Director Armitage was a little surprised by the guests who visited today.
It is now the Christmas vacation, and there is still more than a week before the start of school. There is basically no one on campus. Only some people who usually live in Arkham come to the library.
Moreover, it is now six o'clock in the morning, and the sky is not very bright.
But even so, he shook hands with Professor Wilson in a friendly manner: "Good morning, nice to meet you, Professor Wilson."
Wilson's eyes narrowed slightly under his gold-rimmed glasses.
Librarian... Facing Armitage's gray hair and beard, and his majestic scholarly demeanor, he couldn't help but think of his high school teacher.
"Good morning," Wilson tried hard to maintain a smile on his face. He didn't know how to start the topic for a moment, so he subconsciously asked, "Have you eaten?"
"...?" Curator Armitage was slightly startled, hesitated, and replied, "Eat?"
Director Armitage did not understand why such a stranger would suddenly ask him if he had had breakfast.
After the ancient history professor in front of him asked the question just now, his expression visibly stiffened for a moment, and his polite smile broke down.
I was careless and forgot that this is not the country on the other side of the ocean at all. You don't usually say hello like this here.
Curator Armitage narrowed his eyes and took note of this oddity.
"Are you looking for any information?" However, Director Armitage did not continue to stand by the door and chat with Wilson. Instead, he led Wilson sideways to the interior of the library.
Looking at the rows of neatly arranged bookshelves, the neatly listed books, and the peaceful and solemn atmosphere, Professor Wilson couldn't help but marvel.
"The library of your school is really beautiful." Wilson praised.
"Our school library is famous in Massachusetts for its rich collection." Director Armitage introduced with a smile, with a hint of pride in his tone, "Although it is not as old as Harvard University's library, it still has enough
Historical heritage.”
This was his first time in such a large library.
However, Professor Wilson often spent time in the reading room of Harvard University during his studies.
He nodded politely.
"I wonder what type of bibliography Professor Wilson is looking for?" Curator Armitage was in a good mood, "Maybe I can help. Is there any relevant information on ancient Chinese research?"
"Hmm... almost." Professor Wilson said vaguely, hesitated for a moment, and pretended to mention casually, "Actually, before I came to Miskatonic University, a person introduced by one of my students showed me something
Mysterious sculpture.”
"The sculpture carving technique is very powerful, and the sculpture is so lifelike. I even felt that it was alive for a moment, as if the carved beast was staring at me."
Professor Wilson frowned slightly as he recalled the vague and fragmentary delirium.
The last memories of this unlucky guy in his human body are all messed up.
I don't even know when I went to the grove on the outskirts. I don't know how the giant Gomora appeared.
He could only reluctantly sort out those bad memories and extract some clues that seemed to be somewhat useful.
He felt that the Director Armitage in front of him had managed such a large library for so many years, so he could easily learn all kinds of secret information through the library. He also seemed to be very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He might find something useful.
clue.
Curator Armitage listened to Professor Wilson's words, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes twitched fiercely.
This description made him have an unpleasant suspicion in his heart.
He spoke quickly, his tone becoming sharper: "What does that statue... look like?"
"I..." Professor Wilson pushed up his glasses, deliberately showing an anxious and uneasy look, "I don't know how to describe it, it's not a monster that should exist in the real world at all..."
He told the unlucky human body all his impressions of the Gomora Spark Doll.
"...I can't identify where that sculpture came from." Wilson smiled bitterly, "That is beyond my knowledge of ancient research. I have never seen anything like it."
Curator Armitage nodded solemnly.
He silently observed Professor Wilson's subtle expressions. Every small change in expression and facial expression was caught in front of his eyes.
Everything Professor Wilson said did not seem to be fake. The description of the sculpture and the panic look seemed to have been truly experienced.
But Curator Armitage still felt it was a little strange.
Occasionally, Wilson flashed an expression more like that of an all-seeing bystander.
Out of tune with the entire world.
But soon this weirdness disappeared, and it seemed like it was just an illusion.
"After that, I have been surrounded by nightmares." Wilson swallowed, his eyes expressing fear and uneasiness, "I even dreamed that the carved monster turned into a monster as high as a mountain. I was so scared.
I went crazy...My memory was completely messed up during this period, as if I had fallen into madness."
"It wasn't until a few days ago that I regained consciousness."
What Wilson said was true, but he concealed his existence.
"I know..." Wilson sighed, "You may think that these are just ridiculous stories I made up, or that I have fallen into a crazy dream..."
"Even I am completely unsure of what it is...but I still want to find clues about that monster."
"Maybe you think I'm crazy..."
"No."
Director Armitage spoke, with a serious and dignified expression. He walked in front of Wilson and patted him on the shoulder, "I believe you. I have met some people, and they have met transcendental friends like you."
Bizarre and insane events of human imagination.”
Um?
Before Wilson could continue to describe more passionately, he unexpectedly got a clue from Armitage.
The brewing emotions were suddenly suppressed and almost caused him internal injuries.
He stared at Director Armitage in surprise: "You mean..."
"I think you may need some help." Armitage considered, "Nightmares are not easy to get rid of."
"Hmm..." His human body did have nightmares every day after seeing the statue of Gomora.
Wilson was silent.
"Follow me."
Curator Armitage turned around and motioned for Wilson to follow.
Wilson was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.
But he still followed Curator Armitage.
He was very curious about what kind of surprise this Director Armitage, who seemed to know something, could bring him.