Everything that is happening in this world seems to be so deadly silent and noisy, so silent that it seems like it should be the way it should be.
No one cares about the suddenly destroyed woods, nor the destroyed cabins. Maybe the official people will notice these, but so what?
The poor people at the bottom are either missing or contracting diseases and dying silently, no one cares. They are like the most inconspicuous weeds, no one cares, and anyone can step on them casually
.
Maybe those big people occasionally show kindness and shed a tear or two when they see a play based on reality performed in the theater.
Those are not tears, they are just irritated saline. Who knows in this chaotic and crazy world, whether the few people who are not rotten in the end will shed tears, and how many people will truly feel
touch.
Desperate people can only ignite their lives and face this fucked reality.
They have never seen the light in their lives.
What they pray for is nothing more than trivial things.
“Will wishing upon this sculpture really work?”
People looked at the mysterious sculpture that was missing a horn with expectant eyes.
"certainly."
The middle-aged man wearing a hood had a fanatical expression and his confused tone was very confusing:
"Respond to the will of ancient times! All shall be granted!"
"I hope I can get stronger so that I can move more goods at the dock."
"Then I want to be taller... Linda next door doesn't like short people..."
"The great will will eventually come!"
Under the hood, there were faint bulges on both sides of the middle-aged man's cheeks, similar to scales.
…………
Nanke felt that since he came to this world, he seemed to have been unlucky.
It was as if the whole world was against him.
Just when he made up his mind to explore the weak point in space and time mentioned by Drom, it turned out that he was completely unable to get away from Miskatonic University.
"Professor Wilson," Mr. Ball, who is responsible for managing some trivial matters in the school, knocked on his door and said politely, "Mr. Principal, I have something to ask you."
Principal who loves crafts?
Wilson was stunned for a moment, wondering what the principal wanted to do with him at this time.
He subconsciously looked out the window. The moon had climbed over the treetops, and it was indeed getting late.
Looked at Zhuomu's light curtain again: 22:16
There were no mobile phones in this era, and watches were considered luxury goods here. Professor Wilson once owned one, but he sold the watch after he went bankrupt. Nanke, who is currently very poor, cannot afford to buy watches.
If he didn't have Drom, a high-tech system to display the time, he could only judge the specific time based on the general sky color and the clock in Arkham Town.
The last time the bell rang was ten times, a long time had passed.
If it were a hundred years later, this time would be nothing. It was just the beginning of nightlife, but in this era of lack of entertainment activities, it was already late at night.
"What do you want from me?" Wilson asked doubtfully, "It's getting late now."
"I'm sorry, I don't know very well." Mr. Power said politely, "But the principal must have something very important, so he came to see you so late."
Confused, Wilson followed Mr. Ball to the principal's office again.
Along the way, he was a little confused and a little nervous.
Could it be that the principal knew about the death of the financial liar? Then he suspected that he was a criminal suspect and wanted to send him to the New York Police Department?
But Jason said that he tracked it here alone.
Logically speaking, the principal should not know about this matter.
Soon, Wilson came to the principal's room.
When he first came here, he was not very familiar with the environment here, and everything was strange to him. He was afraid that he would find out some clues when he faced the principal.
Fortunately, after digesting a lot of Professor Wilson's memories, Nanke no longer felt guilty.
In the office, the principal was pushing the crystal lens and reading a document with a frown.
Hearing Wilson's footsteps, he raised his head and showed a smile: "Professor Wilson, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late, but I do need your help with something here."
"It's okay," Wilson nodded politely, "I'm happy to help. Is there anything I can do?"
"Thank you very much." The principal nodded slightly and handed the document in his hand to Wilson.
"You are an expert in ancient research. What are your opinions on this?"
Wilson took the document, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously, because the document in his hand was a black and white photo, and what was displayed on it was a relief-style print.
The carving on it seems to be a flower with five petals, and densely packed stick figures are carved on the bottom, which seems to be worshiping the flower.
"This is……"
Wilson suppressed his exclamation, his pupils contracted suddenly, but he quickly calmed down his shock and pretended to be calm and said:
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen similar prints before, and there are no similar cultural products in the ancient history I studied... I can only say... its style is very exquisite, and it shows this flower beautifully.
It’s lifelike, as if the living flowers are right in front of you.”
"The people below seem to be worshiping this flower and respecting it extremely. Maybe... this flower has some kind of ability to confuse people's hearts."
The principal looked thoughtfully at the print on the photo.
"As expected of an expert in ancient research, this way of interpreting this relief gives you a whole new perspective."
Wilson twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing how to respond.
"Did the principal come to me for this relief?"
"Oh, no." The principal looked at Wilson through the crystal lens, "You must have heard of our school's expedition team?"
"Hmm... I know a little bit about it." Wilson said thoughtfully, "It is said to be a very professional expedition team with footprints all over the world."
The principal mentioned it at the opening ceremony, and the students around seemed to be interested in it too.
"This relief photo also comes from members of our expedition team." The principal explained, "They came into contact with these mysterious murals, but for various reasons, they disappeared in that place. This document is the last item they sent.
"
"Our school wants to organize another group of expedition teams to go and find out the reasons." Principal Lovecraft said sincerely, "I hope you can join."