One thing I was suspicious of, but now I know the truth, and that is that the bishop did not die of natural causes.

Since then, people have been writing me some strange letters, which are generally about shoe teaching.

And my spirit trembled like never before, and I began to fall.

I spent the whole day sending telegrams and arranging all sorts of things, and that evening I said goodbye to my friends and went late for the train, and they said they wanted to see the horrors.

When I arrived at the place, I realized that the locals knew very little about the infidels, and that there were too many inferior scum on the docks for anyone to pay special attention to, but I heard gossip that the half-breeds had been to Neidu once, during which time there was a slight drum beat and red fire on the hills.

I hurried to John, hoping that he would go with me to investigate the matter, but the investigation did not lead to any conclusion, and John had gone through the incident and his yellow hair turned snow-white, and he sold his house, and took his wife back to his hometown on a steamer, and he told me about the thrilling adventure, and he told my friend that he knew about it.

Then I went to his friend's house, and as soon as I entered, I saw a statue kept in his display case.

The monster, with the head of a squid and the scales of a dragon's wings, crouched on a pedestal engraved with hieroglyphs, and I studied it carefully, and found that the carving of this terrible object was extraordinarily finely carved.

Like the statue before it, it was as mysterious as the ancient material, and his friend told me that he thought it was a great mystery, and that he swore that there was no such thing as a material, and I couldn't help but feel a little tingling in my scalp, thinking of what Robert had mentioned to John from the Old Dominators: "They came from the stars and brought their own images." ”

My spirit trembled like never before, and I decided to visit John again and sail to where he was.

I got out of the dock without stopping and took a taxi, walked a little way, came to a neat and old house, and knocked on the door with a rough face, and it was opened by a lady, dressed in black, with a sad expression, and she stammered to me that John was no longer there.

John's wife said that he was like a different person when he returned, and that he told his wife no more than he told the public, but he left behind a long manuscript on certain issues.

Johansen walked into an alley near the dock and was knocked to the ground by Yida Manjushri, who had fallen from the window of the Icchizen attic, and died before the sailors could quickly pick him up.

Doctors did not find a clear cause of death, so they had to attribute it to heart problems and physical weakness.

At this moment I feel the fear of worrying about the darkness of my internal organs, and will never let me go, until the so-called accident** will also let me sleep forever.

I convinced John that I had a technical connection with her husband, and I got the manuscript, and I took it with me, and began to read it on the boat, and it was so trivial and so voluminous that I wondered what had happened, and let him keep a diary afterwards, day by day, of what had happened to the last panic.

When John returned, he quit his job as a police officer in order to investigate the shoe teacher he had met earlier, and then became a sailor.

But six crew members of their ship died on an unknown island, and John kept his mouth shut.

The earthquake and storm occurred on March 1, due to the separation of international dates

Change the line, so here we are on February 28, and the ship on which John was on departed from that moment, at the same time, on the other side of the world, the poet and artist dreamed of a huge city, and a young sculptor created the terrifying image of Cthulhu in his sleep.

On March 23, the crew landed on an unknown island, six of whom lost their lives, and on the same day the clarity of the dreams of sensitive people reached its peak, and the dreams became eerie and terrifying by the huge monsters that chased after them, one designer suddenly went crazy, and another sculptor suddenly fell into delusion.

What about the storm again on April 2, when the nightmare about the city came to an abrupt end and the artist woke up from the shackles of a strange fever unharmed? What does all of this, and Robert's account of the imminent arrival of the evil gods from the stars, the cultists loyal to the evil gods, and the ability of the Old Gods to control dreams?

Am I on the verge of a cosmic horror beyond the control of humanity? Back and forth? If this is the case, they must have acted on the fear of the mind, and for some reason some situation on April 2 prevented the existence of those horrors, the siege of the human soul.

John's manuscript was so dry that the retelling of its essence was enough to show why the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship became so unbearable to him that he had to plug his ears with cotton.

I knew then he understood that the gods had not spared themselves after all, and of course, I could no longer sleep peacefully when I thought of the great fear that would always lurk behind time and space, the filthy monsters from the ancient stars, the nightmarish shoeists sleeping at the bottom of the sea, and worshipping them, freeing them, waiting for the next earthquake, turning their megalithic cities into the sunlight and air.

John's initial journey, as he had told the rest of the story, was that the ship left the country on 20 February with its cargo in its load, and was hit by an earthquake that caused a violent storm that undoubtedly caused the storm to rise from the bottom of the sea, which was undoubtedly full of nightmares and horrors.

