I'm in Cthulhu

It has been drizzling in the area near this large base in Germany in the past few days. Today, although there are still invisible gray clouds overhead, according to meteorological analysis, no more raindrops will fall.

After the rain, this bad cloudy day with dim sunshine makes people feel quite gloomy and depressing. At the same time, it also casts a thick layer of haze in the heart of the "professor" who is about to conduct anatomy research on silence.

The unfortunate Silence was caught in a dilapidated rental house in Los Angeles. When military personnel, professors and several scholars broke in, the Silence was tapping the knife in his hand, which he borrowed. He robbed from the bank based on his own ability.

Surrounded by everyone, Shen Jing immediately wanted to rely on his incredible ability to escape, but with the help of the professor, the military quickly captured him alive and quickly sent him to a scientific research base in New York to prepare for detailed research.

In the past two days, the professor and several scholar assistants have completed all the various external manifestations and blood studies of Silence. The experimental results have made everyone extremely confused. If the known weird abilities of Silence are excluded, its performance is completely consistent with that of ordinary humans.

Direct research into the paranormal should be thrilling and tinged with a sense of awe and fear.

But at this moment, in the dim sunlight, the professor, who was walking slowly towards the laboratory, only had extreme doubts and fear in his heart, and he felt a bone-chilling chill in this damn weather.

The professor's subconscious forced himself to think that these were just coincidences, and maybe there was something wrong with the experimental data... But in the end, he did not accept this explanation so naively, and did not make some crazy and terrifying associations. The professor's sound mind is still unable to clearly formulate those thoughts.

Before walking into the laboratory door, the professor looked through the only window in the white corridor and once again looked at the gray clouds above his head that were full of ominous and sinister atmosphere.

He exhaled heavily, looked away, calmed down, opened the door and entered the pure white laboratory filled with the smell of disinfectant, and looked at the silent corpse lying on the test table with complicated emotions.

Previous experiments had several scholars as his assistants, but today, the professor deliberately prevented these enthusiastic young people from coming to watch the anatomy process. Without saying the reason, he almost roared and drove them away.

This is really something that shouldn't happen, but the professor can't care about maintaining his usual gentle and elegant image. For the past two days, he has been living in fear and a strange excitement. The unknown face will be revealed by his own hands, and the mysterious ancient creature will Being thoroughly dissected.

After many steps of preparation, the professor put on white gloves, picked up the scalpel that shone coldly under the cold light of the laboratory, and looked at the strange and twisted head of Silence.

Staring at this creepy and disgusting face, the professor suddenly felt a crazy, meaningful malice. The weird oppressive feeling created by this strange malice made him want to vomit.

The professor trembled and wanted to hold the scalpel in his hand tightly. He had a slight thought of flinching from this strange feeling. His heart began to beat crazily and cold sweat broke out on his forehead... The professor was enveloped in a terrifying atmosphere deliberately created by his subconscious. lived, and began to feel fear and disgust at the countless unknowns hidden under the silent corpse.

This emotional storm that swept over like a tidal wave would definitely drive any mentally sensitive or psychologically fragile person crazy, but the professor only sank in for a while, and then took hold of the scalpel that was starting to become warm again and came to In front of the experimental table, he looked at the abominable corpse above that constantly exuded an evil and ominous aura.

For the sake of all admirable human beings, he could not remain silent, even if doing so would bring him face to face with the most terrifying and indescribable things.

The professor stretched out his left hand wearing a white glove, and just as he was about to touch the distorted face of Silence, a courage that was so violent that it seemed crazy suddenly burst out in his heart, shattering all the fear like a blowout. , the professor's eyes became frighteningly fanatical, accompanied by a sense of viciousness and pride, restlessness and excitement.

These strange emotions drove him to quickly move the scalpel to the right position and accurately make a perfect incision on Silent's face.

The professor didn't know why he had to operate the knife on He Jing's face in the first place. Maybe it was because he was carried away by the emotion, maybe because the abominable appearance disgusted him so much, or maybe it was because of some unknown and trivial reason. factors...but when that wound appeared, everything happened irreversibly.

The professor felt dizzy, and it seemed as if ten thousand bees were buzzing and flying around his ears. This violent tinnitus made him extremely nauseous, but he still held it back and sat on a chair next to him. Down.

The professor smelled a smell, which was a strong and pungent smell of sulfur. It was so strong that the professor could even taste the smell with his tongue. This anti-human and disgusting smell from hell finally made him retch.

After trying his best to calm down, the professor sat up. The smell was blocked by the thick special mask. With a sense of disgust and strange excitement, he came to the experimental table again and looked at the wound with great uneasiness.

The light in the laboratory was not strong, and the opening was not very large, so the professor could only see black shadows from it.

No blood came out.

For some reason, this phenomenon made the professor feel extremely happy, and the haze in his heart even dissipated a lot. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and with great excitement and expectation, as well as little remaining uneasiness, he picked up the The cold scalpel expanded the size of the wound.

The face of Bob Morris appeared in the professor's bloodshot eyes. He was a young, white man with brown hair.

Through the hood that exuded a strange smell, the professor could clearly see the freckles on the young man's face, as well as the human face.

The best way to break doubts is the naked fact. The professor's body was shaking. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and fell on the cold laboratory floor. An unstoppable impulse surged into his heart. After the silence, , he exclaimed and held his head, feeling extremely aggrieved and helpless.

The professor felt that everything around him seemed incomparably huge and heavy, and a series of elusive emotions, memories and impressions formed a confusing and desperate chaos that swallowed up his remaining sanity.

The professor twisted his figure under the pure white cold light of the laboratory, immersed in this kind of grief, extreme confusion, and the fear that seemed to have captured his soul. He looked at the silent void permanently engraved on his pupils with lasers. Shadow finally used his strength and stood up.