Give Trisolarans a little Earth Shock

Just when the director wanted to describe this place in more detail.

"Oh!"

A muffled gunshot sounded from the depths of the building!

"Protect the Wallfacers!" The chief shouted hastily.

All the policemen immediately surrounded Taylor, drew their guns vigilantly and pointed at the lonely building.

The students who didn't hear the gunshots in the distance were still approaching slowly, looking at the building that the police were pointing their guns at with puzzled eyes.

"Don't protect me." Taylor said, and his figure disappeared into the space.

Everyone looked at Taylor as if he was invisible, disappearing from sight.

The next moment, the door of the room on the small attic opened, and Taylor, the Wallfacer, came out from the inside, stood on the balcony and said to them.

"Come in."

A hint of shock flashed in the eyes of the several policemen, they didn't expect this Wallfacer to be so powerful after turning into a quantum ghost.

Follow the orders of the Wallfacer.

The chief kept vigilant with all the police officers, kicked open the gate, walked in, and quickly conducted a check.

There is a big round table with a lot of strange props on it, a bit like something used to play board games, two or three computers, and some ordinary furniture.

"The first floor is safe, go to the second floor."

The director waved his hand for everyone to follow.

However, as soon as they stepped onto the second floor, an extremely pungent and unpleasant smell rushed into their noses instantly, making these experienced police officers want to vomit.

Every step I take feels like I'm stepping on glue.

The second floor does not have any furniture and facilities, it is an open space, but it is indescribable how weird it is at first sight.

Because there is a dead body in the four corners of the room, and the floor is covered with strange words and spells, and once the characters on the ground are carefully observed, the vision of all the police officers will become blurred, trembling, and even can't help but secrete tears.

The chief quickly turned his attention away from the floor and looked towards the four corners.

In addition to a corpse in each corner, there is also a strange drum in front of the corpse. The drum skin looks like some kind of slimy skin, not like a drum skin that can be knocked at all.

In the center of the room was a burnt fire, and behind it, near the balcony, was a marble platform.

A statue of Cthulhu exuding a strange and viscous atmosphere looms above.

Taylor took a serious look at the people at the four corners. Apart from the fact that their heads were still human, the skin under the heads showed a twisted, wrinkled, and slippery disgusting appearance. The muscle fibers broke away from the skeleton and protruded outwards. It is hanging pitifully on the skeleton of flesh and blood.

A closer look reveals that their skin has been peeled off and nailed to a drum stand.

Then they beat the human skin drum with the bones in their arms.

After the ceremony, all four committed suicide by drinking bullets.

Each gun had a silencer on its muzzle, and that was why they heard it so muffled.

"This is a ceremony to summon Cthulhu, but the steps are incorrect. If they are really Cthulhu literature lovers, they shouldn't make this mistake." Taylor said strangely.

Is this so-called 'Witness of Cthulhu' just a superficial organization?

Outside the small attic.

The following students blinked and Taylor disappeared, blinked again, and Taylor appeared from the upstairs balcony, which made them feel amazing!I couldn't help but walked into the attic excitedly.

However, the strong pungent smell made them stop in an instant, turned around and ran out of the room to vomit.

Only a small number of adaptable people managed to get up to the second floor, but they were still frightened by the tragic situation on the second floor and collapsed to the ground, and then screamed disgusted by the weird slime on the ground!

There are also a small number of people who, in order to gain traffic, resisted their nausea and recorded the video.

"This is Professor Jinlis from our School of Folklore, and that is Professor Wende from Archaeology. How did they become like this?" A boy said with a confused look.

Taylor didn't care about whether the things here would spread, so he didn't stop those people from videotaping, but when he heard that someone knew the four dead, Taylor pulled the boy.

"You know them?"

"I know. Except for the two professors I just mentioned, the other two are very famous professors." The boy said nervously.

"Who are they?" Taylor asked, pointing to the other two professors.

"He is Professor Wallis Barrett of Anthropology, and the other is Professor Motley Rush of Occultology." The boy pointed to the other two corpses.

Taylor was puzzled. A folklorist, an archaeologist, an anthropologist, and a occultist. The four corpses were not from the same academy, but they could gather together to perform this wrong ceremony at the same time.

It's as if someone is trying to make mistakes with these high-level intellectuals.

"But why use these four professors for trial and error?"

......

Wen Xi, who was climbing the mountain with Professor Meng and the others on Kunlun, looked at the sun in the sky and sighed: "Mountain climbing is really boring. It's better to stay at home and use Douyin."

"Hey, Wen Xi, come up quickly!"

Standing on the top of a small hill, Meng Meng yelled at Wenxi who looked like a grandfather walking.

The echo of the mountain wall carried the girl's voice far away.

Professor Meng also stood on it and said: "The air in the mountains is really good, and it is a good place for cultivating immortals."

