Leaving the club, which was full of mentally retarded people, Li Zitao breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to speak, there was the sound of running footsteps behind him.

"Who are you, let go of Mary, come quickly" The eyes were sunken, and he was tall and thin, like a hemp stick, and the man rushed over.

"Howard, don't. Xu Man hurriedly tried to stop it, but he had already raised his fist and smashed it towards Li Zitao's cheek.

Leaning sideways and pulling Xu Man behind him, Li Zitao calmly stretched out his right foot.

Howard, who was trying his best, couldn't contain his strength, and was rushed forward by inertia, and Li Zitao's outstretched right foot tripped him and lost his balance.

Syllable!

Standard dog eats, and Howard lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

He was not a strong man, and he had just seen a stranger pulling Mary as if to hurt her, and he rushed up in a moment's whim.

"Is he Howard Lovecraft?" Li Zitao looked at the man on the ground with strange eyes.

If memory serves, his future after death will be affectionately known by fans as 'The Master of Love'. ’

The framework he gave and the various stories constructed by later masters made the Cthulhu Mythos the basis of modern Western horror fantasies.

On this basis, many horrors and fantasists are constantly adding more settings and rich content to it.

Until Cthulhu became a huge system that was infinitely inclusive and extended.

Li Zitao doesn't know much about the story of the master of love craftsmanship and the Cthulhu Mythos, which is probably a few words.

There are two things that I remember most clearly:

First, the founder's life was quite bleak, destitute, died young, and died of depression

Second, the Cthulhu Mythos, the most classic is the inescapable despair and the subversion of the inherent form of the gods.

Before the Cthulhu Mythos, no matter what kind of gods they were, no matter how powerful, they always appeared in words and records in human form.

They are tall, majestic, and have everything in the world, but they are full of tolerance and love for human beings, and guide them to the light.

Cthulhu is different, an ancient and powerful being in the universe, omniscient and omnipotent in control of everything in the universe.

All kinds of indescribable, unimaginable horrors, they have no good or evil, human beings are like ants in their eyes, and killing them is not a burden for them.

It's like there is never a human who notices an ant that is inadvertently trampled to death.

In others, the image of the protagonist is positive, no matter how difficult, struggling, and torture he goes through, he will eventually trample the enemy under his feet.

It doesn't matter if it's a demon, a god, or something.

The master of love craftsmanship is different, in his setting, humans are weak scum, and even the strength to see Cthulhu does not exist.

Either he died without being able to perceive it, or the moment he saw it coming, he instantly fell into madness and became mentally retarded.

The universe contains infinite malice towards human beings, and weak human beings can only tremble in fear and despair, waiting for death to come.

How can this kind of story that challenges the mainstream of society be recognized, even if he wants to publish it for free in a third-rate tabloid, people dislike taking up space.

"If you can change it to the story of the Yellow Kid, I'd be happy to help you with that. This was the reply given to him by a yellow newspaper editor.

Think of a group of hideous and terrifying, squid whiskers, a hundred meters at every turn, a few nebula-sized guys, turned into yellow children

"This editor is a talent!" Sitting in the hotel room, Li Zitao looked at Howard, who was applying ice to his face.

"They don't know what's in the universe at all, and it's disgusting to be the garbage that forever sings the praises of human strength and the majesty of the gods. ”

Speaking of his work, Howard waved his hand with some excitement, with a gesture of 'except me, everyone who writes horror is rubbish'.

"I read your manuscript, it's too sloppy, do I have an idea to hear it?" Li Zitao leaned back, holding the manuscript and said.

After looking through it, he found that there was no system, no good or evil, and Cthulhu was still in its infancy, and its readability was extremely low.

The boring wording is constantly emphasizing terror, despair, and suffocation.

The indescribable mysterious existence hidden in the dark fog, after experiencing the information explosion in the Internet era, he reads it, and there is a hidden sense of darkness after adding to his imagination.

The key is that in this era, people do not have such a rich imagination, for them, demons are the most terrifying existence.

It retains its human form, limbs, and head, except for the addition of horns and a tail.

It's like a frog at the bottom of a well, how can you expect a frog sitting in a well to imagine how vast the sky is outside?

If he hadn't met Howard, Li Zitao wouldn't have remembered to go to him.

But fate sent him to the front, and Li Zitao felt that he should give him some help.

Especially after Howard transforms his canary into an even more seductive little wildcat.

Whether it's the way she plays, the way she dresses, or the changes in the club, it's all under Howard's guidance.

thought it would be difficult, but Xu Man showed ease of experience, the scars left in her heart,

After meeting Howard, he turned into a violent anger, and the darkness hidden in his heart cracked a crack, like an open Pandora's box.

The Cthulhu system, Li Zitao can't remember clearly, and the only ones he is most familiar with are the old rulers.

But he didn't give an opinion on the details, but directly gave him a space for imagination.

"The infinite universe, the infinite, the gods, the evil gods, the camps of good and evil, are in hostility for some special or secret cause,

The attitude towards humanity remains the same, but there must be a prominent point in each work, and humanity that cannot be related to it is the end of death. ”

I'm tired, and I'm going to die when I touch the gram system, what do people think?

It's okay to put it until the sixties or so, but now it's a complete dead end, "The war between the evil gods and the gods, a little ant who was lucky enough to escape and ascend to heaven,

Even if it's a premise like this, there has to be someone alive who has seen them with their own eyes, and then the rules erase their memories or tamper with them, whatever. ”

Li Zitao said whimsically, Howard's initial resistance to the current attempt to describe is a good start.

The white moon of autumn hangs over the grave, casting an extended horror of strange shapes

Swarms of eerie bats flew by, hovering against the moonlight, and ancient churches crawling with vines stood under a lead-gray sky

The object stretched out into the sky like a strange giant finger, and the phosphorescent insect flickered like a ghostly fire under the purple shirt in the corner

I saw it, the indescribable, the majestic, the terrible, the unimaginable, the inexplicable with the insignificance of human cognition, that is

It left, a gust of wind blew, the fog cleared, I wanted to tell the world what I saw, the road was ahead, and I ran forward with all my might.

"Well, why am I running, like, losing something important?"

Putting down the revised manuscript, Li Zitao looked at him and said, "You should go to Hollywood immediately, Huo Dehua, we are going to get rich." ”