In an old-style house near the port, Randolph Carter was wearing a long brown-gray windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets and looking out the window quietly.
At the end of his sharp sight was a medium-sized cargo ship moored at the dock.
Looking from a distance, judging from the text markings on the side of the hull, this ship should be a cargo ship of Morrison Company.
These are not important.
What is really important is that behind this cargo ship, there is actually towed another armed steam clipper that has completely lost power and is full of scars and cracks.
More importantly, Randolph Carter could clearly sense a damp and crazy aura from this unfamiliar damaged ship.
"The stench of Cthulhu's paganism."
Randolph murmured, "Did those fish-heads and their minions come out to cause trouble again?"
After thinking for a few seconds, he turned around and walked quickly out the door.
At this time, some personnel from the Australian police, naval department and Sydney University had appeared here.
Some of them were carrying lights and searching the cargo ships and clippers.
Another group of people were questioning the survivors of the two ships.
Randolph Carter, on the other hand, used mysterious and mysterious techniques to hide from everyone's perception, and openly blended in among everyone, openly listening to the conversations between the survivors and the police and military.
He learned from the conversation between the two parties that the cargo ship was called the "Alert" and sailed from the Port of Valparaiso in South America.
As for the steam clipper that lost power, it was named "Alert".
During the voyage, the "Alert" encountered a strong storm, which caused the ship to seriously deviate from the channel.
And at the azimuth point of 34 degrees 21 minutes south latitude and 152 degrees 17 minutes west longitude, the steam clipper "Alert" was found in an almost abandoned state.
Out of humanitarian thoughts, the crew of the "Alert" boarded the abandoned ship, and then found a survivor in a corner of the ship who was suffering from delirium and almost crazy due to unknown reasons, as well as a
A rotting corpse.
It is also worth mentioning that the only survivor on the clipper was holding a horrifying stone statue the whole time.
No one at the site, including experts from the University of Sydney, could identify which cultural lineage the statue belonged to.
I know Randolph Carter.
This thing probably comes from the legendary underwater magic city R'lyeh.
However, it may also be a replica of the original product or an imitation.
Randolph's evidence is that its "stinky smell" is relatively light, so light that it can only damage the brains and souls of three-digit humans at most.
Therefore, the minds and consciousness of the crew members of the "Alert" who were closest to the stone sculptures, and even the Sydney police, military, and university personnel at the scene, must have been harmed.
And as time goes by, this kind of harm will become more and more severe, until everyone becomes crazy.
Therefore, without further delay, Randolph immediately took out a small ceramic flute from his pocket and began to play lullaby among the crowd.
Buzz buzz——
Under this ultrasonic music whose frequency far exceeds the limit of normal human perception, all human beings within a radius of hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters move slower and slower, and finally freeze in place, without any reaction to the outside world.
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Randolph, on the other hand, slowly walked up to the survivor of the "Alert", took out the dangerous statue from his arms, and stuffed it into the sack left by Troy.
Before putting it in, Randolph took a special glance.
It was discovered that the shape of this statue resembles a chimera of a squid and a dragon.
The wings on its back are covered with dense rough scales, and its entire bloated body is crouched on a base engraved with unknown hieroglyphs.
The overall feeling is that it is ancient and mysterious, and at the same time there is a hint of evil.
It is also worth mentioning that perhaps it is because the nature of Troy is too majestic.
Therefore, the space capacity of the ordinary sack that had passed through his hands turned out to be extremely huge, so huge that Randolph was unable to measure the specific data so far.
In short, after "containing" the unknown statue, Randolph used the truth-telling secret method and began to conduct forced questioning on the survivors of the steam clipper:
"What's your name? Where are you from? What do you do? Where are the other people on the ship? What happened to you?"
The survivor's eyes were dull, and he replied blankly: "My name is Gustasser Johansen..."
In his stuttering description, Randolph learned.
