Sean and Moonlight remember that that night, Doug the degenerate should have been shot more than ten times by a pistol, and after exceeding the critical time, he entered a state of rampage and fled to the street without a trace.

Sean thought that the other party was either lying in the morgue or in the hospital now.

Unexpectedly, after only two days, Doug stood in front of him, and the gunshot wound did not seem to have any effect on him.

The vitality of the degenerates is really terrifying.

However, this seems to have come at the cost of longevity.

"Styx coin picker?" Moonlight's puzzled voice sounded, "I heard that he is a mysterious explorer who can enslave and instruct resentful souls. He is very strong.

"However, I've only heard of it, never seen it with my own eyes."

Moonlight was unexpectedly serious, his speech was clear, and there was no guilt in his tone.

Doug's cheeks bulged - it seems that Miles' attack on the casino has made him uneasy: "It's not ruled out that someone wears a mask. However, it is a quest who drives the drowning ghost...

"If you see him in the future, you can tell me and I will pay."

Sean turned to look at the moonlight. He estimated that Moonlight was already laughing madly in his heart at this moment - the drowned spirit was standing in front of Doug at the moment, but the other party didn't know anything about it.

Doug seems to be a straightforward person. After saying this, he turned his head in the direction of the clown hermit: "His name is Evan."

Evan opened his mouth, his voice unexpectedly clear and pleasant: "The Unknown Sea and the court musicians. The Raven Town incident, the jack-level who slowed down the recovery angel. People say that you are both geniuses...

"Long time."

Sean has a high opinion of Ivan: many people believe that his mask is called Mist, and only the clown hermit has spoken his mask's real name.

"It's just luck." Sean replied, thinking about the fact that his luck was not very good.

"Too modest." The clown hermit bowed his head slightly, "Even the ace-level has heard of your name - dare to bargain with the one with the weirdest temper among the Six Saints...

"Courage and strength are directly proportional."

Sean wants to keep a low profile, but the name Unknown Sea seems to have been paid attention to by the bigwigs in the industry.

"I propose that the Sea of ​​Unknown should be the captain." The clown hermit's personality is usually not willing to take the initiative to serve as the captain.

Doug shrugged. "I'm fine. I can't be captain."

Sean was confident in his own strength and did not shirk.

After roughly explaining their abilities and specialties, they got the keys to the special vehicle for the mission and drove off from the underground garage.

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The drive from New York City to Arkham takes about three hours.

Arkham was established earlier than the New York City because of its adherence to the early land roads.

Before New York City became a metropolis on the east coast of New Zealand, Arkham also flourished for a while.

However, due to the location of the New Covenant in an important port, Arkham was gradually replaced by a rising star.

In order to facilitate the connection between sea and land transportation, the highway was also diverted. Arkham lost its status as a transportation hub and became a remote city that can only be reached by detour.

This is the official account of Arkham's decline.

Another rumor is roaring: the university, which is famous for its occultism, has conducted some in-depth research on ancient legends, which has attracted the attention of some terrifying existences, resulting in many terrifying events in Arkham City, which make people feel terrified. One after another, it once reached the highest point of misery - the town of Ash Mountain, which was attached to the periphery of Arkham City, was erased from the map due to evil reasons.

Arkham naturally declined after a vicious event long enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

People have fled the fear-ridden, decaying city, whose population has plummeted by half from its boom years.

After that, terror seems to have entered a period of silence in Arkham.

In addition to the hidden dangers left in the past, this city that once frequently appeared in newspapers across the country has gradually become stable and quiet. Instead, it is the New York City established to avoid evil. Due to the thriving population, strange things gradually occur...

In the face of mystery, it always seems to be the case - the more people do, the more they seem to go against it.

The vehicle crossed the hills and went downhill, overlooking the panorama of the city of Arkham.

Although it was daytime, the sun could not shine through the fog entrenched in the city.

If it hadn't been for the sight of rare vehicles passing by on the road in the distance, and an old sailboat driving slowly across the river running through the city, this withered atmosphere might make people mistakenly think that this is a dead city.

