Author: Youjiu L

The black coated paper was stained with spray-like blood stains.

Coupled with the weird title, it looks like an ominous book.

"Did you buy those blood stains?"

Fingel asked curiously.

He was thinking about how those blood stains were sprayed on, sacrifice, suicide, or competition?

"Oh, no, I did it myself."

Klein said.

"You want to sacrifice your blood to summon the evil god?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes sharpened.

"No, I just think a little blood on the cover makes it more stylish. And it's chicken blood. I went to the village to get it."

Klein explained.

Hmm. OK, reasonable.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to delve too much into this kind of person's mental journey, as that would make him farther and farther away from normal people's thinking.

He opened the "Necronomicon" and found a series of sharp-edged words on it.

"Xihe, translated into Chinese."

Lu Mingfei took the photo with his mobile phone.

"The text in the picture is in Arabic, but it uses a special writing method, and it will take some time to decipher it."

Xihe replied immediately.

The translation software also gives the results of forced translation, which are all gibberish with no practical meaning.

"This is such advanced software. Do I need to pay for it?"

Klein asked excitedly.

Although he is proficient in multiple languages, having this software can still save a lot of effort.

"No charge."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"Can you share it with me?"

Klein is very happy. Free software is good software.

"You can't use it, this is our internal software."

"All right."

He said with some disappointment.

"However, if you can become the consultant of our war group, I can authorize you to use this software."

Lu Mingfei thought for a while and said.

Since the other party is not a cultist or a degenerate hybrid, coercive measures cannot be taken.

But we couldn't let him continue to study like this, so just in the name of installing software, he asked Xihe to keep him under surveillance.

"Okay, but you still have to charge according to the difficulty of the consultation."

Klein readily agreed.

"Can."

The two parties exchanged contact information, and Lu Mingfei asked Xihe to install relevant software on Klein's mobile phone and computer.

"So you know what the special way of writing is?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be able to understand this book. However, I can't tell you how to decipher it."

Klein shook his head.

"I can pay."

"This is not a matter of money. There is power in this book that you can't imagine. It's not a big problem if you can't understand it or read the translated content directly, but knowing the method of deciphering it will make you targeted by that power."

he said seriously.

This is why Klein is willing to take out the "Necronomicon" directly and show it to them. There is no way to decipher it, it is just a decoration.

"So you have old marks all over your body, right?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes showed a little more appreciation.

This young man seems to be a bit obsessed with money, but surprisingly he is quite principled.

"That's right. But I'm used to it. Knowledge is both power and curse. If you study them, you have to bear them."

Klein said calmly.

"What will happen if you are targeted by that kind of power?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I don't know how to describe this. The feeling is different every time."

He said with some distress.

"Sometimes I feel as if a red-hot iron rod has been inserted into my brain, and sometimes I feel chills all over. Sometimes I suddenly understand a long-standing history, even if I

Never learned that before.”

Klein described.

“Isn’t there a more concrete or realistic representation?”

"No."

He shook his head.

They are all mental manifestations, which are difficult to define.

It may be that he is really possessed by an evil god, or he may just be possessed by an evil spirit because of his research.

Even in the 40K universe, it is difficult to identify whether a scholar has a mental breakdown due to poor research or whether his brain has been messed up by Tzeentch.

Of course, it is not difficult to deal with it.

A bolter or throwing it into the incinerator are both good choices.

However, based on the information currently available, Klein's words are at least half likely to be true.

“Have any researchers at your school had this experience?”

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Looking at the research direction and academic level, the freshmen in recent years are completely inferior. They can't even read cuneiform."

Having said this, Klein sighed.

At the University of Michigan, like other universities, doctoral students also need to help educate students.

And his tutor, Professor Amanisis, is also very keen on accepting students, but he and a few of his classmates are basically the ones who do it.

Every time Klein saw the stupid looks in the newcomers' eyes, he would have the urge to drop out.

"But the absolute number is still quite high. After all, we are the University of Michigan."

He said with some pride.

At UM, the level of madness is almost equal to the level of academics.

And when it comes to how to keep yourself awake, everyone has their own unique skills.

Lu Mingfei was noncommittal about Klein's words, but in his heart he had already labeled Miskatonic University as suspicious.

It just so happens that they want to expand the student base, so they will ask the Japanese branch to send a group of undercover agents in and put the school under surveillance.

Of course, he would not tell Klein this plan.

"You haven't told me the translated content of this page yet."

Lu Mingfei returned to the topic.

"Oh, then let me recite it to you."

Klein cleared his throat and read in a psychedelic tone.

"Our Cthulhu in the sea, may your name be magnified, may your kingdom come, may your will be done in R'lyeh as in Iha Enthre."

"Sounds like some kind of prayer."

Lu Mingfei frowned.
To be continued...