Apostle of Cthulhu

Thumb, thump.

Norris gently knocked on the rotten wooden door in front of him, and an annoying rancid smell spread through the narrow wooden house, which was nauseating.

The whole building feels like it is wrapped in green moss. If Norris had not known about it for a long time, he would probably have thought that there was no one living here at all and that it was an abandoned residence that had long been abandoned.

The wooden house has only one floor, a rotten wooden door, two still broken square windows, and the moss that dominates the scene, which is almost the entire structure of this building.

"Who?" An old and weak voice came from the wooden house. Only people who are dying and dying can have such an ethereal voice.

"I, Norris Anderson." Norris replied calmly, not in a hurry to let the person inside the door come forward.

squeak--

After about tens of seconds, the rotten wooden door was pushed open from the inside, revealing the wrinkled, dry face inside.

This old man is already an octogenarian, his complexion is sallow, and his skin is so saggy that it almost sticks together, revealing those long and narrow ravines.

His eyes were small, and the pupils and whites blended into each other, forming a chilling gray color.

His body was stooped and skinny, and he simply didn't look like a human being.

"Long time no see, Anderson." The old man smiled sincerely, but this smile was also so hideous and terrifying, "How have you been these past years?"

Norris didn't care about these inquiries at all and went straight to the point, "Mr. Heslett, I know it's not an accident that you settled in Accra. I have some information that I want to share with you. I hope you can cooperate with me."

Heslett looked at Norris with sly eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and all the wrinkles blended together, "Haha, information? Now the famous tomb robber Anderson actually said that he had information and wanted to fight with me, a down-and-out old man. share?"

"Of course, after all, you were a famous scholar who studied R'lyeh culture with Dr. Kedis Brandt before. How could I forget you?" Norris replied in a sinister tone, "Even if you Now that you have been abandoned by the academic world, how will it affect the knowledge in your mind? "

Heslett waved his hand, "Since your mouth is still as smart as before, then come in, we should still have a good talk."

"I'm extremely happy." Norris bowed slightly as a final show of respect for the down-and-out scholar.

Entering the house, the humid air in the house made Norris feel a little uncomfortable. The seclusion location chosen by Huslett was less than 100 meters away from the seaside, but it did not have any moisture-proof measures. The possibility of contracting rheumatic bone disease after living there for a long time was almost 100%.

But apart from the deformity of his frame and the ugliness of his skin, Heslett seemed to have no signs of serious illness.

There is basically no decoration in the house. A simple wooden table measuring four square meters and two or three shabby wooden chairs constitute the most important things in the room.

"What do you usually eat?" Norris looked around and saw no sign of a fire, and there was no blood in the air. Heslett's current state did not look like he would enter the town to buy food, which also made him curious.

"For a missionary, neither the physical nor the spiritual needs are that huge, are they?" Heslett smiled sinisterly, vaguely instilling something related to Norris. Information about missionaries.

Norris just glanced at him and replied: "Really? Why don't I think so? Could it be that my level is too low?"

"Maybe, or maybe it's because you haven't noticed it yet." Heslett found a relatively good chair to sit on, raised his eyes, and looked directly into Norris's eyes, "You As a famous tomb robber, you have a clearer understanding of the R'lyeh cultural relics than we academic researchers, but this does not mean that you will know more about the 'unknown' than we do."

"Really? But this is contrary to what I came to see you for." Norris took out the previous letter from his pocket, and it was the number seven on it. "Look at this, there is someone Give me this thing, I think you should know."

Heslett took the note and carefully observed the arrangement of numbers and the font on it. He couldn't help but frown his unobvious eyebrows, "Why do you think I know something?"

Norris curled his lips, "Because in the field of words, the only person I can think of is you."

"Oh~ That's such an honor!" Heslett smiled strangely, while fiddling with his messy hair, "I never thought that I would be relied on by someone now..."

Suddenly, Heslett changed the subject, "Then... who gave you this thing?"

"I don't even know about this myself." Norris crossed his arms and acted as if it had nothing to do with him. "I only know that the coffin I sold was sent back. It seems that It also caused me a lot of trouble.”

Hexlet nodded, indicating that he understood, "It's really interesting... I didn't expect to see such a code at this time."

Hearing this, Norris bowed slightly and asked, "Credit? What do you really know?"

"Of course, because this is not a number at all, it just looks like a number to you. This is the code used by our CTHULHU expedition team a long time ago. You latecomers can't understand these codes at all."

"CTHULHU? What does that mean?" Norris heard this strange name for the first time in history, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this also a code with special meaning?"

Herslet shook his head, "No one knows the meaning of this word, only Curtis Brandt knows, because this code is given by her. Apart from her, no one else knows its meaning."

What a strange word, it has no meaning in itself, but it unexpectedly brings me a very strange... sense of mystery.

Perhaps for Dr. Curtis, this is part of the "unknown"?

At this point, Heslet and Norris had no other communication. Only Heslet spread the letter on the table, and then began to analyze this mysterious code with his own memory.

As for Norris, he walked out of the wooden house in silence, stood at the door, and looked at the blue and golden coast.

The sea symbolizes the unknown.

The land, however, does not symbolize the truth.

Everything about human beings is still shrouded in the unknown, and no one can fully explore the truth.

Except... the missionary who climbed to the top of the Balemu Net, broke away from the shackles of "humanity", completely transcended the dimension where humans are, and entered that new realm.

At least, this man named Norris Anderson thought so.