The most conspicuous of these non-professionals was a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, who became the focus of the entire meeting for a while.

He came from a far-flung place and wanted some special support that was hard to come by in that place, his name was John, and he was a police officer by profession.

He brought with him an object for expert advice, a stone sculpture that seemed to be very old and disgusting, and no one could determine the origin of this thing.

Of course, the officer had no interest in archaeology, on the contrary, his curiosity was driven solely by professional necessity.

Police raided the wooded swamp a few months ago to target a suspected voodoo rally and seized the statue during the operation.

No one knows what it is, an idol or a god?

The rituals associated with this thing were so unique and murderous that the police realized that they had stumbled upon an unknown cult of the Dark Shoe that was countless times more cruel than the darkest of African voodoo cults.

As for the origin of the stone carving, from the mouths of the captured members, the police only asked some bizarre stories that could not be MMS, so it is equivalent to not knowing anything. Thus the vine touched the melon and uprooted the group.

Officer John didn't expect that what he took out would attract so much attention, and the scientific researchers who were gathered in the hall suddenly saw the stone sculpture with excited eyes, and couldn't wait to gather over and look at the small stone statue, which was strange and inexplicably gave people an ancient unimaginable feeling.

It undoubtedly opens up some untouched ancient world, and no one knows which type of statue this terrible object belongs to. The actual provenance is unknown, and the dull and green surface records hundreds or even thousands of years

The researcher slowly passed on, looked at this stone statue carefully, the height of his acquaintance was between seven inches and eight inches, the carving technique was exquisite, it depicted a slightly humanoid monster, the head resembled an octopus, the face was innumerable, the tentacles covered with scales of the body, with a rubber texture, the front and rear limbs were long and narrow with huge claws and long and narrow wings behind the back, this monster seemed to be full of terror and unnatural malice, the body was long and bloated, and the evil crouched on a rectangular stone block or pedestal, The pedestal is covered with unrecognizable characters.

Its hips occupy the center of the pedestal, its front legs are slightly bent and retracted, and the front segment of the curved hook claw grabs the front of the pedestal, and the huge front paws that extend down to 3/4 of the base grasp the hind legs, raise the knees, and resemble the head of a cephalopod creature that hangs forward and the tail end of the facial tentacles sweeps the back of the front paws.

The overall image of the statue seems to be ordinary and unrepresented, and because of its provenance, it is all the more terrifying, and the monster's enormous horror and unimaginable antiquity are beyond doubt.

But statues do not show any connection to all types of artwork from the early days of human civilization or even all other eras, and the other point is that, although the carving has little to do with it, the material of the realization is a complete mystery.

Smooth dark green with gold or red spots and stripes, it is completely alien to geology and mineralogy, and the text on the pedestal is equally puzzling: most of the world's experts in the field are present, but no one can think of any language that is most distantly related to these words. These words, like the themes and materials of their realization, belong to a strange time in which we know the history of mankind, and which is terrifyingly allusional to an ancient and filthy life cycle in which our world and human ideas have no place.

The researchers present shook their heads and admitted that John's question was stumped, that they had only one member, claiming that the monster and the text evoked a strange sense of familiarity, and hesitated to say one thing he knew, the late William, a professor of archaeology at a certain university, was an unknown explorer, and that 48 years ago William had joined an expedition to Iceland and Gernamin in search of some stone carvings, but in vain.

Because they met a group of local natives on the plateau on the west coast of Gannanlin, this strange tribe, who believed in some kind of fallen shoe religion, which was a strange kind of demon, worshipping an unusual bloodthirsty and disgusting thing, which made her feel creepy, these guys knew very little about this belief, and every time they mentioned it, they would tremble with fear, saying that he came from some distant and terrible time before the creation of the world, and in addition to unspeakable rituals and murderous sacrifices, there were strange rituals passed down from generation to generation within the tribe, as if they worshipped some extremely high ancient evil god.

William obtained a linguistic record from an older pillar of the house, and used the Roman alphabet as best he could, the most important of which was the evil god of the shoe.

Tribal members would dance around the aurora as it hung high above the ice fangs, and according to the Professor's statement, it was a crude bas-relief of the moment with terrifying images and cryptic text, which, as far as he knew, had in common with the monstrous statue that appeared in the venue at this moment.

The members present were all new and surprised to hear this, and the policeman was twice as excited, and he immediately asked the old professor one question after another, and his subordinates, after capturing the group of swamp shoe cultists, recorded the chanting of the believers at the festival, so he asked the professor to recall the aborigine's sacrificial syllables as much as possible.

After Jiang Erzhe carefully compared the details, the police and the scientists were stunned for a moment, because they confirmed that although the source was thousands of miles apart, the two memorial texts were almost identical.

Subsequently, at the unanimous and urgent request of the attendees, the policeman recounted his experience of dealing with swamp worshippers in as much detail as possible.

From the notebook, I also see that the Lord will attach great importance to the story he tells, which is a myth, and the wildest dreams of the author and the theocratic reveal how disorienting the fantasy universe that these half-breeds and inferior people aspire to dominate really are.

