Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 35 The Rat in the Wall

"Chief Black! Where's Chief Black!"

A horrified shout came from outside the guard post. It was a man with a hoarse voice. It looked like his vocal cords were about to break after shouting all the way.

Spencer and Price were taken to big city hospitals.Qi Wen is not in a hurry to invite Amanda to leave, and is happy to stay here and do something.

By the way, the appearance of the deep diver is also a rare learning opportunity for him.

The remaining patrolmen refurbished during the day and received enough ammunition.

Now suddenly someone comes out and yells during martial law, which is obviously very abnormal.

A man in his 30s who was dressed more luxuriously, tall and thin, with black hair, stepped on the still wet road with slippers, making a squeaking sound.

The hem of his clothes was soaked with water, but he didn't care at all. He ran to the door of the guard post, holding on to the wooden door railing. There were a few invisible claw marks on his face, and he gasped for air:
"Where's Chief Black? I have something urgent to ask him!"

Blake was obviously busy checking whether the cultists left any traces near the factory. After all, the problem came from there, and there was no way to come back at least today.

Originally, when Daniels or Zussman were still alive, the two of them could make decisions.

The only patrol captain here who can speak well now is the patrol captain named Norris.

It is said that he retired as a patrol officer and was once a colonel.But I don’t know why he went to such a remote place to become a patrol captain. There are many positions suitable for him in big cities.

He was the first to call Amanda and recognize him.

Norris signaled his men not to act rashly and said seriously:

"Mr. Walter Delapore, this is during the martial law period. Unless there are special circumstances, you should stay in your apartment and not leave the house. I remember that you spent a lot of money to buy many different breeds of pet cats. If you feed them all, it will be enough to pass the time."

Walter had obviously not recovered from the rush of running all the way, and there was an impatient look on his face. This kind of descendant of a noble family with some assets obviously did not respect the patrol officers very much, and he muttered:

"I still don't know what you mean? You want to get some money from me, right? Then you can announce that you will not punish me. Haha, I took the risk this time, but there is something very dangerous to do. Report it, maybe you will report it to the mayor to reward me!"

When Walter spoke, the beard on his upper lip swelled, his eyes looked a little contemptuous, and the panic just now gradually subsided.

Qi Wen looked at Walter with interest, and suddenly imitated a cat and meowed:
"Meow-"

"what--"

Walter immediately made a violent reaction, screamed, and rushed into the crowd of patrolmen. His face instantly turned into tears, like a frightened child, placed on the face of a middle-aged man. Up, it's disgusting.

Amanda thought this Walter was a little strange. Norris just said that this guy had a lot of cats, but why was he actually frightened by the meowing of cats?
"Don't catch me, don't catch me! I'm not a mouse, I'm not a mouse"

Walter casually grabbed the arm of a patrolman, hid his tall and thin figure behind the patrolman, and kept repeating pitiful words.

Isn't this crazy?

If you keep a cat, do you think you are a mouse?
I really don’t understand the brain circuits of rich people.

Norris winked at the two patrolmen. At this moment, the nearby residences should be able to hear the cry of the frightened rich man.

This was not conducive to soothing the mood during martial law. The two patrol officers, one on the left and one on the right, carried Mr. Walter into the interior of the post.

Amanda looked at Qi Wen curiously and asked:
"Isn't this guy a cat owner? Why did he get so frightened when he heard the cat's voice? Does he really think he is a mouse?"

Norris motioned for them to go in too. He seemed to know some interesting facts about the Walter Delapore family, and explained:
"The de la Poer family is not local. Mr. Walter's grandfather migrated here. It is said that there was a plague of rats in their hometown, and many people died. Therefore, the De La Pole family has developed a habit of domesticating many Habits of cats. After the family moved here, they didn’t know what kind of business their hometown was doing. New servants and housekeepers were recruited here, and not many people were brought from their hometown. A few years ago, this Mr. Walter went back to deal with it. There is nothing particularly noteworthy about the affairs of my hometown, demolition of the ancestral house and donation of local property."

Amanda inexplicably remembered a question she had seen on a website before:
If you traveled to the Cthulhu worldview, what would you do to survive safely?
One of them is if a distant relative in the family who has not been in touch with you for several generations tells you that you have an inheritance to inherit, or you remember that your ancestors were once rich and needed a large villa and countless gold and silver jewelry. deal with.Then run as far as you can and never touch it.

It seems that Mr. Walter did a very good job. He directly made a decision that went against his ancestors, changed hands of all his ancestral home and property, and then ran back to stay elsewhere.

Maybe it was just a nightmare, and I happened to be caught when I fell asleep, and my spirit was overly sensitive.

Amanda thought this way, it's impossible that this ancestor of the Delapore family was also involved in the secrets of the cult's priests.

His luck shouldn't be that bad. Ever since he woke up and met the first person a few days ago, he seemed to have been sucked into a terrifying whirlpool that he had no contact with in his peaceful life in the past.

Strange things happened one after another.

"I'm not a mouse, I'm not a mouse"

Walter was obviously frightened by the meow, and Amanda didn't know what to think.

Logically speaking, even if the family ancestors have memories of rat plagues, they should be afraid of rats rather than cats.

This Walter, must he be really stupid?

Before Amanda thought too much, she saw Walter break away from the two patrolmen, run to the wall, press his forehead against the corner, and rub his ears against it, as if listening to something.

Walter turned around suddenly, and squatted on the ground mysteriously, like a mouse sitting up. His eyes, which were originally normal, bulged into round shapes, blinked quickly, and his voice became high-pitched:
"There are mice in the wall, listen, there are mice in the wall! I said the mouse is not me, it is in the wall! Haha, now you believe it, it's not me, it's not me."

Well, it looks like he is really crazy.

Norris covered his head helplessly and said:

"Send him to be locked up inside. Call the butler of the Delapore family and take him back at night."

Amanda became more and more curious about Qi Wen's inexplicable meow, so she leaned over and asked:
"Do you know something, how can this guy change from a normal person to a neurotic when you make a move?"

(End of this chapter)