"As expected of Arkham..." Moonlight muttered in the back seat.

According to a map of Arkham City, Doug originally intended to drive directly to the Arkham National Museum where the incident occurred.

Sean stopped the car as it passed the municipal library next to Miskatonic University.

"I'm going to add some information..." Sean said as he led the team into the Arkham Municipal Library.

When the librarian, who was dozing with his head down, saw the four masked explorers walking to the counter, he couldn't help shivering, feeling dangerous, and no sleep at all.

"What's the name of the local newspaper? Where is it?" The mask of the lead explorer was like a very smooth ellipsoid glass, with thick fog churning in it.

The administrator stood up and pointed nervously and dumbly in one direction: "The Arkham Gazette...the past issues are in the cabinet in the newsroom."

After thanking them, the four explorers went straight to the newsroom.

The content of each issue of the bulletin is not much, only two newspapers.

Sean held up the newspaper, and after scanning his eyes quickly from top to bottom, he "rubbed" it into the filing cabinet.

Seeing the captain's actions, the clown hermit frowned: "Browsing so quickly, is he looking for something?"

Sean spent nearly two hours quickly "scanning" all the bulletins of the past twenty years, and stored the news unique to Arkham City in the archives.

Then, he closed his eyes, immersed himself in the Sacred Root space, and searched all the news published in the "Arkham National Museum".

The museum was built in 1863... After six curators... Bloody events in the museum... Suspected cult sacrificial ceremony... The death guide lost his face... The current director is named Gary Turan... Due to the sudden drop in passenger traffic, Negotiations are underway to incorporate the collection into the New Testament Museum…

Sean quickly browsed the newspapers retrieved in his mind. From the team members' point of view, it seemed as if he was experiencing REM sleep, with his eyeballs rapidly rolling under his eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a trace of light in the bottom of my eyes...

In such a short period of time, it is impossible to grasp all the details of what happened in the museum, but Sean already has some general understanding.

"Come on, go to the museum." Sean didn't explain much. In the eyes of Evan and Doug, Sean just seemed to have found some news, and then thought about it.

As for Sean's failure to reveal the information he was looking for and thinking about for the time being, they thought it was the captain's arrangement and would naturally inform him when it was appropriate and necessary, so they didn't raise any questions.

The car drove to the National Museum on the north side of Arkham City.

There is an open-air parking lot next to the museum. Everyone got off the car and just walked to the street. A boy wearing a dirty and old octagonal hat was holding a square wooden plate full of various cigarettes and candies~www.mtlnovel. com~ walked up to Sean and others: "Sir, cigarettes and candy, do you need it?"

Due to malnutrition, his head and head appeared large. She was wearing a pair of large leather boots that didn't fit her feet, and her clothes were fairly clean.

Moonlight asked for a pack of White Swan cigarettes, Sean picked a few chewing candies, totaling 65 cents, Sean gave $1: "Don't look for it."

The little boy gave an expression of disbelief at first, then visibly beamed, bowed gratefully, and slumped his leather boots to walk away.

Sean seemed to think of something and stopped the little boy: "What's your name?

The little boy wiped his nose with his sleeve: "My name is Noel, sir."

"You're the only one at home?"

"...and my dad."

Doug frowned on the side: "What did your dad do, why doesn't he let you go to school?"

Noel replied with no expression: "He drinks every day and keeps drinking... He doesn't care if the family has no money to eat, so I can only go out to earn money."

"Fuck." Doug spat.

Sean was also a little dissatisfied, but he knew there was not much he could do, and continued to ask: "Do you often sell cigarettes at the entrance of this museum?"

Noel stood up straight: "The museum and the park entrance are the most crowded, and I go back and forth between these two places."

"How long have you been selling cigarettes?"

He snapped his fingers: "It's been three years since I was eight years old."

Eleven years old, but not much grown, still looks like eight years old.

Sean couldn't help sighing in his heart, and continued to ask, "Noel, has anything weird happened in this museum?"

Noel thought for a while: "One time I came back late, it was already dark...

"I heard someone in the museum crying and laughing..."