my cthulhu game

Chapter 263 The Reality Under the Veil Pickman

Little Whateley had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life.Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and there was a faint smile on her face, as if she didn't belong to this world.

Osborne's general store was always full of idlers from the village.But at this moment, there is no one else in the grocery store except this wonderful otherworldly woman, and even the shopkeeper with a sharp mouth is nowhere to be found.

Dunwich Township is so remote that a surprise visitor or two is conspicuous, not to mention a woman who is out of place and doesn't belong at all in this place.

"Who are you?"

Little Whateley was alert.He didn't bring a gun, and he was confident that with his physical strength and spells, he wouldn't need it.

"Stephana," Nyarlathotep shrugged happily, "Stifana Adalcott. You can also call me Blake, or whatever you want."

"I don't know you." Little Wilbur Whateley shook his head.

"I know your father," Stephana said briskly, "I am your father's friend."

The word "father" apparently had a different meaning to Wilbur Whateley Jr.His eyes widened suddenly, flashing a strange light.

"But first," Stephana was satisfied with the change in Little Whateley's expression, "please sit down. We can talk about business slowly."

……

Arkham.

Empire Theatre.

Under Chen Qiang's instructions, Mrs. Megan borrowed two of Pickman's bayaki so that he could collect the bodies of his companions who died on the theater stage.Chen Qiang used the "Myth Map" to confirm that there was no ambush in the theater.

"Oh, hell."

Even through the live broadcast through the camera (installed above Baiyaki's head), the tragic scene on the stage still made Chen Qiang feel a little nauseous.

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[Chen Qiang succeeded in sanity check 24/40, current sanity is 39]

"..."

Chen Qiang couldn't help but rejoice that it was a good idea to watch the video by himself.

On the stage are two half-eaten human corpses that, according to Pickman, probably belonged to local homeless people.About a dozen ghouls fell around the human corpses in all directions. They died hideously and painfully. Some of them tore off their tongues, and some pinched their own necks.

Death in "Dining"...

However, what is even more frightening is that the color of the corpses of all the ghouls has changed.The rubber-like skin glowed with a strange blue color, and even the originally blood-red eyes were filled with blue, and red and blue liquids flowed on the ground.

[Chen Qiang Cthulhu myth check 26/55 success]

Chen Qiang recalled that the special "Liao Dan" made by Helena was also of a similar color, but the situation of these ghouls in front of him was obviously different from that of "Liao Dan".

Maybe their deaths are related to the Tindalos family, Chen Qiang thought.But just because of this kind of death, it cannot be concluded that the "Hound" did it, and the "Hound" seems to have no reason to attack these ordinary ghouls.

Performing an autopsy on a ghoul is a technical job, Chen Qiang thought to himself.Seeing the dead ghouls being put into mortuary bags one after another, Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes.

……

Boston.

"Silver Twilight" meeting place, second floor.

Ms. Agatha Pickman looked at Gu Shun expressionlessly - because of him, the "Tindalos Hound" attacked the center of the assembly hall, if it wasn't for him (almost forced by others) For fighting off all the damage the Hound dealt, Silver Twilight was about to crush him.

Even though his heart was pierced and his throat was cut, Gu Shun was still alive.At this moment, dressed in tatters, he slumped on the seat in the corner, feeling a little on pins and needles.

Hong Zhou, another ethnic Chinese present, seemed very calm.

"Arkham," Hong Zhou said with a blue light shining in his eyes, "a place of nostalgia."

"That's also where you performed your first mission for 'Silver Twilight'," Ms. Agatha Pickman said with a half-smile, "I heard you did a good job that time."

For a moment, Hong Zhou's eyes flashed with fleeting uneasiness, but he returned to calm immediately.

"I hope this time, we can have the same...good luck." He said playfully.

"Nahab", the leader of the Arkham wizarding assembly, has returned to her own territory first.As one of the most powerful underground organizations in the United States, "Silver Twilight" has never fully trusted that kind of "native" wizard.

"The guys who came to this era with me... there should be several more," Gu Shun said with a serious face, "I hope they have been killed by the hounds."

His time-traveling process is almost also a history of bad luck.Gu Shun couldn't believe it anymore: Could it be that he is the only one who is so unlucky?

"We can't pin our hopes on that 'possibility'," Agatha Pickman pushed her gold-rimmed glasses, "we have to witness with our own eyes. Now go, go A Cam - oh, a trip to Dunwich Village before that."

"Dunwich?" Gu Shun frowned and thought carefully, "Oh, it's the village very close to Arkham. What are we going to do there?"

"The growth of that 'big fool' must be kept on record," Agatha Pickman said mildly. "Besides, my divination tells me that something interesting has happened in Dunwich."

"John, Carl, and Anne should be responsible." Gu Shun muttered the names of the remaining "Silver Twilight" leaders, as if something big would happen in the United States tomorrow morning, so they kicked the job to the remaining members.

"Let's go," said Agatha Pickman, "don't forget, this is also a test for newcomers."

"That's right, we still have to bring the newcomers of that organization." Hong Zhou said with a smile.

"I hope it won't be a drag." Gu Shun muttered.

……

Miskani Toque University, Administration Building.

Richard Pickman stared for a moment at the portrait of Agatha Pickman on the wall.

Agatha Pickman hadn't left Earth in this day and age, he thought.Perhaps, I should be prepared for the distant ancestor of the Pickman family to reappear in front of me.

Pickman walked along the corridor and left the administration building through the back door.In the contemporary University of Michigan, it was eventually opened up as a small cemetery park, where the most outstanding scholars of Miskani Tok University in the golden age were buried.

If it wasn't for me, who stole their bone marrow...Pickman thought, he might still be just that unknown ordinary ghoul in the dreamland.

The skeleton-eaters have three major secret techniques: first, use the dreamland as a transfer station to build tunnels connecting distant places; second, use the bones of creatures as carriers to resurface lost texts...

And third, by eating the remains of dead intelligent beings, receiving the full knowledge and experience of the dead.

Decades later, it was in this cemetery that Richard Pickman, who returned from the dreamland, stole the remains of all members of the University of Michigan's "Honorary Professors Association" headed by Professor Armitage. Take all their knowledge and memories for yourself.

In the days that followed, Pickman, who traveled around the world, devoured the memories of many people, but he still benefited a lot from the thoughts of professors at the University of Michigan.

(End of this chapter)