The vest magic changes the earth

The situation at the time was like this, Randolph took the lead and led the way, and Allen followed him panting for his life.

Behind the two of them fell a group of stretching necks and former town residents on all fours.Their bodies were deformed to varying degrees, their limbs and bones were distorted, and many sarcoma-like growths grew out.The skin is chapped, and there are many things growing out of the cracks.

Like sharks that smelled fishy, ​​they chased after them, appearing from various corners continuously, joining the chasing team.

Allen tried to shoot a few shots in the back, hitting the things.It does nothing but slow them down.

Randolph stopped suddenly and threw something behind him, and Allen almost ran headfirst into him.

He kicked open the door of a room, grabbed Allen by the collar and flashed into the room, slammed the door, and there was an explosion outside.

Allen covered his ears and shouted at Randolph, "Is this feasible?"

Randolph also shouted back: "This is the safe house I prepared before, they can't find it here."

After the explosion was over, Allen looked carefully through the window and found that there were really no monsters chasing them.I don't know how Randolph did it. A monster flashed through the window of the opposite house, but they didn't seem to see it.

In the eyes of those things, their room didn't seem to exist.

Allen was amazed, lying on the window to observe the situation outside, while Randolph sat on a chair to rest, took out a large bag by the way, and counted the contents inside.

Allen took a look. There were a lot of thermal weapons in the bag, but they looked like they had been modified.There are also some things that he doesn't know very well. It's strange that Allen even saw a very old parchment in it.

Randolph finished counting his odds and pulled Allen away from the window.

Allen said, "Who the hell are you?"

"I said, a college folklorist. Ah, a little bit of religion and the occult, too."

Allen looked like you were lying to a ghost.

"I don't lie."

Randolph's green eyes are full of sincerity, "Miskatonic University in Arkham, our school has made great achievements in history and psychology, and archeology and occult science have reached the world's top level. of students come to our university to study.”

"I've lived in the United States for so many years and never heard of it. Do you have any famous alumni?" Allen was suspicious.

"Cough. Our school provides jobs. You can just work for the school after graduation." Randolph said, "The others are not much different from ordinary universities, except that sometimes the nature of the work is a little special."

"special?"

Randolph pointed out the window.

"What are those things?"

"I can't explain it clearly for a while. You can understand it as a group of polluted cult members."

Those distorted limbs appeared in Alan's mind, "You call this not much different from the usual university..."

"Of course." Randolph didn't change his expression, "This is also part of the study of paleontology in archaeology."

Allen was shocked by his face and was speechless for a while.

"Let's not talk about this." Allen asked, "What do we do now?"

"Wait." Randolph said, "The situation is more complicated than I thought. I called for backup."

"Then we just stay in this room and do nothing?"

"What are you thinking about," said Randolph. "It's these stupid things that don't see us. There's plenty left to kill me."

He walked to the window and opened the curtains, "For example, this lady."

It was empty outside the window, and there was nothing but thick fog floating on the street.

Just when Alan was about to laugh at him, a woman's chuckle suddenly came in the air, which was sweet and moving.

Allen was stunned to see that Ms. Morgana Dubo suddenly appeared in the room.

He almost jumped up: "You've been here all this time?!"

Du Bo's eyebrows were gentle, with an unspeakable charm: "You think too highly of me, I was discovered when I first came."

Even though she knew that this woman was not a good stubble, the moment she glanced over, Alan still felt obsessed, half of his body was numb, and he didn't know what time it was.

Randolph stepped on him directly.

Allen woke up with a start.

"Where are you from?" Randolph looked her up and down. "Disobedience meeting?"

Du Bo covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly, "Farewell to Egypt, you won't know me if you change your face, men don't have a good thing."

Randolph seemed to be reminded by this sentence, and frowned at her: "So it's you, it's hard for you to come here from Europe." He sneered, "A bunch of psychopaths."

"Why do you say that?" Du Bo replied: "What is the difference between us? We are waves in the same sea, leaves in the same forest. We are connected with each other by blood."

"It makes me sick," Randolph sneered.

Suddenly, he pressed something with his left hand, and a black shadow shot out from his wrist and rushed towards Du Bo.The black shadow penetrated Du Bo's body without hindrance, it was a phantom!

Allen saw that the black shadow was nailed to the wall, its tail feathers trembling, it was an arrow.

The phantom left by Du Bo suddenly dissipated in the air.

"Let her go." Randolph looked regretful. "This woman is really crafty."

"It sounds like you knew her before?"

"I know." Randolph said, "It's okay to tell you now, anyway, the code of confidentiality has been revoked. The woman is from the University of Brechster, England. They don't get along well with us. The people in that school have some brain problems. .”

"Are you a university or a terrorist?" Allen asked sincerely. He saw clearly what Randolph used to attack. It was a sleeve arrow, which was put on his arm.

"No, no, no." Randolph waved his hand at him, "We are a serious university that investigates mysterious incidents, but that is a place where cultists gather, it's different."

Allen wanted to continue asking questions, but Randolph interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "Don't ask, we will be in trouble soon, we have to deal with it quickly."

He looked in the distance, in the direction of the center of the town, where a bloody light rose into the sky, connecting with the stars in the sky.

Randolph picked up his backpack, walked downstairs, and pointed at Allen: "You follow too."

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The words are divided into two ends, each on one side.

Here, the expedition team formed by the police is desperately fleeing, Sergeant Smith is out of breath, he feels like a fire is burning in his lungs, but he dare not relax his pace at all.

There are only three people left in the team, and behind them is a group of monsters chasing after them.

After the meteorologist ran away in a frenzy, each of them felt that something was wrong, but like a dead fish on a chopping board, there was nothing they could do about the desperation in front of them.

Then, those things appeared.

They suddenly came out from every corner, and they moved flexibly. The soldier closest to them raised his gun and fired. The bullets made black scorched holes, but it had no effect.The thing bit him in one bite, dragging him into the darkness.

A group of people desperately broke out, shot and fled, but there were too many, Detective Smith was desperate, God, help us!

Suddenly, the FBI at the front yelled and led them into a building, firmly against the door.

He panted, "This place should have been rebuilt from a wartime dock, and those things shouldn't be able to get in."

He may be right, because the door is so strong, they blocked the door tightly, and those things didn't seem to be able to do anything except banging and roaring outside.

At this time, there was silence outside the door.

The three survivors looked at each other.

After a while, a little girl's cry suddenly came from outside, with a childish voice, "Help, help, there are monsters!"

The mournful voice echoed on the street.