Chapter 500 Miskatonic University

   Miskatonic University.

  In this world, this is a prestigious university among players. It has world-class specialties in archaeology, occultism, history and psychology. Not only that, but in the library of the University of Michigan, the most famous magic books are kept, including the most original version of the "Necronomicon" that players are jealous of.

  In addition, the museum of the University of Michigan also has priceless treasures, including jewelry from R'lyeh, rare treasures from the dreamland, and even Naia artifacts from Egypt.

   For players, UM is more than just a university.

  It is a treasury, a bank!

   So many treasures are hidden inside, waiting for them to explore!

   That's right, for players, a university like the University of Michigan, which is like a bank treasure house, is simply the most coveted treasure in their eyes!

   Among other things, just the library of the University of Michigan made a group of players drool.

  Do you want "Necronomicon"?

  Do you want "The King in Yellow"?

  Want "Secret of Worms"?

  Do you want "Nakt Codex"?

  Do you want "Raliyah Text"?

  ... No, I can’t go on, just looking at the title of this book makes my mouth water.

  The kind that can’t be stopped.

   Logically speaking, in a place like this, the players must be flocking to it and dancing with demons, and the damage is worse than Innsmouth. But this is not the case, for two reasons.

  First, the security force of the University of Michigan is extremely strong, and ordinary people cannot get out after entering.

  Second, you have these books by fate, but not necessarily by fate!

  Of course, these are not a big problem for Duanmu Huai, after all, he not only has the genes of Raven Guard, but also has the heart of Blood Raven.

  How did you say that sentence?

knowledge is power!

   Let's guard it!

  That's right, as the judge who inherited the Heart of the Blood Raven, what happened to Duanmu Huai borrowing a few books?

   Can the matter of the judge be called stealing?

  But Duanmuhuai didn't intend to do anything.

  The reason is very simple, you have to get these books by fate, not necessarily by fate!

  You must know that it is enough for the Inquisitor to deal with the evil gods of the subspace of the Milky Way, and it is simply tiresome to use the cult to provoke those outer gods in the universe.

  Of course, it’s not that there are no judges who want to drive away wolves, such as letting the treacherous crafty fight Naia... But for most judges, they would rather regard this as a last resort.

   After all, no matter who wins, it is not a good thing for humans.

  In fact, strictly speaking, many players feel that the evil gods have little chance of winning against the outer gods.

  Although the two sides have never faced each other head-on, many investigators and judges think so.

  The reason is quite simple.

  In the final analysis, the evil **** is a subspace creature, and it can only "indirectly" affect the creatures in the real world in the subspace. To put it simply, all believers who believe in evil gods, after being bewitched by them in the real world, take the initiative to hold some evil and blasphemous rituals, and then use these rituals to weaken the boundary between the real world and the subspace, and then the evil gods can send their own men out Open PARTY.

  But the Outer Gods are different, their bodies are located in the subspace and the real world at the same time. This is also the reason why many people can inadvertently feel the thoughts of the outer gods through sleep or spirit. Not only that, the outer gods don't care too much about believers, because their own power is strong enough, and they don't need to collect their souls to grow themselves by bewitching and tempting mortals to degenerate like evil gods.

  Not only that, the spiritual induction of the Outer God is more like a kind of spiritual pollution. It will not transform the firm believers into corruption, but directly destroy their minds and turn them into crazy fragments.

   As we all know, destruction is far easier than construction. Of course, you evil gods can try their best to make mortals fall, kneel at your feet and become your believers. Then maybe your believer will go crazy just looking at the foreign god, and people don't want your believer, just let him go crazy and collapse, so what can you do?

  So compared to the evil gods, everyone is more afraid of the outer gods.

  Although a judge once said harshly, saying that if humans can’t defeat the evil god, then he will go to the Eye of Chaos to summon Azathoth...

  Of course, that's just talking. You still have a chance against Chaos God. If Azathoth is really called out, then everyone will die together.

  So Duanmuhuai behaved very well in this prestigious university. Even if he saw the library of the University of Michigan not far away, he didn't want to go there—now is not the time.

   Not to mention that the University of Michigan library has a dog guard who can kill the heir of the Outer God... It can't be messed with.

  After the night in the museum, Anthony first called someone to take away the corpses of the monsters, and then burned them completely. Then he and Duan Muhuai went to Miskatonic University in Arkham City to investigate the person named Christine.

   "Ah...Christine...I remember her."

   Sitting in front of Duanmuhuai and Anthony was the dean of the Art Department of Miskatonic University. He looked very rich, with a smooth head, and the pipe in his hand gave him a bit of an artist's breath.

   "That's a good girl, she's very talented, I still remember when she wanted to hold a solo exhibition..."

   "Sorry, Professor Osborn, we didn't come here to chat with you."

  Anthony's tone was a little blunt, interrupting the man in front of him trying to immerse himself in memories.

   "We are here because this student is related to an incident we are investigating. I wonder if you can give us any clues? We didn't see her name on the school's graduation roster..."

   "Oh, it's easy because she dropped out."

   "Dropped out???"

   I have to say that this answer did surprise both Duanmuhuai and Anthony. Professor Osborne, on the other hand, tapped his pipe and nodded at them.

"That's right, she didn't graduate successfully. I don't know much about the specific situation. I only know that for a while, she went out to find inspiration. After she came back, she locked herself in the studio, and then drew a picture, and then her The spirit seems to have been hit by something... Sorry, I can’t say this well, but her family dropped out of school for her, and then took her home, that was five years ago."

   "So why are her paintings in the Newburyport Museum of Art?"

   Duan Muhuai stared at the other party and asked, but Professor Osborne recalled for a moment, then nodded vigorously as if remembering something.

