Plague Doctor

In the dark of the night, the more the dog barks, the closer the noise of the men grows.

Gu Jun had just eaten two fried eggs, and had not finished a piece of bread, and didn't get a clear idea of Arkham and Innsmouth. The bastards came soon. He was really angry and said, “Mr. Joyce, do you have a gun here? ”

“What?” Mr. Joyce overheard, not expecting him to be so hard, but now is not the time, "they have an advantage! And boy, if we fight here and hurt anybody, things get really loud, and you'll never get out of this town. ”

“Is there a way to call the police?” Although Gu Jun knew it was unlikely to be expected.

“I don't have a phone here!” Mr. Joyce is in a hurry, "even if the police are here, do you think they'll help you with an Orientalist? Don't be silly, they'll only help those people out there to make a excuse to kill you. Come on, come with me. You hide in the basement. ”

“Did they know you had a basement?” Gu Jun frowned and took his backpack and followed the old man to the stairs of the house.

“I won't let them search!” Mr. Joyce said urgently, pulling the basement door by the stairs.

“No...” Gu Jun shook his head. A place like the basement can't just go in, “I'd better hide in the woods outside the house. ”

“There's a dog out there!” The old man is excited, but when he sees how calm he is, he knows he can't talk. "Forget it. Go upstairs and hide yourself. Be smart. ”

The second floor was fine, Gu Jun hurried up the wooden staircase to the second floor, but walked a few steps and hurried back, calling Mr. Joyce to go outside the house: “The kitchen! There are two plates.” The old man understands, rushing back to the kitchen to pack, while the people outside are already in front of the house.

“Old Joss, get that heathen out of here! ”

“You can't hide today! ”

They were screaming, and the old man had finished packing, so he went over to the door and screamed with his voice: “Who the fuck is yelling? ”

On the other side, Gu Jun reached the second floor of the house and the light was dim. Naturally, he did not turn on the light.

It's still a simple old environment, living room, hallway, and three rooms. He walked around looking gently, ready to find a place to hide, and watched the noise outside. Mr. Joyce insisted that he didn't bring anyone back. Those people were going to search the house, and the old man yelled to let them go, daring to break into the house and kill them all.

Gu Jun looked at some of the frames and drawings on the hallway wall.

That's a family blessing, a little younger, Mr. Joyce, and a photograph of a middle-aged woman and a young man, who was still a happy family. And those paintings are oil paintings. They're all farm landscape paintings. I don't know who painted them or who bought them.

Suddenly, Gu Jun blinked in front of his eyes, his head burst into a crack pain, that kind of discomfort...

“This crossing capability… seems to be ready to start again…”

His headache was even worse than the previous one. I wondered if he didn't want to go. All kinds of hearts and minds flushed together and he had a bit of a straight attack.

No, I don't want to go yet. Gu Jun tried to control it, but he didn't understand what was going on. It was like riding in a car that didn't know where it was going. What if it crossed back into the waste soil after the nuclear explosion? Or the North Pole or the South Pole? That's definitely a hundred times worse than it is right now...

Arkham, Innsmouth, he hasn't been to these two places where the world doesn't exist, and he doesn't know if he can come back.

And old Joyce, this isn't over yet...

The quarrel outside the house got louder, Mr. Joyce couldn't get rid of the group without saying a few words, they bit the infidel inside the house, a man shouted, “Old Joyce, the rumor is true, what did you do with the Innsmouth people to kill your son and your mother-in-law, you sold them to the devil! ”

“How dare you!” Mr. Joyce was furious and his voice trembled. “You son of a bitch, how dare you...”

“Old man, I'm sorry we have to do this, for this town! ”

When the sound of a fight came, the old man screamed and the dog barked very confused, but soon the old man just gasped and grunted to kill them, obviously being held down. Boom, the door of the house was kicked open, some people poured in, “Go over there, let's go upstairs! ”

Fuck... how come this is the right time...

Gu Jun felt that he was losing control of his body. Every piece of his body was strong and spasmodic.

Whimpering, staircase boards were pedaled, and the smell of sweat from a rural man had first come from the air, what they were yelling at.

“Pagan, devil, come out! ”

“You can't hide, we're not Innsmouth. There's no place for you blasphemers! ”

Gu Jun's headache cracked. This is the case in waste soil, and this is also the case here, as if where I was going, is chaos, and death...

And all of a sudden, he saw the split crossword again, and it appeared in a landscape painting of the farmland on the wall, flashing with light. It was also at this time that he ran into these frames and photographs because he couldn't hold himself back and fell forward.

The moment those men walked out of the stairs, he was dragged into the landscape painting by a force.

Bang, the frame then dropped to the ground, and the light disappeared.

“He's here, he's here! ”

“The old man said there was no hiding in his house! ”

The men rushed to the corridor, searched all three rooms, searched the second floor, the first floor and the basement, and then the small farm, but they didn't find any Oriental figure, they couldn't find anyone, and they couldn't find anything weird.

These or fat or fat men face each other, their hunting dogs shouldn't be tracking them wrong...

Mr. Joyce is lost, too. Where is he? Did you jump off the second floor and hide in the woods? But I did, too. No sign of it.

Though confused, the old gentleman appeared to pretend to be honest and strong, which should be well hidden, "I told you, I don't have anyone hiding here! You bastards, come to my house, beat my dog, search my house, slander me for dealing with heathens, you bastards! ”

The crowd scratched their heads, they were embarrassed, they had to turn around and sprinkle fire on those hounds. How did they get to poor old Joss?