After the ship regained control, the voyage went fairly smoothly until March 22, when it met another ship.

The ship blew up their ship directly, and it recorded the whole ship being sunk, and I could feel the grief in his chest.

And when he writes about the black-clad shoe fanatics on the other ship, there is a strong fear in his tone, and those people have a special evil temperament, so it is a duty to kill them.

John commanded the crew to drive the captured clipper boat on, and saw a huge stone pillar sticking out of the sea in the distance, and then at 47 degrees 9 minutes south latitude and 126 degrees west longitude, 43 minutes saw a coastline, this coastline mixed with silt slime and huge boulder buildings covered with seaweed, that was undoubtedly the most terrible place on earth, the nightmarish dead city, the huge monster like a mountain, came to the earth from the dark stars and built this city.

The great Cthulhu and his people hid in the hall covered in green slime, and after countless time loops of immeasurable time, finally transmitted his thoughts to the outside world, spreading fear into the dreams of the sensitive, and arbitrarily summoning the faithful to worship and release him and John knew nothing about it, but God knew what he saw soon.

I guess it's just a hilltop that rises above the water, and the terrible megalithic fortress on the top of the hill is where Cthulhu is buried, and when I think about what else is hiding under the sea, I want to kill myself right away.

The ancient demon built the city of Gulon was so majestic and magnificent that John and his crew shuddered, and they didn't need expert guidance to guess that he could never have come from Earth, or any ordinary planet.

And tall

The reliefs on the boulder are almost identical to the statues seen before.

Reading John's astonishing description, these scenes came to life in front of me.

John though didn't know what futurism was? But the way he describes the city is very much like this kind of art, he does not depict specific structures and buildings, he only speaks of the huge angles and the magnitude of the surface of the stones, the impression that the surface is too huge to belong to any normal object, much less suitable for our earth, and is engraved with evil terrible patterns and words that exist only in the imagination, and the reason why I mention the angle he says is because these things remind me of the terrible dream that the sculptor told me, and he once said, The scene I saw in my dream violated the principles of geometry and did not belong to Euclidean space.

The terrifying associative begging surface is a very different dimension from our world, and the horrific reality scene that John saw after quitting his job as a seafarer actually produced the same feeling.

John and his crew landed on the Nani slope of the behemoth city, struggling to climb the slippery massive rock, which could never have been a mortal staircase.

The sun in the sky seemed to be distorted, and perverted threats and dangers lurked in the inscrutable angles of the boulder, which at first looked bulging and secondly sunken.

So all they could see was rocks, mud and weeds, but some similar fears enveloped these explorers, not to mention the fear of being ridiculed by others, each of them wanted to turn around and run away, and the group searched absentmindedly, trying to find a souvenir that could be moved to take away, but in vain.

One of the crew members climbed to the base of the pillar, shouting that he had made a new discovery, and the others followed suit, looking curiously at the bas-relief of the octopus dragon's head on the carved door of the giant gate, which was no stranger to them.

John said that the door was like a huge storeroom door, and that the crew thought it was because it had an ornate lintel frame and threshold, but they could not confirm whether it was laid flat, the flap flap or the cellar sliding door.

As the sculptor said, this place defies the principles of geometry, and you can't be sure if the sea and the ground are level? The relative positions of other objects become bizarre.

John pushed the stone in several places, but failed to open the door, and the crew fumbled carefully along the edge of the door, pressing each bump as they went.

They followed the weird stone carvings, and they climbed endlessly and said he was climbing, because you can't be sure if the door is level or not? They couldn't imagine how such a huge door could exist in the universe?

As time went on the door opened from the top inward, and they found that the door was balanced in the middle, and everyone slipped down from it, and it was pitch black inside the door, as if darkness was a tangible substance, but darkness was a good thing here, because it obscured the inner wall that they should see.

Darkness erupted like smoke from the Eternal Cage, flapping its wings and the shrunken and bulging sky clearly blocking out the sunlight, and an unbearable smell wafted from the abyss that had just opened.

And the crew also heard some kind of disgusting splashing sound from below, and everyone pricked up their ears, and at this moment, it appeared in the field of vision with its huge body in tow.

The gelatinous green body squeezed out of the black gate and into the mad and poisonous city, the rotten outdoor air.

Poor John could barely write down here, and of the six companions who failed to return to the ship, he thought two had been scared to death at that time.