"coming."

Wen Xi replied weakly.

It's not that climbing the mountain takes a lot of effort, but that it's too boring and feels uncomfortable.

At this moment, a phone call came.

"Strange, how could someone call at this time?"

He answered the phone with a strange mood.

"Hello, may I ask if you are a Ph.D. in folklore from Peking University, are you Wenxi himself?"

"Uh, tell me your bank card number, and I'll take care of it for you."

"Hehe, we are not liars. This is the General Affairs Department of Peking University. We need to confirm your current location and hope that you will return to school as soon as possible to make a mental appraisal."

"I'm climbing Kunlun Mountain now, what is a mental appraisal?" Wen Xi asked suspiciously.

How does this seem to be talking about a mental patient who needs to be closely monitored?

Need a psychiatric test?

Do I still have to pay in advance?

This is probably a fake General Affairs Department.

"It's like this. The country has just issued a rule that all students in the four disciplines of archaeology, human beings, folklore, and mystery must go back to school as soon as possible to take a mental appraisal. That's right."

"I want to ask, why did you do this all of a sudden?"

"Well, about this, Dr. Wen Xi, you can read the news on the Internet. I have other people to inform. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xi also walked up to the top of the hill.

Professor Meng and Meng Meng also received the same call.

Helpless, the trip to Kunlun Mountain can only end.

Originally, Wenxi also wanted to upgrade the source of spiritual energy in Kunlun Mountain, speed up the recovery of spiritual energy, and shape himself into a lucky person who has been baptized by spiritual energy, so that the skyrocketing level of immortality will be explained later.But I didn't expect that I had only climbed for one day, and I had to rush back the next day.

After getting off the plane, before they had time to complain, the three of Wen Xi were taken back to school by a special police vehicle.

Only Professor Gong and Zhao Lianghan were left staring at each other.

"Xiaoliang, now that the myth is revived, no one knows whether it will be a troubled or a prosperous world in the future. You should consider whether to return to the capital. In the capital, at least safety is guaranteed."

"I'll think about it, sir."

As for Wen Xi, Professor Meng and Meng Meng, Peking University stayed in the school for a two-day mental appraisal. During this period, various mentally handicapped problems left Wen Xi speechless.

Especially those questions that judge whether your cognition has changed.

such as:

"This course is machine learning, why should students take the exam?" "

Of course, Wen Xi was mischievous and said, "Because the students taking the exam are all robots."

As soon as the words were finished, the eyes of the person who asked the question became sharp, and he stared at him fiercely, making him feel uncomfortable, and he stopped joking.

"Two-dimensional creatures do not have a three-dimensional concept, so as three-dimensional creatures, we theoretically do not have a four-dimensional concept, but why can we recognize that there are four dimensions in this world?" "

Damn, you deliberately made things difficult for me, this man.

Does this guy think that I have become a follower of Cthulhu and can feel the four dimensions?

Wen Xi thought to himself, and glanced at the questioner, his eyes were still sharp.

"Sorry, I'm just an ordinary doctor of folklore, I don't understand physics."

......

In this way, Wen Xi was tormented by these problems for two full days before he got a report that the mental evaluation was normal.

After submitting the report to the General Affairs Department, the girl smiled and said to Wen Xi: "Please keep your mobile phone unblocked, we will contact you at any time."

Wen Xi: "..."

He walked out of the General Affairs Department speechlessly, and after making a phone call, he learned that Meng Meng and Professor Meng had completed the assessment in only half a day, and then he went home after waiting for a long time without him coming out.

"What is misfortune coming out of your mouth!"

After returning home, Wen Xi became paralyzed and asked the system: "Who made the incident about John Niu Guo? Generally speaking, these professors are neither nor engaged in art work, so they shouldn't be tortured by Cthulhu .”

[Ding——, it was done by ETO. They tried to summon Cthulhu through wrong rituals, and then the Trisolarans observed Cthulhu through the sophon located in the eleventh dimension. 】

"It seems that this group of Trisolarans is still too idle, thinking about how to use humans to study Cthulhu every day, and I will give you a Cthulhu right now!"

Wen Xi drove Little Daisy to clean the room, and didn't come home for five days, the house was full of dust.

He lay on the bed and thought for a while, then asked: "System, can you directly manifest Hastauruk on the Trisolaran Fleet, and then let Hastauruk ignore the solar system, even if he comes near the solar system, he will turn around?" leave?"

[Ding——, yes.It takes 100 billion myth points to realize Hastauruk, and it takes [-] million myth points to generate hints that can affect Hastauruk. Whether to confirm the realization. 】

"Yes, hurry up, I want those Trisolarans to try the taste of the enhanced version of the new crown. When you have a sheep, and then continue to sheep, so that you still have the energy to pay attention to the earth, I admire you! "