This man was from Norway, a veteran of World War I, and served as the second mate on a brig named Emma, with a total of eleven crew members on board.
That's right, this Gustasser is not a crew member on the "Alert" at all.
So what about the people on the original "Alert"? Where have they gone?
Confused, Randolph continued to ask.
So, Gustasser began to tell more information one by one.
In his description, the "Emma" encountered a huge storm like the "Alert" after going to sea, and then also experienced a serious channel deviation.
And after that, the "Emma" encountered the "Alert" in the waters at the azimuth point of 49 degrees 51 minutes south latitude and 128 degrees 34 minutes west longitude.
What is quite strange is that the people driving the "Alert" steam clipper at that time were actually a group of extremely ugly brown and black Pacific indigenous people.
At that time, after discovering the Emma, these natives arbitrarily asked Gustasser and others to return quickly.
Of course the captain of the Emma ignored them.
So without any warning, these natives used the volley of guns on the steam clipper to launch a surprise attack on the Emma.
The Emma was not a military armed ship, so it began to sink slowly after being continuously hit by artillery on the hull.
As a last resort, the crew of the Emma drove the ship into the Alert.
After the collision, he boarded the deck of the Alert with great courage and fought with the indigenous people of unknown origin.
Due to reasons such as physical fitness, weapons and equipment, and the gap in numbers, the crew of the Emma only paid the price of a few deaths and annihilated this group of vicious natives.
But coincidentally, the captain and first mate happened to be among the victims.
Therefore, according to the rank order, Gustasser naturally became the leader of the remaining crew members, leading them to leave the sea and return to land.
But during this period, an accident... happened.
The day after abandoning the Emma and sailing on the Alert, Gustasser and the others discovered a strange island.
Due to insufficient supplies on the ship, they had to land on the island that did not exist on the chart.
Subsequently, six crew members died on the island.
But the strange thing is that Gustasser has no memory of their specific death process, or even the reason why they died.
He only remembered that he and the only remaining crew member escaped back to the Alert and drove it towards the depths of the ocean.
Gustasser has no memory of what happened after that.
He also knew nothing about why the remaining crew member died and where the statue in his arms came from.
And Randolph Carter, after discovering that the survivor could not tell anything else useful, turned around and left here without hesitation.
The hypnotized people were left standing there in silence.
While walking in a hurry, Randolph did not stop thinking:
"Did the unknown group of indigenous people attack the Emma to prevent them from discovering and landing on the island?
So what secrets does the island where six Emma crew members lost their lives hide?
Is there some gateway to R'lyeh on that island?"
With all kinds of questions, Randolph traveled by car and boat all the way to New Zealand.
Just ten days later, he arrived at the port of Dunedin, New Zealand, where he began a long investigation.
Whether it was the drunkards in the pub, the gangsters around the dock, or the gangsters in the alleys, they all became the targets of Randolph's investigation.
In order to save time and improve efficiency, he didn't waste any time getting close to these people.
Except for some women, children, and gentlemen and elderly people, Randolph will use a large amount of truth-telling drugs or ancient forbidden arts to extract information from everyone else.
As for whether this would cause any kind of damage to their brains, he didn't care at all.
Randolph, who had experienced all kinds of bloody killings in the First World War, did not have many hypocritical thoughts at all.
He believes that in order to maintain the peace of the world and the survival of mankind, it is very natural for groups like ruffians to "dedicate" themselves a little.
In short, after investigating and obtaining enough intelligence information, Randolph Carter rushed to the Australian outback again non-stop.
There may be intelligence information about the original crew of the Alert—the unknown indigenous people.
…
Woo~~~~
The train station was crowded with people and filled with smoke.
On a train heading to a town on the edge of the Victoria Desert in the interior of Australia, in Car No. 6, Randolph Carter leaned on his seat and looked out the window quietly with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Half a quarter of an hour later, with a long whistle and thick smoke, the train he was riding slowly started to move.
