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In the dark room, a black shadow slowly rose from the ground.

"Well, I knew I wouldn't drink so much alcohol last night, my head hurts." Zhao Binghua rubbed his head and slowly climbed up from the ground.

Yesterday morning, he finally received the appointment notice. He, from a temporary forensic doctor, became a post forensic doctor, for which he devoted three years of his youth. That night, he had a party with his colleagues all night.

Zhao Binghua habitually stretched out his hand to try to turn on the light, but finally felt empty. When he tried to pick up the phone next to his pillow, he found that he seemed to be lying on the ground.

He stumbled across the wall and finally found the light switch by the door.

"Snapped"

The light in the room was cold, and Zhao Binghua, who was in the room, was dumbfounded. He was in a strange room right now.

"Uh, it hurts." Zhao Binghua rubbed his head, and confused thoughts came. There are many memories in his mind that are not his own.

"Fucheng, who is this again?"

Zhao Binghua rubbed his head and carefully observed the surroundings. This room is a bit small. A bed and a computer desk occupies a lot of space. In addition, there is a wardrobe and bookcase in the room, which is slightly worn. Books were supposed to be placed properly, but now those books are all scattered on the ground, and the whole room is also in a mess.

He rubbed his head and whispered in his heart, what did he do last night...

Zhao Binghua habitually touched his nose, the slippery touch from his fingers made him subconsciously rub it and put it in front of his nose to smell it.

"Strong rust and fishy smell, this is the smell of blood?!"

"Wait? The smell of blood?!" Zhao Binghua was a little dazed and then immediately rushed to the toilet.

Although in an unfamiliar room, he found the toilet with ease.

Turning on the light and looking in the mirror, Zhao Binghua's actions were done in one go.

He looked at himself in the mirror a little dumbfounded. The slightly dirty mirror showed an unfamiliar face. This face was covered with blood, and there was a striking black and purple mark on the neck.

Zhao Binghua quickly turned on the faucet. The cold water gradually made him sober. The blood-stained water disappeared along the pipe. Zhao Binghua slowly raised his head.

The person in the mirror is himself, but it makes him extremely strange.

A pair of dark and energetic eyes, the facial features are slightly delicate, and the short black hair is quite clean. Of course, the premise of all this is to ignore the hideous marks on his neck.

More and more memories emerged, and the pain followed. He squatted on the ground, clutching his head, and it took a long time to ease.

Zhao Binghua slowly returned to the room by supporting the wall, and sat down on the soft bed. The chaotic memory made him unable to think normally for a while.

"Fucheng, male, 19 years old, a senior is about to graduate." Zhao Binghua muttered to himself.

Zhao Binghua finally figured out one thing, he seems to have crossed it?

"Is it possible to pass through this kind of thing to me? It's not scientific at all?! Maybe everything is a dream?" Zhao Binghua suddenly slapped himself.

"It hurts..." He rubbed his face, such a clear and sharp pain shouldn't be a dream.

Zhao Binghua quickly got up and sat at the desk. He opened the notebook on the desk. The style of the notebook was a bit old.

But this is not important. Zhao Binghua frowned slightly. He found the fragments he needed from countless chaotic memories. Accompanied by the crackling keyboard clicks, Zhao Binghua successfully turned on the computer.

Through the computer, Zhao Binghua quickly browsed the information on the Internet, and for a long time, he leaned on the chair with his eyes absent.

The legal thinking developed over the years allowed him to quickly summarize the current situation.

First of all, this is not a dream, I should have crossed it, this is the first condition. Secondly, this world is very different from the earth on which I have lived for more than 20 years. The whole world is divided into several federations, and he is in the Eastern Federation, which is the second largest in total strength. In addition to this world’s technology The tree is obviously a bit crooked. Compared with the earth, there are many inexplicable but fragmented black technologies.

Such as quantum power station, proton multifunctional facial cleanser. Zhao Binghua's scalp was numb.

"The world of science and technology systems in the near future." Zhao Binghua silently summarized.

"But, I still want to go home..."

Zhao Binghua sighed softly, he touched his neck, and there was still another thing left unresolved right now.

There are deep purple strangles on the neck. When he woke up, he was lying on the ground with blood on his face. The room was obviously turned over by someone. So what happened before this?

Zhao Binghua habitually folded his hands. This was his habitual movement when thinking. The next moment, a black book appeared on the table out of thin air.

