Sean and Moonlight remember that that night, Degenerate Doug was shot more than ten times with a pistol. After exceeding the critical time, he entered a state of rage and fled to the street without a trace.
Sean thought the other person was either lying in the morgue or in the hospital.
Unexpectedly, only two days later, Doug stood in front of him. The gunshot wound did not seem to have any impact on him.
The vitality of the degenerate is really terrifying.
However, this seems to be at the expense of longevity.
"The Styx Coin Picker?" Yueguang's doubtful voice sounded, "I heard that he is a explorer who can enslave and command resentful souls. He is very strong.
"However, I have only heard about it, never witnessed it with my own eyes."
Moonlight was unexpectedly serious, spoke clearly and without any hint of guilt in her tone.
Doug's cheeks bulged - it seems that the attack on the Miles Gang casino made him worried: "It is not ruled out that someone is wearing a mask. However, he is a explorer who is driving the drowning of evil spirits...
"If you see him in the future, you can tell me and I will pay you."
Sean turned to look at the moonlight. He estimated that Yueguang was laughing crazy in his heart at this moment - the drowned resentful spirit was standing in front of Doug at this moment, but the other party knew nothing about it.
Doug seemed to be a straightforward person. After saying this, he tilted his head in the direction of the clown hermit: "His name is Ivan."
Ivan spoke, and his voice was surprisingly clear and pleasant: "The Unknown Sea and the court musicians. The Lewin Town incident, the Jack class that slowed down the Angel of Resurrection. People say that you two are geniuses...
"I've admired you for a long time."
Sean immediately had a high opinion of Evan: many people mistakenly believed that his mask was called Mist, but only the clown hermit told the true name of his mask.
"It's just luck." Sean replied, but what he was thinking about was the fact that he was not very lucky.
"Too modest." The clown hermit lowered his head slightly, "Even the Ace level has heard of your name - you dare to bargain with the one with the weirdest temper among the six saints...
"Courage and strength are directly proportional."
Sean wants to keep a low profile, but the name Unknown Sea seems to have been noticed by the big guys in the industry.
"I propose that Unknown Sea be the captain." With his personality as a clown hermit, he is usually not willing to take the initiative to assume the role of captain.
Doug shrugged, "That's okay with me. I can't be captain."
Sean was confident in his own strength and did not shirk.
After briefly explaining their respective abilities and specialties, they received the keys to the mission-specific vehicles and drove off from the underground garage.
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The drive from New York City to Arkham takes about three hours.
Because it guarded the early land routes, Arkham was established earlier than New Testament City.
Before New York City became a metropolis on the east coast of New Zealand, Arkham was also prosperous for a period of time.
However, due to New Testament's location in an important port, Arkham's status was gradually taken over by the rising star.
In order to facilitate the connection between sea and land transportation, the highway was rerouted. Arkham lost its status as a transportation hub and became a remote city that can only be reached by taking a long way.
This is the official version of the fall of Arkham.
Another rumor is rampant: the university, which is famous for its occult science, has conducted some in-depth research into ancient legends, which has attracted the attention of some terrifying existences, leading to many horrific incidents and frightening strange things that have occurred in Arkham City. They emerged one after another, and once reached the tragic peak - Ash Mountain Town, which is attached to the outskirts of Arkham City, was wiped off the map due to evil reasons.
After the vicious events that were recorded in history, Arkham naturally declined.
People fled this fear-ridden and decaying city, and the population dropped by half from its peak.
After that, terror seemed to enter a period of silence in Arkham.
In addition to the hidden dangers left in the past, this city that once frequently appeared in newspapers across the country has gradually become stable and quiet. On the contrary, it is a New York City established to avoid evil. Due to the booming population, strange things gradually occur frequently...
It always seems to be the case when it comes to mystery—the more people do it, the more contrary it seems to be.
As the vehicle passes over the hills and goes downhill, you can overlook the entire city of Arkham.
It was clearly daytime, but the sun could not shine through the fog entrenched in the city.
If it weren't for the sparse traffic on the road in the distance, and an old sailboat slowly passing by in the river that crosses the city, this desolate atmosphere might make people mistakenly think that this is a dead city.
