Fabricating Weird Myths, Starting From American Comics

Take the information S.H.I.E.L.D gave you.

"This is a pile of waste paper." He threw the pile of paper on the table.

If it were the old Stark, he would just throw this information into the trash.

Even inside the fire.

"Human dreams are one of the physiological phenomena that are difficult to explain. These data have no reference value at all."

Stark said,

"Not to mention being involved, what's that called? Freddy, a monster like Freddy."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Give me permission, and I will make a batch of testing instruments myself. If I can confirm my suspicion, maybe I will have a way to deal with him." Stark's tone was calm, but his expression looked a bit condescending.

Maybe this is genius.

Even though he has encountered setbacks and has restrained himself a lot, Stark is still Stark.

When talking about his professional matters, he still doesn't save face.

"Okay, I can give it to you, I hope you won't let us down." Nick Fury nodded.

Stark waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's absolutely no problem. I'm absolutely sure."

…

Natasha Romanoff didn't know how far she had traveled while driving the car, crossing one highway after another.

Except for eating and sleeping, Natasha Romanoff never stops.

Until she saw a familiar sign.

【Welcome to Massachusetts】

“Innsmouth is right on the edge of Massachusetts, and I still have a ways to go.”

As she got closer to Innsmouth, Natasha Romanoff could feel the call getting stronger and stronger.

Natasha Romanoff has completely forgotten what she saw in her dream.

The only words left in my memory are Innsmouth and Cthulhu.

And two sentences that may be related.

After arriving in Massachusetts, we were getting closer and closer to Innsmouth.

Natasha Romanoff stopped in a small town.

"This is very close to Innsmouth," Natasha Romanoff put on new clothes and carefully hid her body wrapped in gauze.

So as not to alert others.

"Purchase some food and weapons, and then go to Innsmouth." Natasha Romanoff thought so and came to the only sales shop in the town.

Placing a pile of fast food on the checkout counter, Natasha Romanoff looked at the store owner and asked, "Do you know how to get to Innsmouth?"

Natasha Romanoff could only find the general location of Innsmouth on the S.H.I.E.L.D map.

But I don’t know the exact location of Innsmouth.

Judging from the map, Innsmouth is nearby this town.

However, it was beyond Natasha Romanoff's expectation when she heard the name Innsmouth.

The shop owner suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Natasha Romanoff with surprise.

: "How do you know this place, Innsmouth!"

The more intense the owner is, the better he knows Innsmouth.

Natasha Romanoff was a little confused as to what happened in Innsmouth.

It can scare an adult like this.

Not only that, but when Innsmouth was mentioned, the shopkeeper's face showed unconcealable disgust.

He hates Innsmouth?

Or hate the people who live in Innsmouth?

“From what I can see from some information, it is a fishing village that retains its traditional style.

So I wanted to go and have a look. " Natasha Romanoff casually made up an excuse for herself.

"Better not go, people go missing around Innsmouth every year.

Most of them are beautiful women like you. "The shopkeeper persuaded,

"It is very dangerous for a beautiful person like you to go to Innsmouth alone."

When Natasha Romanoff came out, she didn't wear a virtual veil.

So her revealed face is real.

Fortunately, not many people saw Natasha Romanoff during the Chitauri War, and S.H.I.E.L.D's deliberate control.

Natasha Romanoff's true face has not spread.

Missing girls and boys.

And they are all beautiful.

Natasha Romanoff frowned, put away the things packed by the shop owner and asked:

"I still want to take a look. Please rest assured that I have the means to protect myself."

The shopkeeper sighed, but still wanted to comfort him a little bit,

"Listen to me and give up this plan, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

"Please tell me how to get there." Natasha Romanoff handed over a 20 USD bill.

The shopkeeper pushed away the money and said solemnly: "If you really insist on going, then I will tell you a way.

Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, a bus from Innsmouth will stop at the bus station in the town.

He will leave for Innsmouth at five o'clock and will only stop in the town for an hour. If you want to go, you can take their bus there. "

"Them?" Natasha Romanoff asked.

The shop owner nodded and said, "Yes, that bus departs from Innsmouth, and the driver and passengers are basically from Innsmouth."

"Thank you." Natasha Romanoff did not collect the money, but just picked up her things and prepared to leave.

The store owner suddenly stopped Natasha Romanoff: "Wait a minute,"

Natasha Romanoff turned around curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

"If you have to go, be careful of their churches. Don't go near them. It's not a place blessed by God." The shop owner solemnly warned,

"must be careful."

"Okay." Natasha Romanoff agreed.

"Also, there is the only pub in Innsmouth, and that pub is not owned by Innsmouth people.

You can stay there, but don't go to a hotel owned by Innsmouth people. "

…

Natasha Romanoff left the store, except for the items she purchased.

There was another piece of paper in Natasha Romanoff's hand, which contained the contact number of the tavern owner.

For a moment, Natasha Romanoff thought the shop owner was some kind of water vendor.

But it doesn’t have to be that troublesome to divert traffic from tourist attractions and arrange for accommodation to be pumped.

“So what the shop owner said may be true, or it may be a lie mixed with the truth.

He said that many people have disappeared near Innsmouth, but why can't the records of security guards be found in S.H.I.E.L.D's database? "

Natasha Romanoff put away the note.

The most precious news she got was the bus to Innsmouth.

Arrive at four o'clock, open at five o'clock.

“Getting the bus to Innsmouth, I need to be ready.”

Natasha Romanoff returned to the car, maintained her weapons one by one and put them in the suitcase, along with some food and medicine.

Natasha Romanoff's injury has not healed yet, and she is dragging her injured body around in action.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a dilapidated and rusty bus stopped in the central square of the town.

The originally bustling square was much deserted because of this bus that looked like it was driven out of a garbage dump.

The light signs on the bus were still working, but a few bulbs were already flickering on and off.

Natasha Romanoff read the name above.

[Arkham-Innsmouth]

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