On November 1st, the police received a panic report that the residents of Uncle Foot lived a primitive life, and unknown people who were kind by nature and who came quietly in the night brought great fear to them, these people seemed to be shoeists, but much more terrible than the shoeists they knew, and women and children began to disappear since the tambourine full of malice kept ringing in the Black Forest when the settlers did not dare to set foot in the Black Forest.

They heard frenzied shouts, screams of pain, and frightening chants, saw the dancing of ghostly fire, frightened the courier, and said that the settlers could not bear it any longer.

In the evening, 20 policemen boarded two carriages and a car, led by terrified messengers, and set out, and they came to the end of the road, and stopped and walked silently, and trekked for miles through the swamp in the woods that had never seen the sun, where ugly roots and noose-like parasitic vines blocked their tracks.

Every misshapen tree and a fungal tribe creates a sickly atmosphere, which is only deepened by the appearance of slippery stone walls and ruined walls.

Finally, the settlers' village, a crowded and miserable shack came into view, and ecstatic residents ran out to surround the policemen staring at the lanterns, and the faint sound of tambourine could be heard in the distance, and the blood-freezing screams could be faintly heard as the wind changed.

In the dark night forest with no end in sight, the timid settlers who could see a fire shining through the gray undergrowth were immediately left behind again,

I don't want to go an extra inch towards that scene.

The officers lost their guide and had to walk to the dark corridor on their own.

The police walked into this area, which had always had a bad reputation, but the white people knew nothing and never approached the legend that there was a hidden lake invisible to mortals, inhabited by unspeakable hydroid-like monsters with white bodies and glowing eyes.

Rumors among the settlers say that a demon with bat wings would fly to the underground caverns at midnight to worship the monster, which they said appeared before humans and even before the birds and beasts of the forest.

The existence of a monster is a nightmare in itself, and seeing it is only a dead end, and the monster has the ability to make people dream, so they all know how to avoid it.

In fact, the ritual is now taking place at the edge of the cursed area, where the scene is already terrifying, and the location these guys have chosen is likely to scare the settlers more than the horrific screams and all the changes.

As the group walked through the swamp in the darkness, towards the grand light and the faint sound of the tambourine, there were strange sounds that only poets and madmen could calmly deal with, some of which could only come from the throat of a man, some of which could only come from the throat of a beast, and the most terrifying thing was that some of them sounded like one of them, while the source was more like the other.

The wild but neat unbridled cries of animals spurred the body to climb to magical heights, containing intoxicating milliliters and screams, which reverberated through the night in the forest, like a deadly storm blowing in the abyss of hell, and the barking of dogs that were not very neat, occasionally stopped many hoarse voices, and suddenly chanted in unison.

At this time, everyone came to a sparsely wooded place, and the scene at this moment appeared in front of them, four policemen directly weakened their legs and feet, one of them fainted on the spot, and the other two policemen screamed wildly in fright, but fortunately they quickly drowned out the crazy noise.

John splashed his fainting companion with swamp water, and all the policemen stood in place, trembling and barely able to move under this fear, for there was a naturally formed island in the swamp, not very large, with no trees or grass, and it looked rather dry.

A group of people on the island were jumping on the pedals, their ugliness difficult to describe in words, these half-breeds, naked ** writhing around the strange ring bonfire, the curtain of flames, occasionally blown open by the wind, revealing a granite boulder in the center, about eight feet high, and on top of it was the eerie statue of the small and incongruous one.

Ten gallows were erected at regular intervals around the rocks of the island surrounded by bonfires, and the poor missing settled on them.

The corpses were all strangely damaged, and the shelves were in a circle, and the shoeists jumped inside, and the monsters taught them to turn roughly from left to right, and there was an endless in two rings of corpses and campfires.

Almost everyone heard the flapping of giant wings, and the farthest distance among the trees, glowing eyes and massive white bodies.

After a moment of panic for the policemen, they quickly remembered their duty, and although there were nearly a hundred half-breeds gathered around the campfire, the policemen had walls after all, and they rushed towards the disgusting barbarians without hesitation, and the chaos and noise of the next five minutes were indescribable.

Punching, kicking, and bullets, the thugs fled, but in the end they still caught 47 frustrated criminals, forced them to put on their clothes as fast as they could, and lined up between two columns of police, five believers died on the spot, and two were seriously injured on stretchers, carried by their companions. The statue at the top of the boulder was carefully removed, and John himself took him back.

After they returned to the police headquarters nervously and exhaustively to investigate, they found that almost all of the prisoners were mentally abnormal mixed-race low-class people, most of whom were seafarers, and most of them were people from other places except for a few blacks and mulattoes.

These people, despite their depravity and ignorance, have a striking unanimous awareness of the ideas at the heart of this abominable belief.

According to the prisoners, they worshipped the Old Dominators, who came to this young world from the sky and had survived for countless years long before the advent of humans. The Old Rulers have since left the city and dived into the depths of the earth and the oceans, but the bodies they left behind told their secrets to the first humans through dreams.

