection of books comparable to a small one." I wonder if we can have the pleasure of visiting the library’s study room?”

Faris sneered in his heart, he really came here for the master's collection of books... But there was a look of regret on his face, and he slowly shook his head and said: "Oh - it's a pity that you came more than ten years late. The hotel was because of several The negligence of a guest caused a violent fire. The master's library was also burned in the fire, and all the books in it were burned to ashes. Even our hotel was later rebuilt on the original site. Get up.”

"Oh! Did it burn down more than ten years ago?"

Melanie frowned slightly, thinking that this was inconsistent with the information mentioned by the leader. The information clearly mentioned that there was a secret document recording the secret transmission of the fifth-level heart hidden in the Gowell Hotel, and there was even a secret document hidden in it. The ancient and orthodox ritual of summoning the Twins of the Sea.

Is the information really too old, or is the butler in front of me hiding something?

Although she had some doubts in her heart, she still showed an indifferent expression and said, "That's okay, the main purpose of our trip is to visit the seaside scenery."

"Hahaha, that's good. By the way, guests, how many days do you plan to stay?"

On the surface, Faris was just tactfully reminding the four of them that they should pay for room and food expenses, but in reality, he wanted to know the length of stay of the other party, and also asked himself to adjust the amount of special condiments to ensure that they would not be paid in advance. The explosion made the young master discover the tragic situation of these four strangers.

Melanie pondered for a moment, but the toes hidden in her boots were already tapping the ground, sending out a hidden rhythm, conveying a message of inquiry.

"The housekeeper said that the library has been burned down and the books have been reduced to ashes, but I think this may not be true. We'd better stay a few more days and observe the situation carefully. If there really are no secret documents, Then we have at least tried our best to search, so that we will not betray the trust of the leader - what do you think?"

Lido chewed the tenderloin: "I agree."

Khalsa continued to scoop up the thick milky white soup and drank it in big gulps: "I agree too! Hmm - this clam chowder tastes really good. It just gets better and better the more you drink it. Why do you all eat so little?" Eat more, we usually stay underground and don’t have many opportunities to come out and taste such delicious food!”

Watson took another shallow sip of the wine, but in fact the clear wine only slightly moistened his lips: "I agree, but I think this situation must be informed to the cult first, and at least let them see it. to our efforts.”

Melanie: "Well, I will contact the Order later."

After she finished sending this message, she started to stop tapping her toes and raised her head as if she had just considered the result, "Let's just pay for five days' room and food expenses first. If we leave early at that time, If so, this fee does not need to be refunded.”

As Melanie said this, she took out a dozen large-denomination British pound coins from her arms and said, "Do you think this number is enough to pay for the five-day stay for the four of us?"

Sebastian was cutting the tenderloin for his grandfather who had a bad tooth. When he heard what the female guest said, he quickly shouted: "How can this be done?! You will pay whatever you have to pay, wait for the guest When you leave, we will definitely refund all the excess room fees! ”

Faris, on the other hand, pretended to have a philistine and greedy expression, immediately accepted the money, and nodded frequently in thanks.

The first dinner at the Cowell Hotel ended in such a conspiracy. After the meal, Sebastian led the four of them to their respective rooms.

Melanie once again gave instructions through walking words: "After three o'clock in the night, we gathered behind the hotel. I think this cliff seems very suspicious."