Zhao Binghua was taken aback. His gaze fell on the cover of this book, which was imprinted with big gilded characters written in Arabic.

"Book of Necromancers."

There is another line of small print below it. "The eternal existence will not die, but even death will die in the weird eternity."

"From the Book of Necromancers in the myth of Cthulhu, why did this thing fall into the hands of the predecessor?" Fucheng's finger belly lightly stroked the surface of the Book of Necromancers, and his extremely delicate hand made him feel a little cool. .

"This kind of touch is very delicate, the lines are clear, and it is suspected to be made of the skin on the back of a girl." Zhao Binghua paused, his expression slightly changed.

Zhao Binghua had no other hobbies in his previous life. Apart from reading novels in his spare time, he loves running troupes. He knows everything about Mr. Ke.

"According to legend, the book of the necromancer is made of the skin of a human girl. I am afraid that the book of the necromancer is not the real Necromancer?" Zhao Binghua was stunned when he thought of this.

He quickly tapped the keyboard and tried to search for something. After many attempts, Zhao Binghua did not find what he wanted to see.

Zhao Binghua has a bad premonition at this moment: "Lovecraft does not exist, and there is no trace of the existence of the Ke total system, which means that Ke is afraid that it does not really exist..."

Zhao Binghua shuddered suddenly, President Ke, the ancient gods, and the former dominators, he wanted to go home more and more...

Following this idea, Zhao Binghua tried to search again. This time he found a lot of relevant information, and Zhao Binghua's face became darker and darker.

Although a lot of news has been blocked, as long as you have the heart, you can still find one or two.

"The zombie bite incident in Beichong, Chuanfu, the official has refuted the rumor! Cosplay for others!"

"Shocked! Zombies were found in Pearl Province!"

"The Mausoleum of the First Emperor has changed, and the terracotta warriors and horses are resurrected?!"

Zhao Binghua turned off the screen sullenly, no longer need to watch it, he would undoubtedly restrain the world...

His gaze fell on the Book of Necromancers again, what exactly was recorded in it? At this moment, he is both scared and curious.

The pale hand was in sharp contrast with the dark book of the Necromancer. The book of the Necromancer was slowly opened by him. In the slightly dim room, the curtains swayed with the wind, as if Pandora's box opened again.

Zhao Binghua opened the first page of the Necronomicon Book, and on the yellowed parchment there was an exquisite portrait.

He glanced intently, and he was clearly himself, and there were a few rows of small characters written next to the head.

Name: Fucheng

Sex: Male

Age: 20

General Expertise: Extensive books, basic fighting, sub-healthy physique, human anatomy, pathological analysis,

A wide range of books: In your limited life, you spend a lot of time reading quite a lot of special books, which will make you more wise.

Basic fighting: You have systematically practiced fighting skills and conducted corresponding training. You have also learned special action movies late at night, which allows you to master a certain degree of fighting skills.

Sub-healthy physique: Taking a variety of toxic foods for a long time will make your body ill, but it also gains some resistance.

Human anatomy: After years of study and exercise, you have mastered the structure of the human body. You only need to give you enough tools, you can even restore the anatomy of the human body with ease. If you give you a certain amount of time, you may be able to acquire more exquisite abilities.

Pathological analysis: You have studied human pathology in depth, and you can quickly complete the analysis when facing the patient or the deceased

Special expertise: persevering soul.

Perseverance Soul: From another world, you have a soul strength that ordinary people can't match. When facing ancient gods, you may be able to persist a little bit more than ordinary people.

Zhao Binghua looked at the Necronomicon Book with a complicated expression: "Investigator template, is the realistic version running the team?"

He slowly closed the Necronomicon Book, and the unfamiliar memory appeared out of thin air again. After a while, Fucheng was breathing heavily.

The feeling of forcibly inserting the memory is as if it has been eaten up, but it is as uncomfortable as some people push it into the mouth.

He groaned and shook his head, carefully recalling what he had just learned.

The Book of Necromancers, as long as you obtain enough soul fragments, you can gain more expertise through the Book of Necromancers.

But, is there a new problem? How can I obtain soul fragments by myself?

Zhao Binghua stretched out his hand and pressed it on the cover of the Necronomicon Book, and the Necromancer book disappeared with the black light spot, replaced by a tattoo on the back of his left hand.

