Infinite：Reincarnation World Comes

Su Zefan looked at the manuscript recorded by Professor Anji and knew that in the manuscript story, the police officers should see the believers of kesulu.

Sure enough, along the way, Legolas and his men dragged along in the black mud, marching towards the red fire and the indistinct sound of hand drums.

Human beings have their own voice, and wild animals have their own voice; However, when one voice cries out a different kind of voice, things become creepy.

The frenzied and disorderly cries of roaring and screaming kept ringing. The police officers listened to the voice that humans should never make, each with inexplicable fear.

Once in a while, after the roar and hoarse roar stopped, a chorus composed of hoarse voices would suddenly ring out after repeated practice, chanting the chilling words like a song:

“PhngluimglwnafhCthulhuRlyehwgahnaglfhtagn.”

"In laleier's house, the sleeping kesulu is waiting for you to dream."

Finally, they came to a place with sparse trees.

Four policemen shook their bodies dizzily, one policeman fainted directly, and two policemen screamed in panic.

A large group of people are jumping and twisting morbidly in the open space. It is an indescribable and descriptive scene. These people are naked, hissing like donkeys, mooing like bulls, and rolling and twisting around a terrible ring campfire.

In the center of the campfire stands a giant granite about eight feet high; On top of the rock is a small statue of evil.

With the single stone surrounded by flame as the center, ten wooden frames are set up and evenly surrounded into a big circle.

All the missing locals are dead, leaving only some of the strangely damaged bodies hanging helplessly in the middle of the wooden frame. In the circle composed of wooden frames, the worshippers are jumping and shouting. They generally swim from left to right for an endless indulgence carnival.

After being frightened, the police officers picked up guns and rushed to the disgusting mob. Finally, he caught 47 gloomy believers and took down the statuette on the granite boulder.

That's what happened... The figurine, which inspector Legolas brought to archaeologists in 1908.

Suze read it for a while and put it down: "the teachings described by this sect are very interesting."

Professor Angie obviously doesn't know how many times he has watched these manuscripts and kept the contents in mind.

"According to them, they worship the old rulers. As early as the earth was young, these beings fell from the sky and lived here before all humans appeared. Now, the old ruler is dead, buried in the depths of the earth and sunk in the abyss of the sea. "

"That statue is the great ksuru, but no one knows if it still exists like him. Human beings and the whole world look like a recent moment. Long before ancient times, there were other "things" that ruled the earth. They built magnificent cities. "

"The old masters were not flesh and blood. They have their own shape, but that shape is not made of matter. When the stars return, they can fly over the sky and rush from one world to another; But when the stars are in the wrong position, they can't continue to live. Although they no longer live, they will never really die. "

"They all lie in the stone houses of their majestic city lalaya. When the stars and the earth are ready again, they will be reborn in glory. They can only lie awake in the dark, thinking, and let thousands of years pass by. They know everything that happens in the universe, and they communicate through scattered thinking. "

Professor Anji said here with a very undisguised excitement: "after the stars move to the right position, mankind will become like the old dominators: free, wild, surpassing good and evil. After leaving law and morality aside, everyone will scream, kill and revel in ecstasy."

"Then the old rulers who regain freedom will teach them to shout, kill, revel and enjoy themselves in a new way. The slaughter of freedom and revelry will burn the whole world like a flame..."

"We've never heard of this sect, this idea, this idea, have we?"

Su Ze said lightly, "in fact, think carefully... This can not be called detachment from good and evil, but should be called reversing good and evil. If good and evil and human order are meaningless and indifferent to the old rulers, why is murder ecstatic and pleasure carnival? "

"Even if people return to animal nature, they will not be happy to kill their own kind. These believers are talking about contradictory words. "

"Even according to their description, killing and sacrifice should not be able to please the old rulers. Such a great existence even has no attitude towards human joys and sorrows."

Professor Angie listened and excitedly took out a pen: "you really know the ksuru sect very well!"

"Go on, I want to write it down!"

"When did the ksurus come into being? What are the branches? Are there doctrinal disputes within you? "

Suze was speechless: "I'm not from the ksuru sect... I just want to know something about the ksuru sect through you, that's all."

"Is that so?"

Professor Anji stared at Su Ze suspiciously and still refused to put down his pen.

He seemed to regard his pen as a sharp sword and refused to put it down. He was always ready to wave it and record the possible enemies.

"Yes, that's all."

Suze stood up and said, "I'm very interested in kesulu, the old dominator. Professor Angie, if you can get new information about this, I hope you can think of me and let me participate in it. "

"I'm very interested in these things."

Professor Angie looked at him in surprise. He always felt that the man in front of him seemed to have other purposes.

This purpose was obscure and didn't seem malicious, but it made him feel uneasy instinctively.

For a moment, he didn't understand how to describe it. After sending the next door neighbor out, he sat back in his seat.

The gentle sunlight projected in from the window. Professor Anji was not in the mood to pack up the tea set, the bookcase and manuscripts in front of him.

He stared at the manuscript in front of him as if fascinated. He picked up the top page and recited it.

"In lalaiye's house, the sleeping kesulu is waiting for you to dream..."

A strange and hoarse voice came from his own mouth. When he realized all this, he put down the manuscript in panic and gasped back to his chair.

When the sun shone on him, he didn't feel the slightest warmth, but felt a cold feeling like sea water.

This feeling made his forehead sweat one after another.

This strange and vicious sect... Why does it have some strange magic that can't be rejected

Professor Anji didn't understand, and even felt very uneasy about his aphasia and instinctive recitation.

Does Mr. Suze's visit have anything to do with the ksuru sect?

Is he a kosuru?

Can he recite that strange whisper, too?

Professor Anji thought absently. After a long time, he finally had to get up and clean up the bookcase and the black tea set on the table.

At this time, he remembered complaining about the servant before.

Only then will Professor Angie think that the existence of servants is necessary.

As a respectable and elegant gentleman and an authoritative doctor of archaeology, he had to make black tea and clean up these tea sets by himself. This in itself is an incredible waste of brain power.

Repetitive and monotonous ordinary work is what he tries to avoid.

Unfortunately, when there was no servant, he could only do so.

Because of these complicated things, Professor Anji stopped thinking about the ksuru sect for a while and gradually emptied his mind and complained about the servant.

Unknowingly, another day passed. Professor Anji had a full time on the last day at the end of February. He met several old friends, talked about some interesting things in the archaeological community, and came back with his crutch.

The so-called old friends, perhaps in his eyes, should be called "children".

Because the oldest is only 70 years old, and the rest are over 60 years old, belonging to Professor Anji's student generation.

However, there is no way. Professor Anji may have turned himself into another antique object in the process of archaeology, which led him to look for his peers. When he turned back to look for his peers, he could not find a few friends of his peers.

He can only condescend to himself and some younger generation to become "old friends", which sometimes makes him feel uncomfortable.

When another morning came, on the first day of March 1925, Professor Anji opened the door and saw a young man with slightly protruding eyes standing at the door.

"Hello..."

The young man looked pale and stammered, "my name is Henry Anthony Wilcox. Do you remember me?"

Professor Angie frowned and thought about it. He thought of a prominent family with few deep friends. Henry was the youngest child in that family.

"Oh, I remember you. How's your father? I remember he always drank some red wine after dinner. He had a different taste. Is that still the case now? "

"Yes, he has always been like this." Wilcox replied.

Professor Angie talked to him politely for a moment and then asked him to come in and talk about it.