I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

A yellow taxi,

Stopped in front of a colonial-style manor,

"Ma'am, we've arrived."

The driver looked back at the blond beauty in the back seat and pointed to the door number with a smile on his face.

"No. XXX, Upper East Side."

The Upper East Side, where almost all the richest people in New York gather, is a veritable 'rich district'. One of the main reasons is because of the existence of Central Park.

In Manhattan, where every inch of land is truly precious, Central Park is embedded like a huge green gem, covering an area of ​​843 acres.

There are dense woods, lakes and lawns, and even farms and pastures where carefully selected sheep are grazing. In the center of such a noisy and prosperous metropolis, opening up such a park is in line with the wealthy people's mentality of "I have something that no one has".

Look,

We can be in the middle of the most prosperous city in the world,

Enjoy a park of this size, and the net worth of those poor boys is not even worth a floor tile!

The air is filled with the smell of 'old money' and conservative values, with a sophisticated charm tempered by capital and time; there are many famous museums, the world's top designer stores, and the best private and public schools. School constitutes a paradise for the real capitalist class.

Countless American cultural and sports stars have sharpened their heads after getting rich suddenly. If they want to squeeze in here, they have to undergo inspections by various 'community associations'.

Most black celebrities can only choose the Tribeca area, and invisible barriers have always existed; if it weren't for the blonde beauty in the back seat, this taxi wouldn't even be able to get in here.

"Stay here,"

After the blond beauty said a word, she got out of the car.

The black driver's face was struggling and hesitating, and time was passing by.

He killed five members of the 'Gospel Gang'. A small character like him who is not even considered a 'peripheral member' will only die after he returns!

what to do? what to do? Maybe by following this weird monster, you can save your life, or even become a master?

Yes, yes, that’s it! Although that monster beauty looks terrifying, she possesses powerful strength!

Just like in the movie, if you can communicate but are unfamiliar with the city, you naturally need a guide.

Aren’t there a lot of commotion caused by ‘extraordinary beings’ in the Far Eastern countries recently?

As long as he can stay with her, are he afraid that he won't get rich?

Repeated self-hypnosis and self-brainwashing~~

If ordinary black people want to get rich, the only two options are cultural and sports stars.

Singing, dancing, rapping and playing basketball, when they leave the ghetto, they will be followed by a group of 'partners': bodyguards, thugs, and wingmen. Dependence on the strong and prosperity has almost been engraved in the genes of black people, but this driver forgot one question:

Dong dong dong,

I do not know how long it has been,

The sound of fingers tapping on the glass interrupted his sweet dream.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Lowering the window, the black driver looked at the gentle old white man next to the car.

"Did you just send a blond girl here?"

"Yes--"

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!

Amidst several sounds similar to those of a "nail gun", the black driver suddenly leaned back and twitched. Blood instantly filled his entire chest. The smile of dreaming was still on his face, and the driver's life was over.

Because he forgot a question:

If you want to be a dog, you must also have the skills of a dog!

Put away the silenced pistol and reach inside to open the door.

The old white man picked up the driver's body, moved it to the passenger seat, and got into the taxi.

He drove the car into the manor's garage, got out of the car, and hurried back to his living room without caring about the blood on his butt.

"Cackle, cluck, cluck~~"

A string of laughter like silver bells came,

"It's amazing, big sister, are you an angel?"

In the low-key but expensive living room, a little blond girl was stumbling around in circles, with a high-tech wheelchair next to her.

Opposite her was a beauty with shoulder-length blond hair sitting on the sofa: looking at the innocent little girl in front of her, she responded with a soft smile.

"Not,"

"According to human terms, I should be"

"Ahem, interrupt me, ma'am."

The old white man quickly walked into the house and patted the little girl's head lovingly.

"Winnie, daddy wants to talk to eldest sister about some work matters. Can you go back to your room first?"

"Is that so? Okay, Dad."

It seemed that the excited little girl didn't want to leave, but her well-behaved character still made her walk to her room: only this time, she didn't need the assistance of a wheelchair.