Kuang-dang-kuang-dang-kuang-dang-kuang-dang-
The carriage shook slightly, and the scenery outside the window was constantly changing.
But Randolph, who had been looking out the window, actually didn't pay much attention to the scenery at all.
What he really thinks about is his own changes over the years.
To be precise, it is a subtle change that occurs within the body.
Over the years, with the continuous use of the three magical instruments given by Troy.
Randolph gradually discovered that his body began to become more and more inhuman.
The first is age.
Born in 1875, he is now fifty years old.
But Randolph looked like he was only about thirty years old.
At the same time, he himself did not feel any signs of aging at all.
On the contrary, Randolph's energy was terrifying.
Today, he can go without sleep, food, water or breathing for a month without feeling any discomfort.
If he eats and drinks freely, Randolph can eat hundreds of pounds of grilled steaks and drink hundreds of pounds of red wine in a short period of time without any abnormality in his stomach or weight, just like his body.
It's like a black hole has grown out of it.
Moreover, Randolph's mental perception, spiritual energy, physical self-healing, and pure physical strength also underwent various drastic changes that were visible to the naked eye.
This may be an evolution, or it may be a mutation.
In short, Randolph, who carries those three instruments day and night, is faintly transforming into a truly superior race.
As for what kind of life it will transform into, he himself doesn't know.
Anyway, due to these changes, Randolph has now mastered countless forbidden arts and secret powers from ancient times, aliens and even other worlds, which are even more profound and even terrifying.
Bang-dang, bang-dang--
Suddenly, Randolph's eyes narrowed and he turned his gaze forward.
To be precise, he looked towards the first three carriages.
Under the strong spiritual vision, the strong malice that suddenly appeared in the three carriages was as clear as a torch.
"One, two, three...six people, what do these people want to do? They are so malicious."
Randolph frowned and whispered, "I have an...unknown premonition."
After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to wait and see if there were any changes, then adapt accordingly.
In Car No. 5, two young men with facial features similar to those of Europeans, but with significantly darker complexions, were caressing the black leather suitcase on their knees with an indifferent expression.
They didn't eat, drink or talk, they just sat quietly like stone sculptures.
For these two bad guys, other passengers in the carriage just cast a few surprised looks and ignored them.
Only an old white-haired woman who was closer was looking at them from time to time out of curiosity.
After two hours of this, when the sun set and the moon rose, these two young men who seemed to be of mixed race began to make moves.
They slowly lowered their heads and began to pray in low voices with a hint of fanaticism.
At the same time, in the No. 4 and No. 3 compartments adjacent to the No. 5 compartment, four mixed-race young men also began to pray quietly.
Because the language was unfamiliar and obscure, no one could understand what they were mumbling.
It wasn't until another half hour passed that the six mixed-race young men sitting in three carriages slowly opened the black leather box at the same time.
At this moment, invisible waves suddenly appeared in the three carriages.
Under this wave of fluctuations, all the passengers in the three carriages suddenly froze and became extremely indifferent.
For a moment, all the carriages became extremely quiet, so quiet that it was eerie.
As for the six mixed-race young men, they were also frozen in place and motionless.
Then, with a slight squeaking sound, hundreds of brown-black spider legs with thumb-thick joints crawled out of the pockets, collars, cuffs, and trousers of these stiff mixed-race youths.
And even more horrifyingly, it wrapped these young people in layers, just like dragging dry rubber figures that had lost their air filling, and suddenly tied up their entire bodies and dragged them into their respective clothes.
So in the blink of an eye, these six young men disappeared from their original positions, leaving only piles of clothes and black leather boxes.
After a while, Randolph Carter calmly came over from Car No. 6, and put away the six piles of clothes and black suitcases in each car in full view of everyone.
In a deflated numb pocket.
It wasn't until he finished these things and returned to Car No. 6 that all the 'frozen' passengers in Car Nos. 3, 4, and 5 returned to normal.
No one found out about the six mixed-race youths...
