The vest magic changes the earth

Today's speech is a bit important, I recommend reading it.

Lu Yi swiped his phone and boarded a forum.

These times are because of [Qingshui 虺]'s appearance over Linhai City that time.Discussion of extraordinary events was completely detonated.

Those circulating videos fermented wildly in every corner of the social network.

Lu Yi flipped through the posts, and some of them talked about real mysterious events that they claimed to have experienced. They claimed that they encountered water monkeys in the river of their grandma's house in the countryside, and they even broadcast live with pictures.The atmosphere is tense and gloomy.

After playing tricks, some netizens saw that it was a swimming sloth.

The following posts are all scolded by people who have been deceived by their feelings.

There is also someone who claims to be Master Maoshan and comes out to make a prophecy.

Called Qingjingzi, saying that the prophecies of the Mayans were completely false, this is why the group of demons in my country came out to bring disasters to the world.He sympathizes with all sentient beings, and has made amulets for everyone, as long as there is incense money, 999 a piece, no deception!

Of course, there are those who do not believe it.

A netizen called "The Snail on the Sycamore Tree" insisted that it was a fake. He suspected that it was just a propaganda conspiracy similar to "The Blair Witch". He estimated that there would be a movie called "Blair Witch" in two months. online.By the way, he also sprayed out all the extraordinary-related posts he could find.

The bottom of his post is full of gunpowder, and some people insist that this is a conspiracy by the US government, a biochemical weapon.Some people claim to be witnesses, let the "snail on the sycamore tree" stop talking nonsense.

The most vicious of them was a man named "Mu Ziyang". He insisted that he had seen ghosts and knew a real master by his side, and that the snake was actually polluted.

Basically no one believed him, and "Muziyang" was ridiculed by the crowd.

The snail on the sycamore tree: I have to make up the whole nonsense, you say pollution, what pollution?I'm still in Chernobyl.

Muziyang: Your uncle!What I said is true! ! !The master won't tell me about the pollution!

The snail on the sycamore tree: Taishang Laojun also told me, and dreamed.

Smiling leaves: slightly slightly slightly.

Six Eight: Last night I saw the Jade Emperor and asked him how high the sky was, but he refused to tell me.Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Lu Yi swiped through the post and saw what it means to see all kinds of living beings under great changes.

At this time, drop--

The system sounded a sharp alarm again.

【warn!warn!There is a loophole in the earth's protection, it's dangerous!Please host as soon as possible!Please host as soon as possible! 】

what happened?Lu Yi asked the system.

[The protective cover failed to completely intercept the previous attack, and the power of the evil god outside the territory was projected to Xiling Town in the United States, coordinates: 39°N, 8X°W.Residents in the town are polluted and mutated!Danger!Please host as soon as possible!Repeat, please host as soon as possible! 】

Lu Yi raised his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

He opened the card in his hand, this kind of thing...

It's you, [Legendary Investigator: Randolph Carter]!

The strongest investigator of Miskatonic University!

Then he took out the [Mutilated Creator] and smiled, with Randolph Carter, how can we do without the University of Dendroms?

【Incomplete Creator】exudes power, crosses the ocean, and arrives in Massachusetts, USA, where a Miskatak River flows.

On the flat ground, a small town rose up, it appeared abruptly, it was just an outline at the beginning, as time went by, the town became more and more real and detailed, and the wind and rain appeared on it. The traces of the past, as if the years have really passed.

It was a small town with a slightly gloomy temperament, and the desolate and abandoned country road led to it among the grass and fallen leaves.Its entrance reads - Arkham.

The small town has old-fashioned and dark low-rise houses, gradually loose and collapsed mansard roofs and Georgian railings that have collapsed year by year.

The sullen and murmuring Miskatak River flows through the center of the town.

This is a town cursed by witches, but it also has one of the best universities in the occult world - Miskatonic University.

It is an academic sanctuary for imparting true knowledge. Archeology, mysticism, history, psychology, geology, biology, and engineering have all reached the world's top level.Every year, some students are transported to mental hospitals or graves.

Now, in front of the glittering doors of Miskatonic University, a man is ready to go.

He is dressed in leather, has a pair of melancholy green eyes, and has a vicissitudes of life.The man got into an old pickup truck and sped away.

He glanced at the map, Xiling Town and the polluted evil believers, and grinned.

......

West Ridge is an ordinary agricultural town in the middle of the United States. It has bright colors and brightly painted houses. The sun shines on every corner of the town.Oh, and maybe there are big golden wheat fields outside.