   "Oh, yes, at that time, I remembered that the Newburyport Museum asked us for paintings, and then we selected some of the students' paintings and gave them to them. Maybe it was at that time that her paintings were mixed in."

  “………”

  Hearing this, Duanmu Huai and Anthony glanced at each other, their expressions were a little dignified. Afterwards, Anthony turned his head and looked at the old professor.

   "Can you tell us the address or phone number of Miss Christine?"

   "Of course there is no problem."

  Professor Osborne took a pen and wrote a string of addresses and phone numbers on the paper, and handed it to Anthony, who then looked at Duanmu Huai with surprised eyes.

   "Oh, by the way, I have a kind request."

"What's up?"

   "No matter the figure or appearance of this gentleman, there is no one in a million. Such an exquisite body proportion makes people's hearts flutter. I hope to hire him as a mannequin for our art department. What do you think?"

"……………I will think about it."

   Facing Professor Osborn's warm invitation, Duanmuhuai twitched his eyes—he finally understood why the professor's gaze had been circling him curiously ever since he entered the office.

   Sure enough, there are not many normal people who can be professors at the University of Michigan.

Professor Osborne didn't care about Duanmuhuai's reaction at all. On the contrary, he enthusiastically left his phone number for Duanmuhuai, and said that if he was willing to come to the University of Michigan to be a mannequin, he would also get another A handsome reward. Considering that there is no harm in building a good relationship with the professor at the University of Michigan, Duanmuhuai still bit the bullet and reluctantly accepted the other party's business card.

  Of course, whether he wants to be a mannequin or not is another matter.

   When the two left Miskatonic University, they had sorted out the situation almost.

According to the information provided by Professor Osborn, the female student named Christine was a talented painter five years ago. At that time, she went out to find inspiration and painted this "Empty Ghost" after she came back. , and after the painting was completed, Christine had a nervous breakdown, was taken away by her family and applied for dropout.

Whether by coincidence or otherwise, Christine did not take the painting she had drawn with her, so that shortly after that, when the Newburyport Gallery sent a request to Miskatonic University , the other party packed the painting together and gave it to the Newburyport Art Museum as a student work.

   And it is this painting that summons the evil creatures living in the subspace, and hides in the museum to attack humans. Eventually led to a series of tragedies.

   Well, now the context of the matter is basically clear, there are only two problems right now.

   One, whether Christine is still alive.

  Secondly, what exactly did she encounter to draw this kind of painting that can summon monsters from another world?

   These two questions are very important. If Christine is still alive, will she paint a second "Empty Ghost" or similar paintings. By then, things will only get worse. Similarly, the "inspiration" that allowed her to draw such a terrifying monster was also a problem.

   But no matter what, they can be sure that the focus of all this is on the woman named Christine.

   Sheriff Anthony called the above number according to the information provided by Professor Osborne. To be honest, for a moment, he was a little worried whether the other party had left or the phone had long been abandoned. Fortunately, the other party answered the phone, and when Anthony asked about Christine, she said that she was indeed still at home. Although at the beginning, Christine's parents were a little uneasy about Anthony's request for a visit, but in the end they agreed. Anthony's request.

   Then the two rushed to the house of the woman named Christine without stopping again, and saw Christine in the living room.

   I have to say that after seeing this woman with their own eyes, both Duanmuhuai and Anthony were taken aback.

  They once saw a photo of Christine in the student file given by Professor Osborne. It was a girl with brown curly hair and a sweet smile.

  However, what appeared in front of them was a skinny and skinny man with completely lost hair. He looked like a cancer patient who could only linger on his last breath after several rounds of chemotherapy.

  According to her parents, after dropping out of school, she has been like this all the time, not to mention drawing, she can't even hold a pen steadily. In fact, she doesn't even dare to see anything related to painting now, whether it's a brush, paint or canvas, as long as she sees it, she will fall into a state of hysterical panic.

  Even her parents didn't know what the girl had gone through.

   Duanmuhuai stood in front of the woman, staring at her. Her eyes were as dull as those of a dead fish, and even when she saw Duanmuhuai, she didn't change her expression at all. Her dull eyes seemed to pass through Duanmuhuai completely, but looked at a certain position in the void.

   "Hello, Miss Christine."

Duanmuhuai coughed, squatted down and stared at Christine, who was just sitting in a wheelchair, shaking like a patient in a mental hospital, muttering vague words that no one could understand .

   "We are here for your painting, you should remember..."

  While talking, Duanmu Huai stared into Christine's eyes.

   "It's what you drew, the painting of 'Empty Ghost'."

   "...!"

Hearing Duanmuhuai say the word "empty ghost", Christine trembled for a moment, and her eyes seemed to recover a little light at this moment - like charcoal that had been extinguished before, and a few words appeared again. Like a ray of fire.

   "Ah... ah..."

  She opened her mouth and let out an indistinct cry, while Duanmu Huai stared into her eyes, slowly releasing a trace of fear aura.

   "Tell me, where did you get your inspiration? How did you draw that painting?!"

   "No, it's not me...that's not me..."

  At this moment, in the living room, not only Christine was trembling, but even Anthony and Christine's parents could feel the breath of fear coming from Duanmuhuai. They wanted to come forward and prevent him from asking about his daughter. However, the breath of fear firmly fixed their bodies, making them dare not move.

   "Tell me, what's going on!"

   "Ah... ah..."

   Facing Duanmuhuai's inquiry and eyes, at this moment, Christine seemed to have finally regained her senses. That fear saved her from nothingness and numbness. At this moment, she seemed to have completely recovered her original sanity. She reached out tremblingly, took out a diary from under the blanket covering her knees, and handed it to Duanmuhuai tremblingly. At the same time, she stared at Duanmuhuai with wide eyes, opened her mouth, and said a place name.

   "Dun...Witch!"

  (end of this chapter)