Cthulhu

"What do you mean there's Eugene in it?" Jonson was a little excited and grabbed Al directly.

Al slapped his hand away and said speechlessly: "Don't get excited, Eugene is not dead."

After that, he told the characteristics of the Yi people.

But how could Jonson look at his son with only one head and not be excited?

And it’s still a skinned head.

"Is there any way to help him recover?" Jonson's deep voice sounded.

Al shrugged, "I can't help it, but I know someone who can."

"Who"

"The man pretending to be Eugene must have something up his sleeve."

Jonson was silent and said no more.

Ask the enemy for help

is this possible

Jonson was silent for a long time, his eyes slowly turned red, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot.

Raising his head, Jonson's eyes were scarlet, like an evil ghost coming out of hell.

Stare at the brain floating in the tank.

It's like I want to memorize every trace of this brain.

"Eugene, you know why I have to go to Midtown High School and stay away from Hell's Kitchen. I just want you to be killed by an inexplicable black gun one day.

I originally thought that as long as I kept you away from all this, you could spend your life in peace.

But I didn't expect that you would still take this step, and I will take revenge. "

Jonson kept talking to the jar, and in the end he didn't know what he was talking about.

As if saying his last remembrances to a tombstone, Jonson gradually fell silent.

The ferocity in his eyes exploded. He raised his pistol and was about to shoot at the tank, directly shattering the brain inside.

Al felt something was wrong when he heard Jonson talking to himself next to him, but he didn't expect that this guy was so cruel that he could even kill his own son.

Looking at the posture, it was obvious that he had no hope of saving his son and was preparing to kill him directly for revenge.

Al quickly raised his hand to stop him.

Jonson looked at Al with cold eyes and said, "Eugene is hopeless. Instead of expecting mercy from the enemy, it is better to wave his bloody fist and smash that face severely."

Al held Jonson's arm and began to yell: "You damn ghost, who cares about Eugene's life or death? This is bulletproof glass, you can't penetrate it.

The cylindrical glass warehouse is full of ricochet bullets when hit. I don't want to be shot inexplicably. "

bullet-proof glass

ricochet

Jonson was instantly interrupted by Al's thoughts. He was sadly planning to kill his helpless son to take revenge, but you told me that this was bulletproof glass.

After being interrupted, Jonson lost the courage to shoot again. He put down the gun with some dejection, walked to a corner and squatted down silently.

He took out a cigarette and started smoking silently.

Even Matt didn't expect that this moody gangster actually had such a side.

"Let's go, there's always a way."

Al was not in the mood to joke at the moment, so he called the two of them and walked out of the basement.

Everyone came to the ground, and the exit from the basement was a large farm-like house.

Abandoned manger, hook fence without cow dung, this is an abandoned breeding farm.

The three of them searched, but found nothing. The house was just a cover to cover the underground laboratory.

The three of them walked outside the house. In the empty wilderness there was only the big house on the farm behind them.

The house is surrounded by a vast expanse of wilderness.

The breeze blows, rolling up the wheat waves of wild grass, which is very healing.

"where is this"

The three of them were a little confused, not knowing where they were teleported.

"What should we do?" Jonson and Matt both looked at Al at the same time.

There was no transportation around. If they only walked on two legs, they didn't know when they would be able to get out of this wilderness.

Al carefully felt the surrounding temperature. It was about five or six degrees cooler than New York.

In addition to weather factors, increases in latitude and altitude will also cause a drop in temperature.

But no matter what the reason was, it reminded him that this place was far, far away from New York.

Al vaguely guessed what the fake Eugene meant, and stalled for time.

Sacrifices take time, and teleporting them to far away places is undoubtedly a good way to delay time.

The open wilderness makes it difficult for you to get out, and the laboratory below is like a treasure, tempting people to stay.

But probably no one thought that Al could reconstruct a laboratory directly in his mind, without any nostalgia for these experimental instruments underground.

However, the problem of no transportation is once again faced by everyone. If you want to return to New York, you can't rely on only two legs.

"Jonson, you smoke, do you have a lighter?" Al suddenly asked.

Jonson was a little confused, so he took out a box of cigarettes, took out the lighter from the box, and handed it to Al.

He didn't know what Al was going to do.

Al smiled, without being polite, and directly ordered the two of them, "Clean a fire circle around the house, I'm going to set it on fire."

Matt frowned and said, "What do you mean by setting fire? Why do you want to burn this place down."

What does not being able to go to New York have to do with setting fires?

"No one saw it until the fire was set. When the fire is big, a helicopter will come over to check. When the helicopter comes, we can leave."

The two of them were stunned. They didn't expect Al to act in such a coquettish way.

Ordinary people think in a straight line and solve whatever problem they encounter. However, Al, the top student, thinks in a completely different way. When encountering a problem, he first looks for a solution to the problem.

If it really doesn't work and the problem cannot be solved, then go and solve the problem with the person who raised the problem.

Jonson was anxious to go back to find the fake Eugene, and Matt was also learning about the sacrifice and the coming of the evil god, and wanted to go back immediately to help those in need. He was not pedantic and refused to let Al set the fire.

Soon, the isolation circle was established, and Elton immediately threw out the lighter in his hand and ignited the surrounding wheat fields.

