Creation: I Am Azathoth

a month later.

night.

London is lit with thousands of lights.

Many believers gathered in the church, and they prayed devoutly to the Messiah.

The church is full of sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Broken shadows mottled on the crystal glass.

Believers entered the church one by one, praying for the safety of themselves and their families.

The belief in the Messiah has spread across the European continent as it did in the Middle Ages.

And in the backyard of the church, several night watchmen gathered together.

They were dressed in light black clothing and cloaks, looking majestic.

"A believer just said that her neighbor's house has been making strange noises recently, and there is also a bad smell floating near the stairs."

"She was very scared and hoped that His Majesty the great Messiah would bless her."

"Who are you going to take a look at?"

"I'll go."

Several night watchmen whispered.

The person who offered to investigate was George Caesar.

George went out from the side of the church, followed by two military night watchmen.

The three went to the apartment that the old lady believer said.

When George arrived at the apartment, he found a "under maintenance" sign on the elevator door.

The elevator was dark.

There is a smear of dark yellow unknown liquid on the brand, which looks very disgusting.

"in maintenance?"

George frowned, turned and headed for the stairs.

In the stairwell, George faintly smelled a rotten smell.

"It's weird."

The stairs at night are empty.

The lights in the stairs are also sporadic.

In the entire apartment, apart from the "sizzling" and "sizzling" sounds from the light bulbs, only the footsteps of George and the other two night watchmen remained.

The light of the flashlight bloomed in the hands of two night watchmen.

George was at the forefront and didn't rely on any lighting tools.

The scene in the night was almost clear to George.

George climbed the twenty-first floor with ease and ease.

He stood at the head of the stairs on the twenty-first floor, looked at the steps below, shook his head and said:

"Lifts and stair lights are broken, cobwebs and bugs in corners. Is this really London?"

London is a city known for its prosperity.

The darkness under the bustling hides in the slums.

Although the location of this apartment is not a rich area, it is by no means a poor area.

Such an apartment should not be in such a bad condition.

"right here."

On the east side of the twenty-first floor is the old lady of the believer.

On the west side is the neighbor mentioned by the old lady when she prayed.

Standing in front of the door on the west side, George could feel the extremely pungent rancid smell.

The taste is simply unbearable.

Even well-trained fighters couldn't help frowning.

A night watchman frowned and asked:

"Deacon George. Shall we go and ask the old lady about the situation here?"

George nodded, and instructed the two night watchmen:

"Just to be on the safe side, go knock on the door and ask about the situation."

"I'll go in and see what's going on here."

"Remaining friends, you are ready to call for reinforcements.

"I don't think it's easy."

The two night watchmen nodded at the same time, expressing their understanding.

George took a deep breath and kicked open the door on the west side.

The room was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

An extremely pungent rancid smell wafted over.

This living room is full of dark yellow pus!

From walls to ceilings, from sofas to TVs.

In these dark yellow pus, you can see traces of blood!

The thick yellow pus was still dripping from the ceiling.

Seeing such a strange scene, George felt his scalp tingling.

The dark yellow pus is like the mother of worms.

"Damn it, is it the mother of worms reviving?"

George glanced again at the living room and saw many footprints.

It looks disorganized, but points to the bedroom.

what's in the bedroom

Holding onto the idea that the mother of worms might still be hiding in the bedroom.

George moved forward cautiously, and the scorching breath between his fingers rose gradually.

The moment George stepped into the bedroom, he smelled a strong, nauseating smell of blood.

The entire bedroom was covered in blood.

Drops, sprays, and various bloodstains filled the bedroom.

On the bed in this bedroom lay a headless male corpse.

And on his corpse, countless worms crawled.

...`Damn it!'

George's complexion was a little bad.

Clearly, there is no mother of worms here.

But it doesn't rule out that the mother of worms is in another room.

George immediately exited the bedroom and went to sleep on his side.

"Crunch—"

The sound of the door swinging resounded throughout the house.

The room was horribly empty (good promise good).

George entered it cautiously against the wall, but the sight surprised him.

The room is neat and tidy, and there is a purple bookcase in the northeast corner of the room.

The pink gauze curtain swayed in the wind.

A fine piano stands in front of the window.

Teddy bear lies on the pink bed.

"Is this a little girl's room?"

Suddenly, in the dark, George saw the pink notebook on the piano stand.

"Huh? Is it a diary?"

George walked over, picked up the pink notebook casually, and started flipping through it.

The handwriting of the notebook is neat.

However, George clearly saw several spelling errors.

"This is the diary of a little girl."

George began to read. .