Bang bang, bang bang, books were scattered on the floor, and the bookshelves were empty.
Gu Jun saw the back of the bookshelf at this time, which should have been a wall, but what he saw seemed to be another space, twisted, sticky, weird, with different substances, only some of which could be understood. Just as he was in a daze
When I moved, I heard a startled voice: "What are you doing?"
In an instant, everything was corrected again.
Gu Jun was already standing next to the bookshelf again, and the books that had been scattered on the floor were back on the shelf.
"Dr. Armitage." Hannah disapproved of Gu Jun's behavior and was looking at a figure walking quickly not far away.
That is the director of this library, Dr. George Armitage. He has a Ph.D. in history from Miskatonic University, a Ph.D. in literature from Cambridge University, and a Ph.D. in linguistics from Princeton University. That Zhang is always calm.
His peaceful face now looked a little panicked, and his steps were quite messy.
Gu Jun looked at this old gentleman. His hair was half white, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"Jim." Dr. Armitage knew Jim Mazelvich, "Don't do that casually again."
"Doctor, have you read "The King in Yellow"?" Gu Jun asked, "You are crazy and you are awake."
Dr. Armitage sighed, "Come with me."
Gu Jun and Hannah followed, and Dr. Armitage headed towards the stairs on the third floor. The students around him were still studying quietly.
Although these people would not hear it, and even if they heard it, they would have no impression due to the subsequent corrections, Dr. Armitage still remained quiet, did not speak along the way, and walked very lightly, allowing the two to obey.
Order. Not long after, they arrived at the third floor of the library, but no corrections occurred.
Gu Jun and Hannah have already tried it before. If the location and situation they are in are different from the script, they will be corrected.
However, the lines they spoke could be said by themselves and remembered.
Now, apparently the scene was them following Dr. Armitage to the third floor of the library to talk.
As long as you don't break away from this situation, it won't be corrected.
After arriving on the third floor, the surroundings were even quieter. There were very few students on this floor. Dr. Armitage took the two of them to his curator's office. The place was antique, with furniture, utensils and decorations all in the style of the old era.
, if it weren’t for air conditioners, computers and other things, it would be okay to say this was the 19th century.
The doctor poured a cup of tea for each of them and a cup for himself.
"Jem, Hannah, I don't know if I'm real or a projection or what."
Dr. Armitage slowly took a sip from the tea cup, "Before this, I always thought that some past events were just legends."
"Doctor, since you understand the situation," Gu Jun said, "Can you let me read the book "The King in Yellow"? I may be able to find some clues."
"Don't worry, I don't think "The King in Yellow" is the key." Dr. Armitage said, "A few days ago, I didn't notice it at all. But now when I think about some specific things about myself, they are only vague.
and blank space. I do understand that this is another dimension, another space, and we are characters in the play, governed by greater forces. But I still remember one thing, and all things in dimensions and spaces are related to it.
.”
Gu Jun listened patiently and judged the authenticity of the doctor's words.
Hannah, who was next to him, was much more patient than him and seemed to have tasted the tea.
"My grandfather, Henry Armitage." The doctor continued, the wrinkles on his forehead deeply wrinkled. "At that time, he was not the curator, but an administrator. It was hundreds of years ago. One day
, a strange young man came to the library, wearing rags, very tall, with a goat-like face, from the nearby town of Dunwich, named Wilbur Whateley."
The doctor spoke calmly, but there was a hint of anxiety about the strangeness in his tone.
"Wilbur Whateley came with an ancient book, the Necronomicon written by the mad Arab Abdullah Alhassad. Wilbur said it was passed down to him by his grandfather.
It is an English translation, and the purpose of his arrival is to borrow the Latin translation of the Necronomicon from the transcription library, and then compare the contents to find a missing paragraph on one page of his translation."
Gu Jun's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, "Necronomicon"?
He first heard about this book from Xue Ba, and the evil believers of the Laisheng Society even used a sentence in it to confuse them.
In the world of Tianji, the "Necronomicon" is also an ancient book and was written by an Arab madman, but it is just an ancient legend and no one has ever really found it.
Only some scattered sentences claiming to be the content of the book have been circulated in the world.
Later, after gaining permission, Gu Jun read all those sentences through the Tianji Bureau's database. There was no dark power in them. There were proverbs, weird crazy words, and some partial prayers of unknown rituals. But later the curse
I've tried all the research but it doesn't work.
Now, Gu Jun suddenly heard that the "Necronomicon" had multiple translations. It turned out to be in the world of Massachusetts...
Dr. Armitage also said that his grandfather did not allow him to take away the "Necronomicon" out of concerns about Wilbur Whateley's strange behavior. However, Wilbur later went to Cambridge University in England to study.
The museum accomplished its purpose.
