Chapter 491 Fishing Harbor Fright

   "Boom, boom!!"

  Amidst the deep thunder, the torrential rain poured down, covering the entire Innsmouth in heavy rain. And in this torrential rain, several figures wrapped in tattered raincoats and cloaks were walking slowly on the streets of Innsmouth, holding flashlights, long forks and fishing nets.

Through the flashes of lightning and the dim light of the flashlight, it can be seen that the skin under the cloak is very wet and slippery. Their necks are even more swollen and swollen, and organs like fish gills can be seen in one of them. Up one.

These are the Cultists of Innsmouth, and they prowl the streets for nothing but the hunt at the moment—to catch those stupid out-of-town tourists wandering alone, and make them sacrifices to Dagon sacrifice.

   It's just that today it seems impossible to gain anything.

  The cultist headed by him sighed. It is almost impossible for a fool to come out to die on such a night. In fact, he already felt a little tired.

  Thinking of this, the cultist turned his head and looked behind him, wanting to ask if this should be the end of the day.

However………

   people?

  Looking at the empty street behind him, the cultist couldn't help being taken aback. He clearly remembered that the other people were behind him just now, why did they disappear in the blink of an eye?

   Could it be that they all felt too hard and ran away long ago, and no one even told themselves?

   "—————!!"

Just when the cultist was bewildered, suddenly a black shadow like a poisonous snake flew out from the alley behind him, and directly wrapped around the cultist's neck. Before he could react, the next moment The cultist was directly pulled into the alley, and there was no more movement.

  The torrential rain still did not stop, but Innsmouth was as quiet as ever.

   Until the sun comes up.

"What did you say?"

  Sitting behind the desk, the well-dressed middle-aged man frowned and stared at the submissive subordinate in front of him. As the patriarch of the Frink family, he originally expected to start the day with a good mood, but his good mood didn't last for a few minutes before he was completely ruined by the bad news brought by his subordinates.

  According to the subordinates, on the streets of Innsmouth this morning, people found the bodies of several town residents, and they were members of the Frink family slave hunting team!

   "Dead? All dead? Are you sure?"

   "Yes, yes, their bodies were found in the street this morning..."

   "Damn, what's going on?! Block the news for me immediately! I want to go there myself...Damn, where are their bodies?"

   "Already, it has been sent to the police station..."

   Before his subordinates finished speaking, Patriarch Frink stood up angrily, strode out of the study, and immediately ordered someone to drive him to the police station.

   Along the way, Patriarch Frink himself also looked solemn. He couldn't figure out who would do such a thing. His first reaction was that the other three families tried to hinder his sacrifice to Dagon, but it didn't make sense. Because there is no particularly important sacrificial ceremony recently, but who would do such a thing except them?

   This question was not resolved until Patriarch Frink came to the police station, but he temporarily put this matter behind him.

  The chief of police naturally knows Patriarch Frink. In fact, the police station is full of their people. This is why every time an outsider disappears here, the final investigation ends without a problem.

  The Chief of Police took Patriarch Frink to the morgue and showed him the corpses.

"It was discovered this morning. It was an old Pete who found them. You know, they always go fishing early, but he just opened the door and saw these corpses lying in disorder on the street in front of his house. You can't even imagine that old guy will one day bark louder than the girls, almost screaming all the neighbors."

   As he spoke, the chief of police lifted the white cloth covering the corpse. Seeing this corpse, even Patriarch Frink could not help but tremble.

  Under the white cloth, he was a member of the slave hunting team. His eyes were round and his mouth was wide open. His hideous, fearful and distorted expression was very much like the sacrifices sacrificed in the sacrificial ceremony. And there was a long opening on his neck. Patriarch Frink frowned and looked at the chief of police next to him, hoping that he could give him an answer.

   "That's fatal."

   Logically speaking, smoking is not allowed in the morgue, but the police chief obviously didn't care. He lit a cigarette, and then raised his finger to the neck of the corpse.

"As you can see, we suspected that something went through his neck, like a hook or something, and pulled him straight through like a hanging pig. And then he just died, poor People who don't know what he saw before he died, but I think it must be something beyond their imagination."

  “…………”

   Patriarch Frink was silent, listening to the police chief's introduction without saying a word, and then he raised his eyebrows.

   "Does anyone know anything about this?"

"Basically there are only locals, those out-of-town tourists care more about the beach and wine, but I suggest you pay attention to the so-called backpackers, this place is too open, maybe they will hide somewhere like mice on."

   "I see, thanks."

   Chief Frink certainly knew what the chief of police meant—Innesmouth used to be a town, and it was famous for its shipbuilding industry at that time, and it was quite developed. But then, with the decline of Innsmouth's manufacturing industry, it is now more like a village. Most people gather in the east of the town, and many other places are ruins and house wreckage that have long been empty.

   Few people would come to Innsmouth before. Although the rumors and rumors surrounding them sounded superstitious and stupid, they did a good job of discouraging those outsiders from trying to find out. But it’s different now. More and more people are going to Innsmouth. Some of them travel here, and some of them confuse the people of Innsmouth—such as backpackers. An idiot running around with a bag makes even the residents of Innsmouth who believe in evil gods wonder why someone is so poor that he has no money to eat and travels everywhere.

