The blood moon hangs high, and under the mysterious moonlight, the mottled clouds have a translucent blood-colored halo on their edges, which is particularly eye-catching on the gray-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 one thought:
This building is really old.
At the same time, I feel that it is strong enough and can still stand firm after years of erosion.
At this moment, geology professor William Dell, who had discovered the ruins of the ancients and had escaped from two major events, the Crazy Mountains and the Shadow Beyond Time and Space, was waiting with a frown.
During this scientific expedition, he encountered a mysterious incident without any surprise. He 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 wrapped in a blanket and warming himself by the fire, saw a door disappearing.
Then, there was 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 that the members who walked out of the strange door alive would graduate directly.
There was no other way. He personally verified that the difficulty of this expedition was no lower than the other two. In those previous operations, many excellent formal investigators and faculty were sacrificed. If the students could pass safely, there would be no need to graduate.
Real experience > Talking on paper.
As for whether there is any luck involved...
To be honest, the professor himself recalled three experiences and still felt that he was lucky.
at the same time.
Miskatonic University, Library.
Most people fell into a deep sleep, and the broad streets were quiet and peaceful, with the occasional footsteps of diligent scholars heard.
A silhouette wearing a black smock walked slowly from the darkness. His face was shrouded in darkness, but the outline of his body showed that he was a burly man. His steps were strange, as if he merged 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 professors in various disciplines to describe it, it would be:
An indescribable existence born under an evil ritual with some evil mission.
This guy gently passed through a tall tree for viewing next to the avenue, and then stopped at the library with the highest security level at the University of Michigan.
He raised his head and stared for a long time, as if he was observing and making up his mind. As if his body was weightless, he jumped up the courtyard wall that was five people high. Soon, the mysterious man landed on the lawn of the front yard.
There was no movement from beginning to end, but just before he continued to look at the layout of the building and went further, there were suddenly several low howls not far away.
The voice was full of warning.
They were two seemingly ordinary home-protecting short-haired hounds, but the temperament they exuded made people tremble all over. At this moment, it seemed as if they had encountered the most evil enemy, with the down on their bodies standing on end.
Under the panicked eyes of the black shadow, the two home-protecting short-haired dogs began to swell and grow ferocious, with the aura of killing everything, opening their bloody mouths...
Not long after.
An old man wearing brass glasses came out. He had a straight suit and looked energetic, but his glasses were indeed strange, which is a commendable feature:
There are no temples that hang on the ears, only clip-on frames. They are fixed by squeezing the bridge of the nose, but they don’t make people suspicious. Is it uncomfortable?
The most critical thing is that the lens is too small. If the old gentleman wants to use it to see distant scenes, he may have to droop his eyelids.
"Uninvited guest..."
Professor Henry Armitage stared at the remaining black-green blood on the ground, sighed, and then looked at the two ferocious giants beside him.
dog.
The next moment, they stopped swallowing and no longer barked. Instead, they shrank in size and became harmless. At the same time, they collapsed on the turf, exposing their bellies.
In animal cognition, this represents obedience and absolute trust, and the professor did not disappoint them. He stroked them one by one, but his expression was still heavy, and he sighed:
"I don't know what's going on with William Dell's polar scientific expedition team. It will be three months in a dozen days..."
"This guy has always been very lucky, there's no need to worry about him."
A middle-aged man with a very high hairline came over. This was Francis Morgan, the professor of ancient potions. He had a very good relationship with the librarian, Professor Armitage.
He participated in solving the Dunwich terrorist incident, faced a large number of strange things, and even the true appearance of the second generation of the evil god, but he still did not fall into madness and behaved extremely rationally.
Today, Francis Morgan is studying ancient magic books left over from the Dark Ages with his friends.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the stranger arriving, but after catching the scent, the two obedient and adorable hounds began to squirm and show more enthusiasm.
"Hello, professors."
"Hello, I see you a lot lately. You are a very hard-working kid."
Professor Francis nodded, looked at the latter's slightly red eyes, and seriously warned:
"But don't embarrass yourself. Remember to stay rational at all times. Go beyond the theories, formulas, and other things you currently know. They are more terrifying than poison."
"I know, so I decided to take two bottles of sanity potion with me. I will not go to the library in the past few days and go on a date with the beautiful senior sister." Yang Kai smiled.
As a time traveler, he naturally knew two legendary professors who were like sweeping monks at the University of Michigan. They often stayed late at night, just to brush up their presence before officially enrolling.
There are only a handful of people who cannot succeed in time traveling. In Yang Kai's opinion, if you don't want to be like Long Aotian, the King of Investigators, Randolph Carter, you have to be half as elegant as Senior Lu.
Because of this, he has been determined to overcome his fear and has been studying hard recently, and his level is far higher than that of the preparatory students in the same class...
"I don't know how senior is doing."
In a whisper, Yang Kai poured a bottle of sanity potion into his mouth. The bloodshot eyes around the hole dissipated. Under the gaze of the professor and the hound, he left with the other two bottles of potion.
The professor cares about his colleagues.
The juniors are worried about their seniors.
Lu Li, who was in the middle of the situation, was extremely calm at the moment, and his mentality was beyond speculation.
Another time and space, Cloverfield Asylum.
Next to the personal dormitory converted 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. Falling into a mysterious dream, he looked around and found that there were only sparse figures left around him.
Looking up, he saw countless corpses piled haphazardly on an ancient altar in front of him. There were several men in white whose faces could not be seen clearly, but whose figures were familiar, and they were presiding over some kind of bloody ritual...
