The scenery in Miskatok is different from other places.
The RV follows the road signs and soon you can see the city's buildings.
At the end of the vast expanse of farmland that is uncultivated in winter lies the city.
It is not as prosperous as Boston, nor as retro as Detroit. As a mainly agricultural city, Miskatok is full of retro flavor. The most eye-catching ones are the houses with pointed roofs.
This kind of Gothic style architecture usually has a strong religious connotation, probably because this architectural style originating from France is mostly used in churches, such as Notre Dame de Paris, which has been burned and destroyed.
But it is somewhat ironic that these churches were not built because of religious worship, but as public auditoriums with developed democracy. Today, they are mostly associated with religion and belief. It can only be said that time is enough to erase all traces.
It is hard to imagine that such buildings with spires and stained glass can be seen everywhere in cities in the 21st century, but in Miskatok, this is the daily scenery.
Approaching the city, there was a buzzing sound from the radio. James, who was driving during the shift, turned the knob and finally made the sound clearer.
"...Today's Miskatok hotline is to help you solve your problem. Let's first take a look at the first reader's letter."
This sound always made people feel like they had heard it before. Thinking about it carefully, Lu Jian discovered that it was from the somewhat crazy broadcast last night.
Now it sounds like this is not a private radio station, but it sounds like an official one?
Some official radio stations do take a personalized approach. In a country that advocates freedom, you can even hear some indescribable things being broadcast live on official radio stations.
The car shook slightly, and Lu Jian heard the radio continue to play.
"Ms. Blaney from Miskatok... My husband has been coming home late every night lately, but his work is not that busy. He has been nowhere for such a long time. One day I tried to follow him after get off work, but found him hiding in an alley, eating wild dog carcasses, what should I do?"
After listening to the first half, several people in the car laughed heartily, thinking that some kind of green plant was growing on their heads, but after hearing the second half, everyone stopped laughing.
"Is this a prank?"
Weiss adjusted his glasses and asked subconsciously.
Some radio programs themselves are not very popular, so they have to broadcast fake letters from readers to make up for their live broadcasts, which is similar to the anchors making up barrages when watching live barrages.
He thought it was similar and heard the radio continue talking.
"Ms. Blaney, it is not particularly abnormal to eat the carcasses of wild dogs in the alley. As we all know, if the carcasses of wild dogs are not handled in a dark place, they will rot and emit a smell, so your husband also
It can be regarded as a contribution to the cleanliness of the city. You can let him take you to try it together next time."
The radio gave some advice, but it sounded weird.
"Second letter, Mr. Raphael from Miskatok... I have been very troubled recently. The corpses placed in the warehouse are always being dug out by others and scattered everywhere, and they are still missing.
Two, I tried putting up warning signs and building guardrails, but they were eventually dug out. A few days ago, I discovered that a body had been stolen. I chased it out and saw two people eating on the street. Should I just use it?
Kill them with guns?”
The second radio letter was even more bizarre.
"What is the body?"
Thalia looked at the others. At first she thought it was some kind of nickname, but the more she heard about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
"Maybe he meant bacon or something."
Valerie guessed.
"Could it be that... this person's stolen body was the wild dog that the husband of the previous listener ate?"
James tried to explain.
"They stole the smoked dog meat and roasted it on the roadside to eat, right? Maybe they were afraid that environmentalists or animal rights activists would cause trouble. I know those guys are extreme guys.
"
"is that so?"
Weiss thought something was strange.
"Mr. Raphael, what I want to say is that your right to protect your private property is sacrosanct. Give those damn guys a shot and let them see blood. The security of Miskatok needs you!"
The radio host's words were high-spirited, but the content was really frightening.
"Are they crazy?"
Thalia shouted, hearing her sharp voice, Scott, who was resting, turned over but did not wake up.
"The third letter is from Mr. Gower from Miskatok... I was eaten, and they hung my body in the house, cut the veins with a knife, drained the blood, and I
Being hung upside down like this, I could only stare at those guys, but I didn't expect that I was stolen. The man dragged me to the street. He gnawed on my flesh and blood. His mouth was full of it. His mouth was full of it. He also screamed
Fucked other people, oh, thank God, they were all killed in the end, good rifle bullets got into their heads, thank God, at least I still have my brain left."
The radio host spoke again, and this time the people in the car were completely overwhelmed by the letter.
"This must be a prank, one of those scary and supernatural radio programs!"
Thalia screamed again, causing Scott, who was sleeping soundly beside him, to frown slightly.
"The good news is we now know the whole story."
Lu Tiao was not moved at all. He had seen this kind of thing many times.
If this is the case with Miskatok's official radio station, then there's probably something seriously wrong with the city.
But it makes no difference to Lu Tan, because Feng Yu is trapped here, so it would be strange if Miskatok didn't have any serious illness.
"This is definitely telling a story, but it's quite interesting. It may be a special section to tie in with the film festival!"
Weiss explained that rather than believing the letters were genuine, it was clearly a joke to coincide with the festival.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Gower. Obviously they don't respect your body. Miskatok doesn't welcome such a person. If you can provide more detailed clues, maybe we can help you.
, no matter what, making Miskatok a better place is our ultimate goal!”
"After reading so many letters, let's take a break and listen to a song to relax for a while. Please listen to "Ode to the Old Gods."
A hymn-like melody sounded on the radio again, but the lyrics were similar to the somewhat blasphemous songs I heard last night, telling about the connection between great beings and the stars. The joyful melody made people feel creepy.
.
The RV has already entered the city, and among the Gothic buildings, sparse passers-by can be seen.
Every passerby has a weird and exaggerated smile on his face.