   Of course, these idiots are also the best sacrifices for Innsmouth to sacrifice.

Walking out of the police station, Chief Frink raised his head and looked at the sky. The weather was fine today, with dark clouds covering the sky and no dazzling sunlight. The moist water vapor in the air made him feel refreshed and refreshed, but he didn’t know Why, Patriarch Frink has a bad feeling.

   It seems that this is just the beginning.

   Patriarch Frink's hunch was correct.

  Early the next morning, what came along with the screams was shocking news.

   "It's Fulson's people! Their people were killed too!"

   It was the young man who brought the news to Patriarch Frink, but this time he was not beaten down by the patriarch for bringing bad news. But this news is also disturbing.

  Hearing the answer from his subordinates, Patriarch Frink frowned again. He originally suspected that the situation was wrong, but now it seems that it is indeed the case.

   It's just that he intends to wait and see what happens to see what's going on.

   However, the situation is becoming more and more disturbing.

  After the failure of the Fulsom family's slave hunting team, it was the Spock Association's turn this time. Those bloody, excited and fanatical believers who worshiped the great gods in the deep sea finally hit the iron plate. After learning of what happened to the slave catchers of the Frink family and the Fulsom family, the Spock Association angrily organized several patrols. They were no longer slave catchers with fishing nets and pitchforks. , but armed militia groups with sophisticated guns and weapons, they vowed to find the murderer who killed the residents of Innsmouth town, and let him die in the most painful and crazy sacrifice. die.

So when night fell, this group of dozens of capable, strong, young, and brave guys set off on patrol, holding bright flashlights in their hands, as well as various firearms and weapons, and it was even rumored that They enlisted the help of the inhabitants who were hidden in the depths of the sea and did not belong to this land.

   But this still doesn't help.

  The next morning, their bodies were found at the fountain in the town square. Everyone died miserably. The guns in their hands didn't even fire, and there were no signs of struggle on their bodies, but they were all dead. Everyone has round eyes, with distorted, hideous, and fearful expressions, as if they have seen some terrible and indescribable monster...

Um?

   Something seems wrong?

After a few days in a row, the town of Innsmouth has fallen into extreme panic. The residents of the town locked themselves in their houses and dared not go out when it got dark, and the patriarch Frink and others were not idle. They sent people to All outsiders who learned about these murders, or those who tried to find out, were arrested, and they were all caught in the dungeon to be sacrificed as gifts. At the same time, they also began to make great efforts to check the houses in Innsmouth one by one, trying to find clues.

  However, it’s okay if you don’t check it, but it’s even more surprising when you check it!

As we all know, after the decline of Innsmouth, only a small area was inhabited, and most of the buildings in other areas were uninhabited. Their doors and windows were boarded up. Empty houses that have been abandoned - of course, this is only the opinion of those outsiders.

   But in fact it is not.

  The people of Innsmouth all have the blood of the deep divers, so the older they get, the less and less human their appearance is. In this case, it is of course impossible for outsiders to see them. Therefore, after the appearance of these people has changed to a certain extent, they will hide in these empty rooms that appear to be sealed off, and enter the sea after they are completely transformed into deep divers.

  However, when the four major families investigated, it was discovered that those who were waiting in the house to return to the sea after complete transformation were all dead!

   All killed!

   What is even more frightening is that they are not even sure whether these people have been killed a long time ago, or they died not long ago!

what is going on? !

  Who the hell? Who did it?

   Now, the four major families all panicked.

  At the beginning, they thought it was holding each other back—this is actually quite normal, even if everyone believes in evil gods, it doesn’t mean there is no conflict.

For example, there is even a doctrinal dispute between the Frink family and the Fulsom family - the Frink family has always claimed that the bloodline ancestor of Innsmouth is a "saint" of their family who shared the bed with a great being from the deep sea Incense inherited from pregnancy after sleeping together.

However, the Fulsson family thought this statement was insulting to the "godhead". They claimed that the "saint" did not share the bed with the great being, but was blessed by the great being in a dream, and then she was a virgin like this. The body gave birth to the descendants of the Deep Ones...

  So around the doctrine of the saint giving birth, both sides can quarrel. The former thinks that the latter does not respect historical facts, and the latter thinks that the former is blasphemy to put gold on his face...

  In this case, holding back the opponent is the basic operation. In fact, at the beginning, the four major families also suspected that there was something wrong with each other, so they checked each other during the investigation, but when they found that all the residents who were about to transform into deep divers were killed, they immediately discovered the situation Not right.

   You must know that these deep divers are going to throw themselves into the sea to embrace the great existence after transformation! It's their business to fight back between them. Whoever can do such a thing is blasphemy!

   Who did it? !

  At this moment, the rulers of the four major families were all chilling in their hearts. You must know that they always believed that Innsmouth was a place without any secrets under their hands. Their ancestors have lived here for generations, and everything here is under their control, there can be no problems! Even if it is a foreigner, as long as he comes here, the four major families will know about it immediately, but, unexpectedly, someone is killing people under his nose, but he doesn't know anything?

   "We have to sit down and discuss this issue!"

   At this time, Patriarch Frink finally made a decision.

  (end of this chapter)