Zhao Binghua slowly got up, and suddenly another scorpion almost fell to the ground. He grinned and rubbed his numb leg, and said to himself: "This body is still too weak and needs exercise."

He looked around the room again, and thought to himself: "First of all, I have crossed, and I also have golden fingers. I need to accept this fact as soon as possible, and at the same time find a way to get back."

"Secondly, I need to know what happened here. Judging from the situation at the scene, the original owner's home was obviously ransacked. It may be a homicide, a robbery or a homicide caused by other reasons."

He wanted to get more memories, but about what happened that night, he couldn't remember anyhow, instead he felt more and more tingling in his brain.

Zhao Binghua got up slowly after breathing for a moment. Since he couldn't remember, he used other methods to find out what happened tonight. He first searched the room carefully, locked the door and then went to the toilet. He took off his clothes quickly and easily. Look in the mirror.

After a while, Zhao Binghua looked strange: "I used to appraise the injuries of the deceased, but this is the first time I have appraised injuries to myself. How shameful it feels..."

He resisted this feeling of shame and carefully checked his whole body, and the belly of his fingers lightly touched the strangle mark on his neck, Zhao Binghua soon discovered the abnormality.

"The deep purple streak on the neck is consistent with mechanical suffocation, but both my fingers and lips are pale rather than cyan."

Zhao Binghua lowered his head and looked at some indescribable parts of himself, and checked it with his hands by the way.

"There was no fluid outflow, and it did not meet the characteristics of mechanical asphyxia. In addition, my breathing was normal, there was no emphysema, and I never coughed up blood, which proved that my lungs did not have pulmonary hematoma."

"Unfortunately, you can't dissect yourself, otherwise you will definitely get a more detailed report." Zhao Binghua was suddenly taken aback by his thoughts.

Just as he was about to continue his inspection, there were subtle footsteps outside the room. Zhao Binghua motionlessly perceives the situation outside carefully.

He silently picked up the small scissors on the vanity table. In his memory, the small scissors seemed to be used by the original owner to cut nose hair.

"I have just locked the door of the room. Judging from the sound of footsteps, the other person weighs about 140 kilograms. He should be a male. So what is his purpose of coming here?" Zhao Binghua's brain is running fast.

He hid silently at the door of the toilet, the other side's footsteps getting closer and closer.

"boom!"

The door was roughly kicked open, Zhao Binghua hurried back.

"I've made a mistake, I knew I shouldn't hide behind the door." Zhao Binghua covered his nose with one hand, and red blood flowed out of the nose.

What appeared in front of Zhao Binghua was a pale man with scarlet eyes and a hideous and crazy expression. The man looked at Su Huaiyu and took a few deep breaths, suddenly exulting.

"I found you, my lord's things really belong to you!" The man looked enthusiastic.

Zhao Binghua looked at the man in front of him blankly. He subconsciously pulled away and said in a deep voice, "I can give you what you want."

"Kill you again, things will naturally be mine."

As soon as the man's voice fell, he rushed towards Zhao Binghua. The surface of his right arm squirmed quickly and instantly turned into a tentacle.

Zhao Binghua's pupils shrank when he saw that, he first dodged sideways, and then squeezed the scissors with his right hand and slashed towards the opponent's throat.

"This guy is obviously not a human, then I don't need to keep my hand." Zhao Binghua waved his hand faster again.

"boom!"

The scissors didn't pierce the opponent's throat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Instead, Zhao Binghua was flew away by the opponent's tentacles. His smooth back hit the tiles and made a violent sound. Zhao Binghua subconsciously covered his chest.

The pale man pressed on step by step, and Zhao Binghua slowly raised his head to look at this guy. At this time, he was still in the mood to observe the other's tentacles.

"Dark brown tentacles, able to stretch freely, with suction cups on the surface, resembling octopus tentacles, and they seem to be a fanatic of a certain evil god."

The distance between the two was less than half a meter, Zhao Binghua was still clutching his chest, while the tentacles of the other's right arm struck Su Huaiyu's neck like lightning.

Zhao Binghua could clearly smell the strong smell of sea, the tentacles were getting closer and closer to his neck, he suddenly grabbed the tentacles and threw the scissors out!

The sharp scissors reflected the cold light under the light, and quickly flew towards the man's throat.

"You must be hit." Zhao Binghua himself writhed in a cold sweat.