Lying on the bed, a certain successor to the Giant of Light, a loyal fan of Ultraman, and a brave man tasked with saving the world, let out an extremely shrill howl.
"Just five minutes!"
Hikari No. 1, oh, no, it should be Zhuomu at this time, showing an extremely cold side, even the electronic sound was two degrees darker than usual: "No, the host has been relying on it for thirteen and a half minutes.
."
"Today is the start date of Miskatonic University. As a professor, the host needs to attend the entrance ceremony in time."
"That's Wilson's business! It's the task of my human body!"
Someone on the bed made a confident voice.
"The host is now Professor Howard Wilson." Drom's voice became colder and colder.
"I'm not!"
Someone is huddled in bed and acting rogue.
"..."
A line of words appeared on Zhuomu's screen.
[Confirm to activate the electric shock function]
The next second, accompanied by the sizzling sound of electricity, Wilson jumped out of the bed with a roar and woke up instantly.
[Countdown to washing: 10 minutes]
[Failure penalty: electric shock]
Zhuomu's cold prompt sounded, issuing a ruthless mission to the host who was trying to be lazy.
"Zhuom... you have changed... you are no longer the obedient system." Wilson pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears and complained tearfully, "Tell me, did you learn from some master's system?
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[Countdown to washing: 9 minutes and 52 seconds]
"Drom!"
Wilson gritted his teeth.
"The system strictly obeys the host's orders." Zhuom said calmly, "The host specifically entrusted the system to perform the function of the alarm clock last night to ensure that the opening ceremony arrived on time."
"..."
Wilson took a deep breath, and with the countdown to Zhuom's death, he bravely went to the bathroom.
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Finally, ten minutes before the ceremony began, Professor Wilson, wearing a black formal suit, gold-rimmed glasses, a clean shave, and an extraordinary bearing, walked gracefully into the auditorium of Miskatonic University.
He looked towards the professor's chair at the front of the hall, where Director Armitage was smiling at him in a friendly manner.
During this time, Wilson often went to the school library and chatted happily with Director Armitage. Even the big black dog guard who guarded the library quickly became familiar with him.
Professor Wilson would also smile politely and walk to sit next to Director Armitage.
He was just about to chat with Director Armitage when he suddenly felt a strong gaze.
Wilson quickly turned his head to look for the source of his gaze.
He only saw a chaotic crowd.
"What's wrong?"
Curator Armitage on the side asked doubtfully.
"nothing."
Wilson turned his head without changing his expression.
In the shadow of a corner not far from Wilson, a figure wearing a black trench coat and a bandage on his left hand crossed his arms and frowned deeply.
This is the same Jason who investigated the case not long ago.
The surrounding students were chatting and laughing as they passed by Jason, and no one noticed such a strangely dressed person in the shadows.
But Professor Wilson, who looked like an ordinary person, immediately noticed his sight...
Jason looked at his bandaged left hand.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the black-haired professor sitting at the professor's chair, sitting upright, smiling and talking to the old man next to him.
He didn't look much different from the people around him, and his every move was normal, with no eyeballs suddenly falling out or tentacles popping out or anything like that.
However, a week ago, it was this seemingly innocent Professor Wilson who burned off half of his hand.
There is no way to recover until now.
This is the most serious injury he has suffered in recent years.
No matter what methods he tried, he couldn't make the charred skin grow back. The remaining power on it made him feel a burning pain every time he touched his left hand.
Just as ice melts away when it encounters fire, the shadows in the dark disappear in the sunlight.
That is a kind of extreme self-restraint.
This made Jason extremely irritable.
Although he was not in physical pain, it did not mean that he was willing to lose the ability to move one hand.
In this extremely dangerous world, if you show a little bit of weakness, you never know when you will be torn apart and swallowed up.
So he came to Arkham specifically to look for this mysterious Mr. Wilson.
If there were no special reasons, Jason would not be willing to come to this place at all, especially since he has a relationship with Miskatonic University...
The information given to him by Sheriff William shows that Mr. Wilson is indeed a knowledgeable professor. His papers have been published in many authoritative academic journals and he is a senior expert in ancient research.
He graduated from Harvard University and has been teaching at Brown University. Then he was deceived by the financial liar who turned into a carpet. He resigned and went to New York. As a result, he was deceived and lost all his money.
But for some reason, he suddenly came to Miskatonic University to teach.
It's like appearing in Arkham out of thin air...
This is very strange, because for the penniless Professor Wilson, there is no way to suddenly arrive in Arkham in one day.
But the last time he tracked him, he had indeed targeted Wilson.
Five days ago, he had actually arrived in Arkham and forged a freshman profile to sneak into the University of Michigan. This was not a difficult task for him, but he had never had the chance to get close to Professor Wilson.
Professor Wilson seems to spend most of the day in the library.
Whenever Jason wanted to go in, the big black dog guarding the door wanted to rush up and bite him to pieces.
In order not to cause more trouble, Jiesen could only wander outside.
This opening ceremony was the closest he got to Professor Wilson. Unfortunately, he was discovered by Wilson before he could observe carefully.
Obviously he has made enough disguise...
Jason's mood gradually became violent.
But Wilson, who was sitting on it, didn't feel it and was communicating with the people next to him calmly.
As the bell outside the auditorium rang, everyone fell silent and waited in their seats for the ceremony to begin.
The principal was wearing a black bachelor's robe, which made him look more majestic. He walked slowly to the podium, waved to the crowd who didn't know what kind of chaos was hidden underneath, and showed a smile:
"Dear ladies and gentlemen, professors, friends, and students, we had a wonderful Christmas holiday, and I am very happy to see your energetic faces in the new year."
"I am President of Miskatonic University, Phillips Lovecraft."