Doomsday Harvest of Cthulhu

Chapter 9

In the middle of the night, there was no sound, and Ren Xingzhi slept comfortably on the bed. After all, after a day of running around, his tired body was fully rested. In addition, he had a dream, a strange dream.

In the dream, Ren Xingzhi walked in the city and came to a beach.The sky was cloudy and it was raining lightly.He looked at the fog-shrouded sea level in the distance, and found that there were waves on the sea level, and wave after wave kept hitting the beach.

The waves became bigger and bigger, and gradually turned into huge waves. The huge waves washed up on the beach and hit Ren Xingzhi's body, but there was no pain at all. Ren Xingzhi was thrown up by the huge force. When he was in the air, , he saw a huge creature with the characteristics of an octopus standing in the water in the fog on the sea, and the huge tentacles on its body kept slapping the water surface.

When he fell from the air to the ground, he saw that he was about to fall to the ground. The moment he touched the ground, he instantly felt a sense of weightlessness, and he woke up from the bed with a tremor.

On a sunny morning, you can occasionally hear the calls of some unknown birds outside the window, and the sun shines on the floor through the curtains. For a small town with humid seaside all year round, this is a rare good weather .

Ren Xingzhi, who was a bit out of his mind and didn't regain his energy, sat up. He rubbed his head, as if he didn't have a good rest.He sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths before getting up to wash up.

Looking into the room, Scott disappeared. The messy quilt on the bed was randomly spread on the bed. His luggage was still there, but he didn't know where he went. At this time, he saw a small note left on the table, The note was in Scott's handwriting, and the note read: "I'm out for food, ovo"

Ren Xingzhi crumpled the note into a ball and threw it on the table, cursing inwardly: I thought the person ran away again, and the expression on his face made me worry for nothing.

After Ren Xingzhi washed and changed his clothes, he walked to Alan's room next door, and opened the door just as he was about to knock on the door.Wempson and Allen stood in front of the door a little tired. Wempson stretched his waist and asked, "Where is Scott, lost again?" "

Ren Xingzhi showed a helpless expression and shrugged his shoulders: "Our young master has gone out to look for food." Then he looked at Alan and Wibson, and said with a smirk: "How do you think you two haven't had a good rest? , What exciting program was there last night!"

Allen punched Ren Xingzhi on the shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "Come on, the main reason is that I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that there was a strange creature in the sea. The outrageous thing is that Wimpson also dreamed about it."

After Ren Xingzhi heard it, he was a little shocked and told what he dreamed last night.He thought about it, and then asked Alan what he dreamed about on the train.The answer he got was as Ren Xingzhi expected. When he was on the train, he had the same dream as Allen.

The three were extremely shocked, which was beyond their understanding and cognition.Allen said in a deep voice: "So, what can explain all this is magic."

Wimpson asked, "Could it be the man in the suit at the train station?"

Ren Xingzhi said: "Probably not. Judging from his magic fluctuations, his magic power is not strong enough to control our dreams all the time."

Allen breathed a sigh of relief: "Anyway, it's still related to Cthulhu and Dagon's Esoteric Cult. The source of everything is the statue, and these problems will be solved by checking the statue."

Ren Xingzhi and Wibson nodded in agreement, and then the three of them went downstairs to ask Ms. Hayley if they knew where Scott had gone.

As soon as the three of them walked down the stairs, they heard Scott talking and laughing with a child.

Downstairs, Scott was sitting on the ground with the child, drawing something together. The two of you were drawing on the paper while I was drawing.If you look closely, you can see that the painting shows a few little people flying kites on a grassland. It is the kind of fairy tale style that children can draw.

Ms. Haili was sitting on a stool beside her and reading a newspaper. The atmosphere was rather warm.

Seeing everyone going downstairs, Scott got up and pointed to some French bread and prosciutto on the dining table and said, "Try the taste of that store. I paid special attention to it yesterday!"

Ren Xingzhi smiled wryly in his heart, co-authored that he only paid attention to what he ate last night.Allen and Wibson smiled and thanked Scott, and walked to the table to start eating. Ren Xingzhi also walked over to pick up the bread and ate it.

While they feasted, Scott sat next to him with a painting.He spread out the painting on the table, which was drawn with extremely immature stick figures. Two black stick figures were holding knives and slashing a stick figure on the ground.Surrounded by a sandy beach and sea.

Ren Xingzhi asked Scott suspiciously, "What is this?"

Scott said in a low voice: "This was drawn by the kid named Wood. When I was playing with this kid in the morning, he showed me his picture album, and I saw this painting by accident. It stands to reason A child would not draw such a violent and bloody picture for no reason, so I asked him why he drew this picture."

Ren Xingzhi said, "Why did he paint?"

Scott was softer than before, and said in a voice that only four people could hear: "Wood said that when the sun just went down two weeks ago, he was catching small bugs in the woods next to the beach with the children around him, and the result was He found this scene behind a rock, and then he ran back home quickly. The child was timid and drew it without telling his mother."

After hearing this, Allen said: "It may be the group of Dagon secret sects. The fact that there are fewer and fewer people in the city is not because they are about to be killed, right?"

Ren Xingzhi said: "It is very possible that there may be some people from Dagon Esotericism mixed in the city. Everyone should be vigilant. After dinner, let's go to the weapon shop in the city first."

The others nodded, and Wipson patted Scott and said, "You can do it, kid. The kid didn't tell her mother, but told you."

Scott raised his head slightly, and said proudly: "We are charming, Wood and I are good buddies, and I even taught him how to draw. Who made us come from a family of artists!"

Scott's face is quite proud, after all, he has no capital to be proud in this regard.His parents are both well-known dramatists and painters in Boston, and he also showed amazing artistic talent since he was a child.It is no exaggeration to say that with his ability, he can even serve as an art teacher in a university.

Fortunately, this son of a rich family does not have the flamboyance and arrogance of the second generation of the rich. On the contrary, he worked very hard when studying history in college, and he was kind and humble, and he was extremely harmonious when he got along with teachers and classmates. Although sometimes a bit jumpy, but everyone is willing to make friends with him.

Therefore, with his social skills and emotional intelligence, he can often get some useful intelligence and information from others, which is also considered his outstanding ability.

(End of this chapter)