Plague Doctor

“Oriental, Oriental! ”

The short, fat middle-aged woman in front of the house shouted with surprise and disgust.

Oriental? Gu Jun heard the word, so it was instantly judged. Although it was not a serious discrimination, it could also be offensive. This was not an age and place friendly to the Orientals when he met him.

The people in the house over there were shocked out, first a middle-aged man who was just as short and fat, full of freckles, yelling excitedly: "Damn you, you fucking heathen, get out of here and stay away from my house! ”

“Hey.” Gu Jun raised his hands, indicating that he had no ill intentions, was unfamiliar with his place of life and could not argue with them, "I'm leaving. ”

“Goddamn old John, the old thing with no birds, how could he let such a heathen into our town!” The leper man scolded, and behind him three children of all ages walked out of the house, looking somewhat puzzled, and the man scolded constantly: “Bring my fucking gun, quick! ”

As soon as I heard Gun, Gu Jun hurried to the bottom of the hill. What the hell am I doing here?

He took a short walk down the hill into a forest of maple trees in Xiaozo, passed through the woods, and reached a wide town on a dirt road.

Electric pole... there's electric pole! Very old-fashioned wooden poles, but hanging wires also connect to the area.

There's guns, there's poles, it's supposed to be modern, but not modern.

Also at this time, Gu Jun suddenly heard a fierce dog bark chase behind him, and a group of men grumbled:

“Oriental bastards, they're all demons! ”

“He can't get away with it. He'll kill us all. ”

“Damn it, Ford, why didn't you just let him go? Why didn't you shoot him! ”

Listening to these curses, Gu Jun frowned. Though he tore his abdominal wound, he could only run away. He yelled in his heart and fucked these bastards.

Even in recent times, so-called people of colour have been bullied in European and American lands, especially in such rural areas, where they cannot be held responsible for shooting him to death and digging a hole to bury him. It's not junk, it's dangerous for him.

The dog's barking was getting closer and closer, and the men's footsteps and yelling.

From the hillside to here, Gu Jun walked only a few roads. Those people were quick to catch up. He was anxious. If it wasn't for those dogs, he could find a place to hide them, but if there were dogs, he couldn't hide them. There is no painting paper, no gun in the backpack, I knew I would bring at least one bottle of wolf spray...

Wolf spray, how long have I been talking about it? It's long overdue.

Wolves are protected, and a few dogs shouldn't be talking.

“What to do, what to do...” Gu Jun thought, must use a little wisdom, no gun, no spell. So, I'm actually an Oriental prince who is here? Just help me get back to the East, and I'll give you money? A lot of money?

At this time, the chase sound was almost out of the woods, and Gu Jun suddenly saw a wagon with hay coming up from behind.

There was only one driver on the carriage, a white old man with a naturally reddish old face, a huge fluttering beard, a thick, cocooned hand holding a reindeer, and a working man. But the old man's face was not vicious. Instead, he looked at him as if he were looking at any dignitary.

“Boy, get in the car.” The old man screams, “Do you understand? Get in the car and hide if you want to live. Those reckless men are coming. Come on! ”

Gu Jun also had a few eye-openers, and now he has no other choice. At least he's an old man, and he doesn't have a gun.

“I understand.” He drilled into the grass on the wagon pallet and hid himself in this pile of hay.

The old man immediately shouted, waving his whip and his horseshoe lifted, and the carriage continued forward.

Soon, Gu Jun's eyes passed through the gap between the grass, and he saw several big, strong dogs rushing out of the woods, some looking this way, some looking that way, and then several big men walked out of the woods, each with a shotgun in his hand, looked around to find him, scolded, but did not suspect that he was on this carriage.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.

Gu Jun remained motionless and silent. He just watched the roadside silently.

The town is definitely sparsely populated, with houses less than a half-day view and a long way from the road. But he saw more modern things in the front yard of those houses, a family with a black sedan, which was the shape of an old man's car, not a steam car, but an oil burner.

There's cars, there's electricity, it should be the 20th century.

Gu Jun thought, while the carriage entered the deserted section of the road, he asked aloud: "Thank you, old man, where are we going? ”

“My farm.” The old man said, "You can get off whenever you want, but I don't suggest you do that, you don't know what these people will do if they catch you. ”

“You're not like them?” Gu Jun deliberately asked, what is this old figure?

“Ha ha.” The old man laughed a few good laughs, "Yes, I'm different, I've always been interested in the East, and there's something I want to know about you. Boy, I don't care if you're Oriental, Indian, black, or whatever... as long as you're human. ”

Gu Jun was slightly restrained. This old man had something to say.

“Sir, if I knew the answer, I'd say it, but I have a few questions I'd like to ask you first.” He has to figure it out first. "Where is this? When? Please specify to the day of the month. ”

“What? Okay.” The old man was somewhat confused, but replied: "Citigroup, Massachusetts, 25 October 1929. ”

Despite the psychological preparation, Gu Jun is still stunned. Am I going back to the past?

How did you get to Citi State, Massachusetts?

“Massachusetts?” He muttered, remembering what happened in New England, Massachusetts, where the famous witch trials took place…

The state is commonly referred to as Massachusetts, and Harvard University is here.

“Yeah, Massachusetts.” The old man said, "Chicktown, a little shithole next to Arkham, Innsmouth, Newbury Potter. ”

Now Gu Jun's heart beats suddenly, what!? Innsmouth? Innsmouth!

The first time he heard this place name was from memory fragments. Uncle Lee Jinbo said it was one of the places the Seabird had been searching for for for years and could not find it. “It's supposed to be there, but it just can't be found.” That's what Uncle Li said.

Later, NASA could not find it, including in the flag country, even after GOA and WMO had actually cooperated.

Neither previous nor existing geographical names were found.

But now, the old man says...

Gu Jun shrugged until he whispered coarsely, Innsmouth, I might have found it.