It also has its own festival in early spring, where people dance, drink beer, and be happy and carefree.

At least, that's what the state's travel guides say.

Alan Simmons thought so too.

He's a private eye on vacation, working in New York.

New York, it's a place with a glamorous exterior and a place where male thieves and prostitutes are inside. Alan Simmons pouted in his heart, so he had to take a vacation for himself every once in a while, so as not to kick the ass of the client or someone else at work next time .

This time he received a big order, the rich man and his wife who caught adultery, 80% of the private detectives are fighting the cheating case, isn't it?

This case, the successful divorced wife, made him a lot of money.So he decided to take a road trip.The simple and natural Xiling Town is one of the destinations.

Alan Simmons drove down the road in a convertible Jeep.The surrounding lush landscape passed by quickly, and music was playing loudly in the car.

"well there's somethin' goin' down

right hereintheneighborhood

somethin' goin' down"

He swayed his body to the music and was so excited.

It was dusk now, and the sky was ablaze with clouds.Alan Simmons calculated that he should be able to reach Xiling Town before night.

He stepped on the accelerator and sped forward.

When it was getting late, the sky had already taken on a blue-gray color, and he could already see the outline of the lights in Xiling Town.

At this time, his old buddy suddenly made a sound of discouragement, staggered and groaned, then turned off the engine and stopped moving.

"Shit!" He tried several times to start without success, got out of the car to check, it was a circuit failure.

Whoever encounters this scene on a happy road trip can't be in a good mood.Allen Simmons tossed his hair violently.

He pushed the car to the side of the road with difficulty, so he had to walk to the town to ask for help, he thought, and hoped that the people there would be kinder.

Although it looked very close, Alan Simmons still walked for more than 20 minutes.

When he arrived, it was already dark. He looked up and saw that the stars in this small town were really bright.

Follow the road into the town, behind the sign that says Xiling Town is a small shop, the door is closed, but the lights are still on, and there is an orange light in the window.

Alan Simmons went up and knocked on the door. "Hi! Is anyone there?"

He heard whispering voices coming from the door, like the ravings of countless people overlapping.

He took a step back, feeling a little weird in his heart.

The whispering stopped and the door was opened, and the owner was a stocky, red-necked, middle-aged white man.He asked gruffly, "What are you doing?"

Alan Simmons took a step back, feeling that the man was not very friendly. "My car broke down on the road, about 2 miles from the town. I came to see if anyone could help."

The man looked him up and down, looking a little annoyed at him, just when he thought the red neck was about to close the door hard, the other party suddenly smiled stiffly, "Well, I'll ask someone to push the car back for you. "

"Oh, thank you so much." Alan Simmons thought, maybe he is a good person, but he is not good at expressing.

People always have a prejudice against people who look tall and fierce, don't they?

The red-necked man called a skinny young man and said to Alan Simmons, "Let's help you push the cart and lead the way. You can stay in the hotel in the town tonight, and there is a bar below. Go get a drink." He grinned at Alan Simmons.

"That's really nice." Alan Simmons also laughed, "I like this."

"My name is Myron Hart," he said, and he patted the shoulder of the young man next to him. "He's Jerry Robert. His father is a good car repairer. He's not bad, isn't he? Jerry."

The young man smiled shyly.

Allen Simmons shook hands with them.

On the way to push the cart, the red-necked Myron Hart said: "There are quite a lot of foreigners coming here recently."

"Oh, really?" Alan Simmons was curious.

"Counting you, there are three. A man and a woman. The man, who claims to be a professor of folklore today, came out for interviews. The woman is a writer. She has been here for several days. They all live in a small hotel in the town. inside."

"You can also invite them to have a drink at that time." Alan Simmons laughed.

For nearly an hour, they pushed the car into the town, and Alan Simmons had established what he thought was a good friendship with these two well-wishers.

The shy young man Jerry Robert directed them to push the car near their home, "My dad has tools there, and I can fix it tomorrow morning."

"Thanks so much guys," said Allen Simmons. "I'm definitely going to buy you a drink."

They walked to the hotel in the town, which was a small three-story building.The log-colored building has a bar on the first floor and a place to stay above.

There are still a few people drinking in the small hotel, the red-necked Myron Hart looked in two directions: "The two foreigners are here today."

Before Alan Simmons had time to speak, he saw one of the men approaching with a wine glass, "Are you just here too?" He asked, "Me too, let's meet, Randolph Carter." He held out his hand .