Da da da, the carriage drove on the muddy road for a long time, away from this already remote town, to the even more deserted outskirts of the town.

It was evening, the sky was red with the sunset, and night was soon approaching, and the birds were chirping and flying back into the woods.

As the old man shouted to stop, the brown horse pulling the cart stopped, and some hay fell to the ground on the pallet. "Mr. Gu, you can come out." "Welcome to my farm," said the old man, "and here I am alone, with cows, chickens, and dogs. "The dogs have come up enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Mr. Joyce." Gu Jun got out of the hay and took out his backpack as well, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

This is not a big farm, but a field with a fence in front of a two-story house with crops, and a wooden warehouse and barn next to it, where Mr. Joyce's cattle and chickens are enclosed, and the smell of animal manure is in the air.

However, this place is not small, and it is not an easy task to take care of it alone.

"I wasn't the only one before." Mr. Joyce seemed to be able to see his doubts, and said in such a hearty tone: "And my mother-in-law, my son, are all dead, just in the past few years. My son had an accident; My mother-in-law couldn't stand the blow and died. ”

Gu Jun frowned, "I'm sorry. Under the old man's hearty tone, it was all hidden sadness.

The old man brought down the hay and went to the house after a busy work, "How about making dinner, how about an omelette and fried bread?" ”

"Okay." Gu Jun was actually very hungry, his stomach was rumbling, he only had one breakfast "today", from the base of the Dongzhou Medical Department, to the oak forest, and then to the wasteland, and then came here. The lack of physical strength also made his spirit drop.

He followed the old man into the house, although in 1929 Citigroup was like New York City, a city was already very developed, but in the remote small place of Cheektown, in the old man's poor house, the layout of the house was very simple and simple, there were no electrical appliances, television, telephone, etc.

"My son." Mr. Joyce said to himself, "Jack, a wonderful lad, was 26 years old when he died, and he died at Innsmouth. He wanted to go there to see if there was any way to make money, but on the way to the town, he came across frightened horses. The horse knocked over several people, and Jack was one of them, and he was particularly unlucky, being trampled in the chest by the horse and dying instantly. ”

Gu Jun was silent, and followed the old man to the kitchen, where there were gas stoves and other things.

"In Innsmouth, it's a common occurrence for horses to be frightened." "There are too many strange things there to mention," said Mr. Joyce. We're remote enough, but Innsmouth is much more remote, an old harbour that, I hearsay, was once a city a hundred years ago, but now it's a complete wasteland. When I was a kid, it was like that, there was no railroad going by, there were no trains, you could go by bus, you had to go to Arkham first. ”

Mr. Joyce sighed, "My poor Jack, who always wanted to make a fortune, thought that he could take advantage of the abandoned houses there, but did not expect to die. ”

"Aren't there many inhabitants there?" Gu Jun spoke.

"Not much now." Mr. Joyce turned on the gas stove and took out the eggs to make the omelette and said, "It's all fishermen who have gone out to sea, and there is a gold refinery. Strangely enough, the rest of a decaying place is the old people who can't walk, but in Innsmouth you don't see any old people, even the older ones are hard to find, and it's full of young people, as if at a certain age, they're going to leave there. ”

Gu Jun groaned, leave? Where did it go?

"The people in Innsmouth are quirky and withdrawn." The sound of the omelette sounded, and Mr. Joyce busied himself with a spatula, "Those of us in the towns and villages near it have always had a lot of legends about Innsmouth. But sometimes you can't blame the gossip because of the beliefs of the people there...... It's different from us. Mr. Gu, I just want to ask you this question, maybe you can answer me. ”

"What?" Gu Jun was puzzled, "Please speak." ”

Mr. Joyce turned his head to look at him, his flushed old face pulled down slightly, "There is a theory that the people of Innsmouth worship demons, and they often perform many rituals. I've always suspected that Jack's death wasn't that simple, and I suspect that he was sacrificed to a demon. ”

Gu Jun felt that the old man's eyes were not completely friendly......

"Legend has it that the people of Innsmouth believe in a demon named 'Dagon.'" The old man said, "It's a paganism imported from the East. ”

Suddenly hearing the name "Dagon", Gu Jun had a headache again, but he understood a lot in his heart.

Dagon, of course, is one of the forces that the Seabird is looking for. If the Innsmouth believe in Dagon, they may convert into Deep Divers...... This transformation does not seem to occur at a young age, but only at a certain age, so there are no middle-aged and elderly people there......

Imported from the East?

This must have been the reason why the men were excited to expel him when they saw him, shouting that the devil, the infidels, wanted to kill them all......

"Mr. Gu, I want to ask you." Mr. Joyce's voice was also a little deep, "How much do you know about the Dagon Sect?" ”

Gu Jun didn't know how to answer for a while, he did have some understanding, but it was not because he was an Oriental.

It's just that if this world has Innsmouth, which does not exist in his native world, then he really doesn't know what his homeland, the East, has.

After all, the leader of the Lalleye Order, the "immortal and immortal old man", is also there.

Facing the old man's eyes, Gu Jun knew that he couldn't just just panic, he still needed to find out more information.

And in this era, in this place that is especially hostile to the Orientals, it is not easy to meet such an old man.

"Mr. Joyce, I don't believe in Dagon." He began by saying, earnestly and sincerely, "In fact, the believers of Dagon are my enemies. ”

"So you do know about the Dagon?" Mr. Joyce became agitated, his pale beard twitching.

"On the ship that came to this country, I had a fight with a few Dagon believers." Gu Jun continued, "Sir, I can tell you that in my hometown, people hate Dagon Christianity just as much, it is just an evil secret society, and in our country it is rumored that it is a pagan religion imported from the West. But now it seems that it came from the abyss. Mr. Joyce, I'm sorry to say that, but I think your son's death is very suspicious. ”

"I know, I know ......" Mr. Joyce gritted his teeth, his old face turned redder with anger, and his eyes were a little moist, "The coroner couldn't find Jack's heart, saying that he was trampled by a horse, but I have dealt with these animals all my life, and I know that being trampled to death by a horse is not like that......"

Thinking of Tian Yiqing, Xie Yiman and others, Gu Jun sighed deeply, if it was really a sacrifice, those evil believers would do everything.

"I knew that...... old man was still muttering, "and in the last two years in Innsmouth, a lot of people have been arrested by the federal police, and a lot of old houses by the docks have been burned." ”