Plague Doctor

Whatever it takes, come for me.

Gu Jun thought so, still lying in the glass compartment of the machine, his body connected to it, his eyes looking at the magnificent boulder dome over the library.

It's all coming towards me. It's me, Gu Jun. I changed it. I'll take care of it.

“Captain Gu, we don't know what's going on...” Yu Chi is also worried for the other party, but he's not a person who understands comfort, so his mouth is not very sharp.

“Mm-hmm.” Gu Jun knew that it was useless to lie down and worry. The time now is particularly precious. It has far-reaching implications for the endangered planetary world and the mysterious world, so even if his head is broken, he should act immediately.

“I can feel that the Israelis are also moving, and they have arrangements. Perhaps we now have these conversations, which they have heard long before in time. ”

This feeling is not blind to Gu Jun, it should be an implant of Islam's thinking, “They don't want to show up, they don't want to expose their space-time position, they want to push us to achieve our common goals. Team Yu, find a machine to lay in and see what they can do. ”

Yu Chi wanted to do this a long time ago, and was a little excited.

He jumped off the floor from this pedestal and walked up to another adjacent pedestal, then lay down in an open giant glass compartment, free of dust, where the sophisticated and strange engraving of the pedestal was visible through the transparent bottom, and the inscriptions and graphics were part of the machine.

As soon as Yu Chi laid down, he immediately experienced what Gu Jun had just said. Some light rushed out from the bottom to connect his body...

“I think… I'm ready…” Yu took a deep breath and said, “What's next? ”

What happens next, Gu Jun doesn't know, "Let's try to keep our heads open and accept the Islamists. At the limit of our human body, to transcend time and space consumption, there may only be one chance, so do your best, every second. ”

Once it was agreed, the two men began to act.

Gu Jun didn't know if things were going smoothly over there. He looked at the strange pattern of the dome. A disillusioned strangeness gradually burst. The witch power was also moving silly and twisting each other. The machine made that clicking sound again, and all the pipes were running again.

His eyes suddenly widened, his blood flow skyrocketed, his whole brain was expanding, and that feeling came back.

“Islam, Islam...”

Gu Jun called seriously in his mind. Come if you have any arrangements, but don't hurt anyone else, just me...

He's accepting more, and his whole body is like a cone, just in shape to be accommodated in this chamber of glass, at the top of this huge cone, there are four long cylindrical tentacles with different ends.

Two of them end up with crab-chequered giant claws; the other is four horn-shaped or sucker-shaped red organs; and one is an irregular yellow-like sphere about 0.6 meters in diameter, with three black giant eyes in a circular row, with all angles of three-dimensional space visible in the field of view.

That sphere seems to be its head. At the top of the head, four gray-white thin stems grow there, and each stem has a flowery organ at the top, much like some kind of contact angle, or some kind of signal transceiver; below the head, like the chin, there are eight tiny green tentacles floating.

Its entire body, whether cone, tentacle, or tentacle ends, is covered with an uneven semi-elastic scale with a rainbow variation.

The chassis of the cone is covered with gray-white glue, which, by retracting the body, can creep like a snail, but much faster.

This strange creature, it seems, is Islam...

No, it's a physical form of Islam, as it was when they built this city, this library. Because they are a parasitic race of consciousness, they can also exist in other bodies… and because of this, it is unclear to Gu Jun that this is not the “present” form of Islam.

But at this time, Gu Jun felt that he had become this form. The whole person was torn apart and then coincided.

The tentacle, which is four sucker organs long, stretches out to suck a metal rod of the machine and can be operated in a fit.

The contact angle and tentacles of the head also have some connections to the machine.

Gu Jun was still human, but in the invisible, he became an Iss, almost integrated with the machine.

He doesn't know if he was just having a headache when the machine stopped, or if he really did.

This is where it leads...

Gu Jun's vision flashed uncertainly in front of him. His conical body was drawn in by the vortex of time and space. His head was twisting, his hands were twisting, and his whole body was twisting.

It's like a tape of a vintage tape recorder that's constantly cartooning, making a scratchy, unpleasant sound--

All of a sudden, the candle was fixed.