"As expected of Arkham..." Moonlight, who was sitting in the back seat, murmured.
According to the map of Arkham City, Doug originally planned to drive directly to the Arkham National Museum where the incident occurred.
When the car passed the municipal library next to Miskatonic University, Sean stopped the car.
"I'm going to supplement some information..." Sean said as he led the team members into the Arkham Municipal Library.
When the librarian, who was dozing with his head lowered, saw four masked explorers approaching the counter, he couldn't help but shudder. He suddenly felt dangerous and lost all sleep.
"What's the name of the local newspaper? Where is it kept?" The mask of the first explorer looked like an ellipsoidal glass that had been ground very smooth, with thick fog billowing inside.
The administrator stood up and pointed nervously and stupidly in one direction: "The Arkham Gazette...all the previous issues are in the cabinet in the newspaper room."
After thanking them, the four explorers went straight to the newspaper room.
The content of each issue of the bulletin is not much, only two newspapers.
Sean held up the newspaper and quickly scanned it from top to bottom before "rubbing" it into the filing cabinet.
Seeing the captain's actions, the clown hermit frowned: "Browsing so quickly, is he looking for something?"
Sean spent nearly two hours quickly "scanning" all the communiqués from the past twenty years, and stored the unique news of Arkham City in the archives.
Then, he closed his eyes, immersed himself in the Shengen space, and searched through all the news about "Arkham National Museum".
The museum was established in 1863... It has gone through six directors... Bloody incidents in the museum... Suspected cult rituals... Incidents in which the death guide lost his face... The current director is named Gary Turan... Due to the sudden drop in passenger flow, Negotiations are underway to incorporate the collection into the Museum of the New Testament…
Sean quickly browsed the newspapers retrieved in his mind. To the team members, it seemed as if he was experiencing rapid eye movement sleep, with his eyeballs moving rapidly under his eyelids.
When I opened my eyes again, there was a trace of clear light left in my eyes...
In such a short period of time, it is impossible to grasp everything that happened in the museum in detail, but Sean already has some general understanding.
"Let's go to the museum." Sean didn't explain much. From the perspective of Evan and Doug, Sean seemed to have found some information and then thought about it.
As for Sean not telling the information he was looking for and thinking about yet, they believed it was the captain's arrangement and they would naturally inform him when appropriate and necessary, so they did not raise any questions.
The car drove to the National Museum located north of Arkham City.
There is an open-air parking lot next to the museum. As soon as everyone got off the car and walked onto the street, a boy wearing a dirty and old octagonal hat walked up to Sean, holding a square wooden tray filled with all kinds of cigarettes and candies. In front of others: "Sir, do you need cigarettes and candies?"
His skull and brain appeared large due to malnutrition. He was wearing a pair of large leather boots that didn't fit his feet, but his clothes were relatively clean.
Moonlight asked for a pack of White Swan cigarettes, and Sean picked out some chewing gum, totaling 65 New Zealand cents. Sean gave him 1 New Zealand dollar: "No need to look for it."
The little boy showed an expression of disbelief at first, and then his brows were obviously happy. He bowed gratefully, pulled down his leather boots and prepared to walk away.
Sean seemed to have thought of something and stopped the little boy: "What's your name?
The little boy wiped his nose with his sleeve: "My name is Noel, sir."
"Are you the only one in the family?"
"...and my dad."
Doug on the other side frowned: "What does your dad do? Why doesn't he let you go to school?"
Noel replied expressionlessly: "He drinks every day and keeps drinking... He doesn't care if the family doesn't have money to eat, so I can only come out to make money."
"Fuck," Doug spat.
Sean was also a little dissatisfied, but knowing that there was not much he could do, he continued to ask: "Do you often sell cigarettes in front of this museum?"
Noel stood up straight: "The entrance to the museum and the park are the most crowded. I go back and forth from these two places."
"How long have you been selling cigarettes?"
He clapped his fingers and said, "It's been three years since I was eight years old."
He is eleven years old, but he has not grown much. He still looks like he is eight years old.
Sean couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and continued to ask: "Noel, has anything strange happened in this museum?"
Noel thought for a while: "One time I came back late and it was already dark...
"I heard someone in the museum crying and laughing..."