"Ma'am, I've taken care of the taxi driver."

After his daughter returned to her room, the old white man sat opposite the beauty with shoulder-length blond hair.

After hesitating for a moment, he said solemnly:

"You're not Rebecca, are you?"

"After all, I was at her funeral."

"Rebecca is the doctor's daughter, I just borrowed her appearance."

Facing the old white man in front of her, Octopus Girl didn't hide anything and didn't need to hide it.

"My name is 'Kshila'."

"Kshira?"

Chewing on this name, the old white man's face changed several times: surprised, horrified, and confused. Various expressions took turns, making Hollywood superstars feel ashamed.

"That's it, that's it."

No wonder the other party's way of 'treating' his daughter was to insert tentacles into her body.

"So, what is the cost of my daughter being cured?"

Regarding this question, the octopus girl ‘Kshila’ thought for a while and then answered.

"my life,"

"Once my life ends, she will die too."

"If I take the initiative to cut off this connection, she will return to her former appearance. No, is it more likely that she will die of organ failure?"

Hearing this answer, the old white man breathed a sigh of relief.

So,

Since his wife died in a car accident, his daughter can only rely on a wheelchair to move around.

The old white man put down his work and devoted himself to spending time with his daughter. If this was the price, it wouldn't be unacceptable.

So--

"What can I do for you, ma'am?"

The other party 'cured' his daughter as soon as he arrived, and then asked him to deal with the 'driver'. Isn’t it just to control yourself? If it weren't for his daughter's relationship, Dr. Lumley would have been summoned to the Yokosuka base.

"What do I want you to do?"

This question, instead, stopped the blond beauty.

"Let me think."

"Isn't it to spread your father's faith?"

Dr. Lumley was surprised when the other person replied, 'Think about it.'

According to his thinking logic, in this era when the supernatural was first revealed, this 'hidden lady' came to America; and then controlled herself, what other reason could there be except to promote the reputation of her 'father'?

"Father?"

'Kshira', who looks like a blonde beauty but is actually an octopus girl, was stunned.

Do you have a father?

There must be some,

But those 'ordinary' octopuses are completely different species from her, and they can be called 'father':

"Yes, my father has touched me with his hands that cover the sky and the sun, giving me strength and wisdom; I should hold my father's flag high and erect a monument for him that everyone respects."

It has to be said that the education of a certain doctor was so successful that 'Xila' had a typical 'American thinking'.

That's it.

Dr. Lumley breathed another sigh of relief;

If you know what the other party is going to do, it will be much easier.

Coupled with the appearance of the other party, Keshira and Keshira, aren't they the famous daughter of 'Cthulhu', the Secret Lady!

Many people think that the Cthulhu Mythos is all kinds of weird, cannot be looked at directly, cannot be mentioned, and cannot be touched. That is all a misunderstanding! Cthulhu is actually science fiction: the Old Ones are all alien masters and have their own planet territory. In other words, many of them are the planet itself.

The great magician Ebon once followed the old "Windrunner" Itakua on a journey to understand the mysteries of the universe.

The essence of Cthulhu: It is a mixture of alien civilization, fear of the deep sea, and psychological shadows. As a well-read doctor, he had already 'insighted' into the true identity of this being when the other party announced his name.

He never thought that his speculation was just a 'bad taste' of an old friend of his.

Knowing the identity of the other party does not mean that there is no danger: in those stories, the Old Ones and their descendants have no connection with 'friendliness'.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as the other party wants something, they can be ‘cooperated’ with.

"What are your plans for this, Ms. Secret?"

“Should we establish a secret church, select ‘baptized people’, or start transforming ‘star dependents’?”

? ? ?

Now, it was Squidward's turn to be confused.

Although she has a good IQ, she has no idea how to 'spread her father's faith'.

What's more, the doctor's mouth was full of unintelligible names.

"Secret lady, please allow me to offend: the ability you just 'healed' my daughter. Can it be used again?"

Dr. Lumley crossed his fingers.

He cautiously asked a rather 'transgressive' question.