Although there are many translations of the "Necronomicon" in the world, there is no original Arabic version.
Whether it is the University of Michigan or Cambridge, I don’t know which manuscript it is. In the process of copying this kind of manuscript, some contents will be lost, and some contents will be artificially hidden and deleted by the author.
It is precisely because of this that the young man named Wilbur Whateley would borrow different editions from everywhere to complete the one he had.
"My grandfather didn't know the true origin of Wilbur Whateley at that time." Dr. Armitage's voice was deeper, "But he saw the content of the page that Wilbur copied and knew about the other person.
I want to perform a certain ritual and come into contact with a power, and that power may drag the entire world into the abyss."
"I also heard what my father said. Later, some terrible things happened."
The old doctor paused for a moment and took a sip of tea, but his voice still became hoarse:
"Wilbur Whateley turned into a half-human thing, or that was his true face. He tried to steal the Necronomicon from this library, but ended up dying here.
He left a pile of stinking filthy flesh and blood. However, he also had a twin brother who was more of a monster than he was, wandering around Dunwich, killing and destroying, preparing to perform the ritual that their brother had prepared for a long time.
My grandfather and two other University of Michigan professors finally stopped the ceremony and ended the lives of the Wilbur brothers. But they also saw things that ordinary people could not see... My grandfather was almost crazy forever. Fortunately, he could
He recovered his sanity and spent his whole life studying and stopping that power..."
Speaking of this, Dr. Armitage's expression seemed a little bitter. I don't know whether it was because the tea was too bitter or because of other moods.
After hearing this, Gu Jun's mind was churning, "Doctor, what is the direct relationship between this incident and our current situation?"
"That power!" The old doctor suddenly raised his voice, and his old eyes opened wider, "The power that Wilbur Whateley tried to contact was also their brother's father, which can break any time and space.
Dilemma.”
Father? Gu Jun was suddenly startled, "You mean, the Vitelli brothers are a combination of human beings and dark forces?" Hannah's expression next to her also changed.
This was the first time he had heard of this kind of thing. He only knew that there were other races or humans transforming into ghouls and deep divers.
Because there is always reproductive isolation.
"Half-man and half-god." The old doctor said with a stern face, "The Vitelli brothers have not fully grown up yet and are still very young, so my grandfather and the others can win."
At this time, the doctor pulled out a drawer of the desk and rummaged through to find a page of paper, which was filled with dense text.
The old doctor handed this page to Gu Jun. He took it and saw that it was bilingual, in English and Latin. The old doctor's eyes became more and more strange, and he said: "This is the page that Wilbur Whately was looking for.
The pages were dug out from the "Necronomicon" based on the information left by my grandfather."
So, the Necronomicon is not a blank book in this library.
Gu Jun frowned and looked at the piece of paper in his hand, as if he was reading Chinese. The more he looked at it, the more confused he became, and he tightened his grip:
[We cannot think that human beings are the oldest and final masters of the earth, nor can we think that ordinary life and matter will walk alone in the world.
The Old Ones were in the past, the Old Ones are here now, and the Old Ones will be in the future. The Old Ones are not in the space we know, but between spaces. The Old Ones walk silently
At the beginning of time, it is not bound by dimensions and cannot be seen by us.
Yog-Sothoth knows the Gate. Yog-Sothoth is the Gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guard of the Gate. Past, present, and future are all one in Yog-Sothoth.
He knows where the Old Ones have broken in, and he knows where they will break in again. He knows where the Old Ones have trampled on the earth, knows where they will trample again, and knows why they will trample.
No one can see them.
Through their smell, people can sometimes know that they are approaching, but people cannot see their images. They can only get a glimpse of them from the appearance of the children they give birth to. And these children are of many types, ranging from the most realistic fantasies of humans to those with them.
They are equally intangible and insubstantial, and are all different from each other. They only pass through the remote places of spoken words and called rituals at specific seasons, leaving no trace and leaving behind corruption.
The wind carries their voices, and the earth whispers their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, but neither the forest nor the city sees the hand that causes harm. Kadath knows them in the cold ruins, but who knows Kadath
What? The Antarctic ice sheets and islands sunk in the ocean have stone pillars engraved with their seals, but who has seen the frozen cities and sealed towers covered with seaweed and barnacles? The great Cthulhu is their cousin, but it
I have only vaguely glimpsed their figures.
i! Shub-Nicholas! You are the filth and should know them. Their hands are around your throat and you still cannot see them. Their home is at your locked door. Yog-Sothoth
It is the key to the gate, which exists where the worlds of the earth meet. They once ruled the land that humans ruled, and they will rule again the land that humans now rule.
After summer comes winter, and after winter comes summer. They wait patiently, because they will eventually dominate this place again.]