No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

When Suzuki Qiaoqiao searched for the third room, he found something.

In the dusty book, found a photo.

This black photo has serious yellowing on the edges, it is estimated that it is some years old.

The content of the photo is simple, it is a group photo of a family of three.

A young couple, plus a child who looks like Conan.

Look at the background behind them, it doesn't look like it was taken here.

Suzuki Joe Bridge looked back and forth and shouted:

"Hey, come and have a look."

When the person concerned came to him, he took the initiative to submit the photo.

Conan reached out and took it, his face even more weird.

He looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said:

"No, this child is not me. It could be my father, Yusaku Kudo."

"So, this is the house your grandfather built."

Conan frowned and looked grim.

He raised the tattered notebook in his hand and continued:

"I haven't heard my father say anything about my grandfather since I was a child. I found this just now. It's probably his diary. But all the parts with content were torn up. After I go back, I'll look for..."

Before the words were finished, there was a loud sound of glass breaking in the living room.

Everyone was startled, they quickly held their breath and stopped searching.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao pulled Huihara Ai behind him and signaled Xiaoguang to protect him.

He exchanged glances with Kuroba Kaito, lowered his footsteps, and walked towards the spiral staircase.

As for Conan, I can't count on it at all.

Taking off the equipment provided by Dr. A Li, he is an ordinary elementary school student.

When encountering something beyond common sense, there is no resistance at all.

Suzuki Joe Bridge quickly touched the edge of the stairs and lowered his body.

Through the long moonlight, I could see the old man standing at the door.

As he looked closely, a sense of unease passed over him.

The other's face was hidden under a wide hat, and he was wearing a dirty tawny coffin.

The strange patterns carved on it are difficult to describe in words.

As if from a distant space, but also from an unimaginable abyss.

The occasional spiral pattern exacerbates this anomalous quality.

Suddenly, the other party raised his head.

With turbid eyes, he glanced in the direction of Suzuki Joe Bridge.

The other party opened his mouth and made a hoarse and incomprehensible sound.

In the blink of an eye, he actually knelt down and bowed down!

……

Gin took ten mercenaries through the forest.

Whether it's handjob or survival in the jungle, follow the trail.

Each of them is the elite of the elite.

Even though Suzuki Qiaoqiao and others used plastic bags to cover their shoes, hoping to cover up their footprints.

It can still be tracked through the traces of weeds.

There was a black man in the team lying on the ground, studying it carefully.

After a while, he got up and took the initiative to report:

"According to the depth of the footprints, it can be judged that there are four of them. Two of them are small children, about ten years old. One is of medium size, a young man. Just like us, we were traveling light. We only had food and water for a few days, no big items like tents or sleeping bags."

Jin Jiu narrowed his eyes and was very satisfied with this group of professionals.

The black man observed his words and expressions, saw that he did not answer, and said respectfully:

"Actually, I have a small suggestion."

"Say."

"The boss spent a lot of money this time, and asked us to find something called 'The Fountain of Youth'. If it was a gang who came to snatch it, there was no need to bring two children. I guess it should be a family of four tourists traveling ,so……"

Seeing that he deliberately said half of it, he wanted to whet his appetite.

Jinjiu did not pierce the other party's careful thoughts, and agreed:

"Go ahead, I will give you more money as appropriate."

Hearing the extra money, the black man immediately smiled:

"It's better to slow down now and stop chasing. Let this group of tourists lead the way and help us find the trap. If there is an accident, you can also warn in advance. When the follow-up troops arrive, the success rate of taking away the 'fountain of youth' Higher. Moreover, even if there is a slight chance that this group of tourists will get what the boss wants. We have hundreds of people blocking the road, and we will definitely teach them to escape.”

This suggestion makes sense and makes Gin quite excited.

A cold-blooded killer like him wouldn't care about the lives of strangers at all.

However, things can't be too optimistic:

"How big is the jungle, how can you be sure that they will return the same way?"

The black man smiled, showing his white teeth:

"Boss, you also said that the jungle area is so large. If they run around, they will definitely get lost. As long as they follow the direction of the tourists, they will definitely block people. Look at the traces left just now, at most two or three hours apart. , we will be able to catch up soon. They are just ordinary tourists, and we are professional mercenaries. With so many people, are you afraid that they will not be able to escape?"

During this period of Jinjiu, there has been an inexplicable unease in my heart.

Can't tell, don't know.

Taking into account the low visibility late at night, it is risky to travel.

In order to seek stability, he agreed:

"Okay, stay where you are, and wait until dawn before setting off."

……

Chapter 447 Call of Cthulhu

For some reason, the old man bowed his head in the direction of the second floor.

There was a babbling sound in his mouth, which was obscure and incomprehensible, like a child learning to speak, and a low roar after his throat was ruined.

Relying on the system translation, Suzuki Qiaoqiao can barely understand:

"Sinner Zack, welcome the messenger of the wind!"

WTF?

Angel of the wind?

Are you talking about me?

With a question mark on his face, he tilted his head to look at the poker-faced Kuroba Kuito, and quickly realized that the other party was talking about him.

"Sinner Zack, welcome the messenger of the wind!"

The old man was lying on the ground, his body was thrown to the ground, and his attitude was very pious.

Like a repeater, saying the same thing over and over again.

"Sinner Zack, welcome the messenger of the wind!"

Before Kuroba Kuito could stop him, Suzuki Takashi took the initiative to walk out.

Follow the spiral staircase and stop two meters away from the old man.

If the opponent suddenly attacked, he would have enough time to use the Platinum Star.

The old man's head was buried lower, the coffin close to the ground:

"Sinner Zack, welcome the messenger of the wind."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked down and asked:

"Tell me, what are you doing here to find me?"

"The old man was originally a servant of the God of Wind, and guarded the ruins of the God of Wind for generations. Tonight, a vision suddenly appeared on the stone tablet, and I knew there was an envoy coming."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao's eyelids jumped, and he asked a more concerned question:

"Then why do you call yourself a sinner?"

"70 years ago, the believers of the God of Water came to the town. A large number of people were infected and became deep divers who could not distinguish between humans and ghosts. We were powerless to resist, so we had to take the next best thing, transport the ruins and steles away, and find them on the cliffs. Master Messenger, the remaining clansmen are getting old, and it is time to wait for you."

Suzuki Takahashi's brain was spinning rapidly, trying to digest the large amount of information in this sentence.

Nine times out of ten, the town in the old population is Innsmouth.

This place was originally the domain of the God of Wind, and was later infiltrated by the followers of the God of Water.

Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, some things can be inferred.

For example, a few years ago, the adventure group that Gin was in was almost destroyed.

Judging from this, the murderers should be those infected deep divers.

As for the God of Water, it may be similar to the setting in the game, as well as other gods such as the God of Fire, the God of Earth, the God of Light and so on.

When it comes to water, Suzuki Qiaoqiao first thinks of the Fountain of Youth, the creature that does not belong to the earth.

But his primary goal here was to collect the three sacrificial poems of the Wind Relic.

Others are just incidental.