"Can,"

Octopus Girl nodded,

Her method of treating the paralyzed girl was actually to parasitize part of her 'tentacles' in her body.

That part of the tentacles contains one of her 'auxiliary brains': the octopus has a main brain for 'thinking and memory', and eight 'auxiliary brains' located in the tentacles, which are only responsible for memory functions. , jointly control complex limbs to perform various activities such as color changing, mimicry, and even activities such as knocking shells and twisting bottle caps.

Rather than being 'cured' by her, it would be better to say that he was 'parasitized' by her.

Of course, as long as she does not actively destroy the host, it can also be described as 'symbiosis'.

"Well,"

"I want you to help 'cure' someone."

“He will be a great help to us in spreading the faith of ‘Your Father’!”

After arranging his position, Dr. Lumley immediately entered his 'role' and began to make suggestions for the 'Hidden Church'.

———

Dong dong dong~~

A group of "Indian priests" wearing feather hats and oil paint on their faces were dancing in a circle.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a patient lying in the hospital bed in the center, with various high-tech instruments attached to his body, it would be like a sacrificial ceremony hundreds of years ago.

When Dr. Lumley came to this top private ward, the scene he saw made his eyes go dark and he thought he had traveled through time.

"Get out, get out!"

"What are you doing?"

"Who are you? Why are you stopping the masters from casting spells?"

A young white man stepped forward and shouted angrily. When he saw the doctor's face clearly, his tone became softer and softer until he disappeared.

"Little Edgar, let these guys go out first!"

Dr. Lumley is a top figure in biology after all. He still has some deterrent power when he frowns, especially:

"Old Edgar, if you are not dead, let your children take these wizards away!"

".Get out,"

The old man on the bed moved his Adam's apple slightly,

An order sounded from the machine next to him.

"Yes, father."

The young white man immediately bowed and accepted the order, even though his father was already struggling to breathe; he waved his hand, and the Indian priests who were "dancing the gods" immediately turned around and left.

As the door closed, Dr. Lumley glanced at the old white man on the bed.

"Old Edgar, you are so depraved as to believe this?"

".Old man,"

"I don't have many days left to live."

The patient's answer came from the machine next to him,

"No matter what method it is, at least it can let me leave in the noise."

The old white man on the bed is also a figure with a net worth of 10 billion US dollars. Unfortunately, no matter how much money he has, he can't save his life: coupled with his dissolute life when he was young, he can only rely on various expensive technologies to barely hang on.

At this time, let alone the Indian wizard, even the African cannibal's "secret recipe", he is willing to try!

Originally, he was qualified to receive the Far East's "supernormal" treatment, but his body could no longer withstand this journey; as for asking the "Son of God" to come for treatment?

There was still a glimmer of possibility before, but after the "Yokosuka Incident", there was no hope at all!

What is your identity?

Dare to let the Son of God condescend? !

Now, even if the powerful and wealthy go to the "shrine" to ask for treatment, whether they are willing to treat depends on their mood.

".I heard that a 'world tree' appeared in the Far East. If I..."

Relying on the machine,

the old man on the bed struggled to survive.

He spent his whole life to make a fortune and build his own business empire.

After enjoying 'just' a few decades, he had to face death.

How could he be willing?

One hundred years, one thousand years would not be enough!

"Old Edgar, I came here today for this."

Dr. Ramli raised his hand and gestured to the girl beside him.

"This lady will cure you."

? !

The cloudy eyes of the old white man on the bed suddenly lit up.

Unlike his children who only wanted to please him, this Dr. Ramli was a top figure in American biology; looking at his sober appearance, it didn't seem like he had hallucinations due to too many leaves flying.

Am I hallucinating?

Just when the old white man on the bed suspected that he had a 'near-death illusion', a tentacle slowly stretched out from under the skirt of the beauty next to Dr. Ramli.

"Are you willing to receive treatment?"

? ? ! !

This scene made the old white man's eyes wide open, his face trembling, and he tried hard to squeeze out a word from his throat.

"I do"