my cthulhu game

Chapter 205 Arkham welcomes guests

Hot summer.

Arkham, this historic town still maintains its "eternal" "peace".

Last year, a wealthy foreign businessman bought the nearly bankrupt Arkham Gazette and the Arkham Advertiser.Their employees are only one-tenth of their heyday, but they survived.

Many unrepentant old men see the foreign invasion as a "catastrophe" and upheaval, but many more understand that Arkham has at least held onto the own tradition.

Today, Arkham people can still make a cup of steaming coffee every morning, and then spread out the ink-smelling newspaper to read today's news as they did 100 years ago.

Like many old towns, Arkham's economy has fallen into decline in the 21st century.The third wave of technological change almost became the gravedigger of this town-some people think that if it is not for the concerted efforts of teachers and students at Miskatonic University, Arkham Town will become history.

Regardless, Arkham persevered.Looking out of the windows of the Misto Carnitoke residential area, people can still see the mansard roof that reveals the New England style-not the old buildings hundreds of years ago, but the contemporary people deliberately imitating the ancients product of.

Like other towns, Arkham's main street is already dotted with cameras.Once upon a time, there were many weird legends circulating in Arkham Town, but now, those mysterious rumors have been swept into the pile of old papers of history together with the old people who are gradually passing away.

Nonsensical stories posted on the anonymous version of the Internet, ghost stories circulated among timid girls in the university town, and crazy words of the demented old professor in the nursing home...

In the eyes of part of the younger generation of the information age, the ancient legends of Arkham Town are just such a thing.It is hard to imagine that the parents really believed that the witch who escaped from Salem Prison in the [-]th century secretly held a mysterious ghost worship ceremony in Arkham Town...

Please.This is just an excuse for parents to scare their children and prevent them from sneaking out to play.

Take a look at the new lunatic asylum with clean windows—well, it’s the “St. Mary’s Psychiatric Center”, people just habitually call it the lunatic asylum—after fully introducing advanced and humane treatments, the recovery rate of patients has increased significantly.The dean is a kind oriental man, well-known among the local residents.

In addition, businessmen from all over the world invested in Arkham regardless of returns, creating many job opportunities for ordinary townspeople who were unable to enter the university to work.

The first was Mr. Albert Shaney, who had saved Arkham's two traditional newspapers.Everyone who sees him for the first time will be intimidated by his fat body.Look at his swollen belly, thick legs and feet!The jacket, trousers and shoes are all specially made, and the clothes of normal size can't accommodate his fat body at all.

Anyway, he's a rich guy, and that's enough.Two terriers barked wildly at him during his visit to Miskani Tok, but Mr. Shaney didn't take this little displeasure to heart.

Then Mr. Pickman's son, Richard Pickman Jr., the painter, also returned to his hometown.Many people were surprised by this because little Pickman looks exactly like his father.

At the end of the 18th century, the town of Arkham experienced a difficult period. The ancestors of the Pickman family helped the town develop a strong export trade (Arkham is not close to the sea, but the river boats travel very fast along the Miskani Tok River) , preserved the town.To this day, there is a street in the town called "Pickman Avenue" to commemorate the meritorious service of the Pickman family.

The first thing Mr. Pickman did when he came back was to open a pawn shop along Pickman Avenue, and bought antiques and books from local Arkham families at high prices. His generosity helped many Arkham families who were dragged down by debt We're through.

Think about it carefully-Mr. Pickman is willing to pay a high price for some old gadgets of unknown use from the old people's belongings in the family.He was almost like an angel.

Now, with lightning speed, Mr. Pickman has successively opened galleries around Arkham (collecting many old Richard Pickman's works), orthopedic treatment center (many patients come from all over the United States) came to seek medical treatment) and a sanatorium for university professors.Recently, he is planning to set up an auction house specializing in selling antiques and books. The store is as good as the largest auction house in Boston.

Mr. Albert Shani and Miss Stephana of the "Chaos Matter" Group are very interested in this new project.

If Mr. Pickman has any faults, it is that his English accent is very strange, and sometimes it will stop suddenly and make strange "grunting" noises, which makes people wonder where he grew up.

Take the words of an ordinary clerk in Arkham Town who did not want to be named—with so many kind-hearted and generous citizens helping, Arkham, this ancient town with simple folk customs and strong academic style, its The future is destined to be bright.

……

On Pickman Street.Pickman's Pawn Shop.

Elizabeth Miller, an idle clerk, is dreaming.

This was unmistakably Arkham, her hometown.But it's clearly not 21st century Arkham, or even 20th century.

The north side of the Miskatonic River was still deserted; on the south side of the river, through the meadows, she could see the rough log buildings to the south.The hooded boatman drove the ferry back and forth, and the air was filled with the strange sound of the flute, but the player could not be found.

There were only a few robed figures in the street, and their steps seemed to be sleepwalking, and Elizabeth soon realized that she was one of them.Several black cats passed by her feet.

Hundreds of years have passed, and there are still as many cats as there are in Arkham.

……

"Miss, wake up!" A sudden voice woke Elizabeth from her dream.

There is already a customer at the counter.

"Sorry, sir..." Elizabeth shook her head.

She had seen the dream just now in Mr. Pickman's oil painting.

Most of Mr. Pickman's works are things that cannot be described in words, but there are also a few pictures depicting the ancient legend of Arkham Town in the 17th century, which has existed since the town was born.At the end of April, when the witches from Salem held their ceremonies, Arkham's houses were closed, and the witches roamed Arkham's alleys.

The customer was a strange Oriental.Elizabeth thought she had seen him somewhere.

　Today's new volume, updated in advance, there is another chapter at six o'clock.

　　
　
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