At noon in the summer of Qikong City, the locals are most irritable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The glass windows reflect the light and heat of the scorching sun infinitely, but the locals have no choice.

And at this time, the happiest are the owners of those shops and supermarkets, because this is the best time for their frozen goods to sell.

Countless white-collar workers have flocked to the café not far from the place of work, under the blowing of the air conditioner and the light blocking the dark glass, ordering a cup of iced coffee with ice is the thing they enjoy the most.

Today, however, is different.

The guests who came to the café couldn't help but cast their eyes on the table in the corner.

A steaming cup of sugar-free coffee, an ancient book wrapped in a strange sheepskin, and a strange man in a thick black coat sitting in a chair, perhaps the most attractive thing is the man's brown hair.

The man ignored all the sight around him, his eyes were just fixed on the strange ancient book, his hands were shaking, and his face was sweating.

However, the man did not have the slightest idea of taking off his coat, and the sweat on his face was not sweaty from heat, it was cold sweat.

Mo Shu felt that he was unfortunate today because he didn't get a break.

I just got out of a horrible serial murder yesterday, and I just picked up this weird book when I went out shopping today.

If it's just someone else's joke, it's just that the experience from childhood to adulthood and his weird superpowers remind me all the time that this is not a joke, but it really happened.

Mo Shu has a secret, and that is a secret that only Mo Shu knows in the whole world.

Mo Shu has superpowers.

The reason why it is said that only Mo Shu knows about it in the world is because there is no superpower in this world.

From childhood to adulthood, Mo Shu has been involved in countless strange events, ranging from ordinary conspiracy cases to supernatural events involving world peace, and this ability is to make Mo Shu involved in the incident, and know what incident he is involved in, and this tea hair is the result of a previous incident.

But after each event, Mo Shu would have an ordinary routine of three to seven days, and this time it happened the day after the last event.

And this ancient book is the origin of this incident and the key to unlocking this matter.

Call of Cthulhu.

Mo Shu stared at the name of this ancient book, and his head was in chaos.

If he could, Mo Shu would rather be involved in the previous cases for another twenty-seven years without sleep than be involved in this incident.

If you stand up to the sky, you will fight with those fierce gods and ghosts for hundreds of rounds.

And this is the Cthulhu god system, the old rulers who break through the sky with a strange degree, break through the planets in combat power, and roam the universe at will!

The most powerful opponent in those incidents he had encountered before was not even qualified to look at it in the eyes of 'them'.

Thinking of the opponent's size, ability, and background this time, Mo Shu had a feeling that hell was beginning in his life.

After all, even if you die this time, you can't get rid of this superpower.

Mo Shu shrunk back, trying to make himself feel more secure, even if it was an illusion before the end of his life.

Mo Shu suddenly exhaled a slightly cloudy breath.

"It's terrifying, it's genuine, even if I read the title of the book, I feel a sense of misanthropy and cynicism, and even a kind of middle school thought that wants to destroy the world."

Mo Shu gently stroked the tattered sheepskin on the ancient book, but his mind turned away in an instant.

Old Dominator.

A group of indescribable, strange images, and absolutely irresistible beings for human beings.

Even if it might just be a projection.

Just as Mo Shu was thinking about the various possibilities of this incident, a crazy howl suddenly came out from Mo Shu's side, startling Mo Shu.

A waiter went crazy, his eyes rolled and his mouth twisted, and a lot of saliva flowed from it, and the tray in the waiter's hand became a formidable weapon.

The waiter frantically smashed the iron tray at the guest next to Mo Shu, blood splattering.

"Ahh Screams filled the café.

Mo Shu remorsefully tucked the ancient book into his arms, he forgot the consequences of ordinary people seeing the genuine product.

The reason why Mo Shu was able to come back to his senses so quickly and not be crushed by the abyssal fear was the benefit of Mo Shu's superpowers.

Because Mo Shu's superpower will automatically erase the negative spiritual power that impacts Mo Shu, of course, this resistance ability is limited, but the negative spiritual impact of a genuine evil god technique can still be resisted.

If it is the projection of those existences, then the superpower can only barely keep Mo Shu from falling into madness, as for the ontology, not to mention whether those dead houses will use their own ontology, even if they do, they will only stay for a while and leave, of course, if Mo Shu looks directly at the evil god ontology, then Mo Shu's superpower life will be over.

Just as everyone was fleeing in all directions, several strong security guards forcibly suppressed the waiter.

Just as several people were about to escort the waiter away to the police station, the waiter suddenly glared at Mo Shu, and the corners of his mouth were extremely vicious.

"You have been seen, you have been seen by 'them', and they are coming! Quack quack quack ......"

Mo Shu was stunned, and cold sweat began to fall down his forehead rapidly.

While the safe guests were discussing what had just happened, the manager of the café walked up to Mo Shu's side and patted Mo Shu on the shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This guest, please don't take the waiter's words to heart just now, it can be seen from what happened just now that that person is crazy and nervous to the point that he can't do it, so you don't need to care about his rumors."

Looking at the store manager who left to comfort the other guests, Mo Shu smiled slightly bitterly.

Don't care? How could it not be cared.

It was the clearest word ever uttered by a person who was frightened mad by the magic of the evil gods, and I am afraid that it was used by that letter to convey the message.

By the faceless god of a thousand faces, Nyara Topip.

I've seen you, I've found you, I'm going to see you right away, but how long can you play with me? A few minutes? How many hours? A few days or less than a second?

Mo Shu sat down on the chair with his eyes blank.

He heard it, and he could be assured that it was definitely not his own auditory hallucination, nor his own self-deception, but it was, it was, the murmur of the neyarathotep, the most deceitful of the old rulers, the most human-like evil god.

I'm being targeted.

Note: Genuine refers to the background smell.