“I heard some people went crazy again, on Arkham's side. ”

“Those goddamn demons, they're all going to hell. ”

“Isn't it clear enough that I say burn them all, alas, we Salem have made a mistake! ”

Gu Jun heard some angry conversations in English... Arkham? Salem? Isn't that the Massachusetts world...

All of a sudden, his brain suddenly punched and let him take a breath, but he also felt like he was actually stepping in one place.

This feeling is different from the previous intrusion into Grandpa Tong's brain, which he did more fully this time.

Gu Jun looked at his hands, human hands, a white middle-aged man with cocoon hands. Some information came from his head. This man, Sam Manes, is a resident of Salem town and a prison guard in Salem prison.

Currently, in 1692, during the outbreak of the Salem Witch Trial, many people were imprisoned for being witches or witches.

A young girl from Akham, Kezia-Mason, was arrested and is being held in a cell in the prison.

“Hmm...” Gu Jun took a deep breath. The view grew clearer in front of him. The shady, damp cell was built underground. This is the entrance to the hall. A group of prison guards were over there talking abusively, and it was they who made the sound. In the meantime, Gu Jun almost immediately saw that there was something different about one person.

It was a small, fat middle-aged man with a stomach full of freckles and linen, and he was staring at it with dismay.

“Older than?” Gu Jun asked in Chinese.

The obese middle-aged man nodded and several other prison guards heard it, and some questioned, "Sam, what are you talking about? ”

They are now very sensitive to strange language and sounds.

“What?” Gu Jun did nothing. He knew from his mind that everyone was a level prison guard, so the more rational he acted, the less suspicious he was, “I'm calling you. I'm going to go down to the cell for a tour. Which one of you is coming? ”

He knows that these people generally don't want to touch evil things and fear bad luck.

Sure enough, the prison guards face each other, nobody says anything, or Killian Byrd, the fat man who was invaded, says, "Me? ”

“Then come on.” Gu Jun said so. He took the lead to the entrance of the corridor. Yu Chi followed with an oil lamp.

“What are you doing so aggressively? ”

“See how pretty those witches look? ”

The guards behind them laughed and cursed, “That's a devil's lie, don't put yourselves in it! Don't hurt us! ”

Gu Jun knows that he and Yucci have also checked witch information before. Many of the so-called witches in history are considered witches because they are too pretty and cause jealousy and are stigmatized. In the Salem Witch case, young girls are the ones who are sick, so many more girls are framed.

They walked down a corridor, said the code they had previously agreed to, and matched their identities.

The further down this long corridor, the wetter it gets, the more intense the smell of rot in the air makes it difficult to breathe. The wooden cells on both sides are moldy, with unknown mushrooms everywhere. Some of the cells contain suspects with dirt on their heads, while others are empty.

Seeing both of them walk by, some suspects either scream unjustly, or yell furiously, and few stand calmly.

Gu Jun walked all the way and was alert to the surroundings. He thought all the way through. The Islamists sent them here, it must have been about the witch.

Now, he can't feel that witch force following him, not knowing where it went.

But the world of Massachusetts is the home of that witch...

The two travelled a long way to almost the end of the underground prison, where they heard the sound of dragging handcuffs and shackles.

Many of these cells are empty, because there is an important suspect in custody, and the police have found a great deal of mythical stuff in their homes, many of which only Satanists can get involved. Even if nothing happened in Salem town, it would be enough to lock this suspect up and shut him down.

Just outside the cell at the end, Gu Jun saw a white girl, aged 17 or 8, locked up in the cell. She was trapped, but she maintained her temperament. She had long black hair and light green eyes. Her face was extremely refined and beautiful, and her figure was tall and slender.

Looks like this young girl is typically the kind of victim who was captured because of her beauty.

Gu Jun doesn't know what's going on with the others here, but he knows this, Kezia-Mason,

She is indeed a witch, not knowing whether she was in prison before or after.

I don't know if she was that oak witch when she was younger.

“What are you...?” Suddenly, before they spoke, Kezia-Mason asked, "I can see who you really are. ”