Cthulhu

"Al, you're back." Al's mother, Melo Emily, said softly.

Emily is a graceful, blond beauty. Although she is over forty, she does not look old at all. She is humming a song while preparing dinner, and is obviously in a good mood.

Al asked with some confusion: "Mom, what's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

"I won't tell you," Emily snorted.It was rare for her to show a hint of childishness in front of her children.

Al turned to look at his father, Zhang Tianrui, who ignored him and pretended not to notice while holding his phone.

Dinner was very simple, just Chinese fried rice, which Emily cooked quickly.

She brought a plate to Al. The fried rice was ordinary egg fried rice, and the portion on the plate was only enough for one person. Al looked at her mother with some confusion, "Mom, today's dinner is so... Isn’t it too little?”

Mom hasn't spoken yet, but dad can't wait any longer, "Are you ready? Let's go after it's done. Don't waste time."

Normally, if my father had this impatient tone, my mother would snap back on the spot.

But today my mother was also very unusual. She smiled and nodded to her father, and then said to Al: "This is your dinner, we won't eat it. Your father and I have something to do and we have to go out."

After Emily finished speaking, she stopped talking to Al and soon went out with Al's father Zhang Tianrui. There was only Al and a bowl of fried rice left in the house...

Alone, lonely, cold...

Al looked at the plate of fried rice in front of him speechlessly, as if he were treating enemies, and destroyed them in just a few bites.

He also remembered that today seemed to be his parents' wedding anniversary. Dad would always ask his mother out at this time to give her a romantic surprise.

After eating, Al washed the dishes and quickly returned to his room. He would take the entrance exam in half a year. Although the entrance exam was not difficult for him, he still had to read more books.

As soon as he sat down at the desk, Al habitually picked up a book of Greek mythology and started reading.

When he opened the first page, he saw a line of text. He had read this book more than once. Looking at the writing on it, it seemed that these were the notes he had taken while reading the book before.

“Why do you keep reading mythology books?”

A simple question, but Al was stunned and his body movements suddenly froze.

Yes, why do I keep reading books about mythology?

I'm obviously going to study history at Princeton University, so why do I keep reading mythology anthologies?

And why can’t I remember when I wrote this sentence?

A breeze blew into the house from the window, adding a hint of chill to the already not hot room.

Layers of sweat soon broke out on Al's head. The more he thought about when he wrote this sentence, the more dizzy his head became.

Chaos, delirium, ignorance, blindness.

Just when Al couldn't help but beat his brain that was about to burst, a pair of eyes quietly appeared outside the window, staring at Al inside the room through the window.

The window of Al's bedroom happened to be opposite to a window of the house next door. The curtains of the window of the next door house were closed tightly, and a pair of eyes hid behind the curtains and peeked at Al.

Al's movement to hit his head stopped again. His hands dropped, his face was dull, his eyes were dull, and he said mechanically: "Read the book, the myth, the answer."

Lowering his head, Al flipped through page after page, and soon became addicted to the book. His dull face slowly returned to normal without knowing when.

He looked at the half-opened Greek mythology in a daze, not noticing anything strange just now.

Al quickly read the last page of a book of two to three hundred pages of Greek mythology.

Another line of notes appeared, "Al, you still have a problem that you haven't solved yet. Read books, myths, and answers. Remember, don't forget."

Like a reminder, like a piece of advice.

"What trouble can I get into?" Al thought this line of text was just a random scribbling he didn't know when.

He sat in the chair without moving for almost two hours. Al stood up and stretched.

His bedroom is not big, only about ten square meters, but although it is small, it has all the internal organs.

Bookshelves, desks, and computers are all in his room.

Al picked up the Greek mythology he had finished reading and walked to the bookshelf. He had a very good habit of returning everything he had used to its original place, as if he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But it was this habit that made Al's room far tidier than other boys' rooms.

He quickly added Greek mythology to the bookshelf. There were many books on the bookshelf, hundreds of them.

Looking at the bookshelf filled with books, his eyes unconsciously fell on the first book in the first row in the upper left corner.

This book looks very simple and has no name. In other words, the name of this book is called the Book of Nameless Books.

The Unknown Book is the most special book on the bookshelf and the most important one.

It can be said that the purpose of buying this bookshelf to store so many books was to hide this unknown book.

Because this book came with him through time travel, not surprisingly, this book should be the golden finger he brought through time travel.

But Al has never read this book. No, to be precise, he has never read this book since he was five years old.

When he was five years old, Al, who was eager to discover his golden finger, turned his attention to this unknown book.

But when he just opened the book and before he could see clearly what was in the book, he fell into a coma and remained in a coma for a full week.

Al's sudden coma frightened his mother Emily, because the comatose Al was like a vegetative state, silent and unable to move. He could only rely on intravenous drip every day to maintain his life.

Emily kept praying, asking God to let Al wake up. I wonder if the prayer had an effect. Al woke up on his own after a week in coma.

And since that time, he has developed another problem. His perception has become sharper. He can detect people's footsteps from a long distance and notice details that others cannot notice.

If his senses alone have become sharper, this problem cannot be said to be a problem, but with his keen perception, he can always find shadows that should not appear in certain places around him, or cats that pass through a place repeatedly. .

Suddenly, Al suddenly felt a sense of peeping, and took a look inside the empty house. Al came to the window in three steps and two steps at a time, and looked out. There was no one outside.

The gentle wind blew across Al's face, bringing bursts of coolness.

The weather was clear and the sky was dotted with stars. The bright moonlight shone down, covering the earth with a layer of silver.

There was no one outside the house, and there was no one on the street. The surroundings were completely deserted. There was not even a single insect, let alone a human being. It was completely quiet.

The silence was so silent that Al's heart felt cold.

Al didn't speak. He closed the window expressionlessly, pulled up the curtains, blocking everything outside the room, tiptoed back to the bookshelf, took out a book at random, tried not to make any noise, and sat silently at the desk.

Looked up

He completely ignored the upside-down books, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

It's not normal outside. It's definitely not normal.

There shouldn't be no sound, there can't be no sound outside the house

You know, their house is a standard American big house, a single-family house with its own lawn surrounding the house.

The weather has not yet reached winter, so at this time of night, crickets and other insects should be chirping constantly.

And according to his sensitive senses, if he opened the window, he could hear sounds within half a mile around the house. It would never be silent like just now.

unless...

Unless the insects encountered some terrifying natural enemy, they all shrank into the soil in fear, trembling and not daring to make the slightest sound.

But it wasn't just the bugs, Al's body began to tremble as well.

Although he couldn't see anything with his eyes, his powerful inspiration could sense that a monster had just passed by on the street. It was this monster that made the insects around him silence and made his body tremble unconsciously.

insect

insect

Facing this kind of monster, Al was hiding in the house like a bug at the moment, not daring to make any sound.

To this monster, there is no difference between humans and bugs

They are all existences as small as dust.