Suddenly, a red light appeared in the empty wilderness, and a fire burst into flames.

There was still a lot of moisture in the green grass, and billowing black smoke floated into the sky, clearly visible within a hundred miles.

The fire burned bigger and bigger and soon formed a wildfire, alerting the Forestry Bureau personnel.

Riley Aubrey is a helicopter pilot with the Forestry Service. As soon as the wildfire was discovered, he was ordered to come over to check the situation.

Thick wildfires caused black smoke and dust to fill the sky, making the aerial view poor.

Aubrey searched bit by bit, looking for the fire.

In this dusty sky, Aubrey looked at the ground. In the center of a circle of charred land, a farm stood very conspicuously.

The area around the farm was already scorched, with only a circle surrounding the farm untouched.

Aubrey quickly recognized that someone had set up a fire ring here.

He looked carefully and saw three people standing in front of the house.

There are still houses that can survive in the middle of wildfires.

And it seemed that none of them were harmed.

"Here, here" shouts rang in his ears, and three people were asking him for help.

Aubrey didn't care. He was just a prospector from the Forestry Service, not a rescue worker.

go down

He didn't even think about giving the report to the rescue team and letting the rescue team come.

It doesn't matter whether they live or die, if the fire comes over, there won't even be bodies left.

The three Als who had been waiting on the ground for three or four hours looked at the helicopter in mid-air.

It circled above their heads and obviously had no intention of coming down. Instead, it rose higher and higher.

"It seems like this guy isn't ready to come down anymore. If you don't mind if I use some tricks, you two." Al said with a smile.

Jonson naturally said nothing, and Matt was also a little silent at the moment. With his extremely keen senses, he naturally discovered the small movements of the helicopter pilot.

Seeing the silence between the two of them, Al chanted in a low voice and summoned the huge black shadow again.

Al, who was humming softly, was in sharp contrast to the strong fire around him. The firelight shone on Al's face, making it red, but it looked strange at the moment.

The black shadow crossed the boundary of space and suddenly appeared behind Aubrey.

A pair of big black hands gently placed on Aubrey's shoulders. Rather than acting as a human shield to resist the hound's attacks, it was his instinct to play with and control him.

Boundless gibbering broke out in Aubrey's ears, swallowing up Aubrey's sanity in an instant, and malicious whispers sounded in Aubrey's ears.

"landing."

Aubrey was like a puppet on strings, her arms made stiff movements, and the helicopter slowly lowered.

"Starry sky...taboo...knowledge..."

Aubrey was obviously very mentally affected.

Normal speech ability was lost, and incoherent gibbering kept popping out of his mouth.

Al secretly sighed, he didn't expect the huge black shadow to be so powerful.

The three of them filed in. Al laughed and said, "Let's go back to New York."

After having transportation, everyone's speed suddenly became extremely fast. After refueling midway, they finally made it back to New York early the next morning.

In the dim light of morning, the helicopter landed on the outskirts of New York.

The three people stepped out of the helicopter, and Al waved his hand to disperse the shadow.

A slightly stunned Aubrey was left alone.

When parting, Matt said: "What will happen to this person in the future?"

"What else could he do? From now on, crazy ravings will continue to fill his brain and impact his sanity.

If he can resist it, he might have some luck. If he can't resist it, he'll be crazy. "Al casually said the possible future situation.

Matt was horrified. Such a strange ability and such a lack of regard for human life gave him a new understanding of Al again.

Although he is not that pedantic and thinks that he is the savior and can save everyone.

But he would not agree with Al's unscrupulous approach to achieve his goals.

Just as the three of them were about to leave, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Horace, wearing black trousers and a peaked cap, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

He bowed slightly and saluted Jonson.

Said: "Boss, it's really difficult for me to leave without saying goodbye."

A smile appeared on Horace's lips, like a kind reminder in the afternoon.

It's just that the Horace in front of him has bone spurs on his back, his arms have been replaced by sharp claws, and two long, tentacle-like tentacles grow from his chin.

Weird and dangerous

Horace glanced at the helicopter pilot behind them and said, "Boss, no one can know what I am like."

"Things that have risen, things that have sunk, things in the abyss that are sleeping in dreams, listen to my call and wake up in the world, ghouls."

There was a tremor in Horace's frantic voice.

A thin black mist appeared, and a very fast black shadow quickly emerged from the black mist.

Before everyone could see the shadow's face clearly, the shadow had already arrived at the helicopter, staring at Aubrey with scarlet eyes and greedy saliva flowing from his mouth.

A pair of sharp claws grabbed the crazy Aubrey, and split Aubrey into two pieces with one claw.

Only then did the three of them see the monster's appearance clearly.

The body was covered in rotten odor, dirty blood and fresh blood accumulated on the body, and the blood-red muscles were exposed like silk threads. It was a clawed monster that could not tell where the head was.

The weird look makes people feel sick just looking at it.

Two sharp claws grabbed the separated corpse and stuffed it into the body. The sound of chewing and crushing bones resounded in the suburbs, which was extremely penetrating.

Within a moment, the ghoul grew a little, staring at the three of them with scarlet eyes, and it was still licking the clothes stained with Aubrey's blood in its claws.