Humanity has created a Order that has been passed down from generation to generation, and to which they belong, and the prisoners say that he has always existed and will always exist in remote ruins and dark places around the world, waiting for High Priest Cthulhu to awaken from his palace at the bottom of the dark sea and put the Earth back under his rule.

One day, when the stars line up, it will cry out, and the Order will be ready to go for liberation.

The police couldn't ask anything anymore, there were some secrets, and even torture could not be used to get that humans are definitely not the only conscious creatures on earth.

There used to be something that came from the darkness, a handful of the most devout believers, but they weren't the rulers of the old days, no one had ever seen these guys, and the statue was carved from the great Cthulhu, but no one would say if the other gods were like it, and now no one understood the ancient writing, only a few things were still passed down orally.

Only two of the prisoners were sane enough to be hanged, and the others were sent to various psychiatric hospitals, all of whom denied any involvement in the killing, swearing that the killers were black-clad monsters from the ancient meeting place in the dark forest, and the police did not ask for any inconsistent descriptions of these mysterious criminal comrades.

One of them, Robert, told some of the terrible and legendary fragments, but these were enough to dwarf the speculations of the Theosophists, according to what it said, humans and the civilized world were just newcomers, there were other creatures who ruled the earth for billions of years or so, they built huge cities, he said that he had been to the East, and the mysterious Oriental had told him that the remains of these cities could still be found, such as the boulder pile on an island, They had been asleep for countless eons long before the advent of humans, and when the stars moved to a certain position again in the eternal cycle, they could be awakened by some means, and they were actually from the stars, and they also brought their own images.

Robert also said that these old rulers were not flesh and blood, and that they did have physical images from the stars, and that wasn't that? But these forms are not made of matter, when the stars are in the right position, they can travel between worlds through the sky, and if the star city is not in the right position, they will lose their lives, but although they are not alive now, they will never die.

They have been perched in the palace made of boulders, protected by the powerful spell of Cthulhu, waiting for the stars and the earth to return to the correct alignment and welcome the glorious resurrection, when the time must be there to unleash their physical spells, which protect them on the one hand, and restrict their actions on the other, the old rulers can only lie awake in the dark and think, and let the time roll over for millions of years, but they know everything that happens in the universe, through the transmission of the exchange of ideas, even at this moment, They were also talking to each other, and after an endless time of chaos, the first humans appeared.

The Old Dominators affect the most sensitive humans

dreams, to talk to them, because only by this means can their language reach the flesh and blood minds of mammals.

Robert lowered his voice and looked at John mysteriously and said, "The Old Ruler shows the little idols like the first human beings, and the human race has built a shoe cult around the idols, these idols, the dark stars from the sky, and this shoe cult will never die until the stars return to their right place, and when that time comes...... The great Cthulhu will wake up from his grave and resurrect his servants to re-establish the reign that has stepped on the earth, and it will be easy to tell at that time, because humanity will become the same as the old rulers, free and wild, beyond good and evil, and put aside law and morality, and all will cry and kill and revelry in joy, and then the unleashed old rulers will teach people new means of shouting and killing, revelry, and pleasure, and the whole earth will fall into fire and slaughter in intoxication and freedom, and now this shoe religion must pass through normal sacrifices, Preserve the memory of those ancient ways and recount the prophecies of the return of the gods. ”

Earlier, the chosen ancestors had conversed in dreams with the Old Rulers in the tombs, but then the megalithic city sank to the bottom of the sea with its pillars and tombs, and the deep sea was filled with the most primitive mist, and even thoughts could not be penetrated, so the conversation of the souls was cut off, and the memories never died.

The senior technician said that when the stars were in the right place, the city would rise above the sea again, and the dark spirits of his brother would also spring up from the dark caverns of the Great Suku, from the long-forgotten caverns of the sea, full of gossip caught there, about them Robert, did not dare to say anything more, he hurriedly ended his speech, no matter how much he tried to persuade and threaten, he would not bring up the subject again, and another interesting thing was that he also mentioned the size of the old rulers.

Speaking of that shoe religion, he believes that the center of this shoe religion is the city of a thousand pillars, which is located in the remote Arabian desert.

Dreams, hidden in the untouched place.

This shoe cult has nothing to do with the witch shoe cult in Europe, and no one knows about it except for its members, and no books mention it.

Except for a book called the Necronomicon.

And the book generally has two meanings, and the reader will understand it according to his own choice.

Deeply touched and unable to composure, John inquired about the history of the shoe-cult in vain, and Robert said that it was a secret, and that he was clearly not lying.

However, the authorities of the various universities, neither the shoe sect itself, nor the statue could give any explanation.

John's story, with the curse of the figurine, not only aroused a feverish interest in the room, and the discussion continued in correspondence, but the official publications of the Society barely mentioned it, and they were accustomed to the fact that fraud and exaggerated caution were their first principles.

John lent the statue to the bishop, but after the bishop's death the statue returned to his possession and is still in his custody.

Not long ago I saw the statue with his own eyes, and it was quite terrifying, and it undoubtedly resembled the statue in the dreams of young people.

No wonder the Lord was so excited to hear the story told by the statuer, because he knew that John had mastered the Shoe Cult, and this sensitive young man not only dreamed of monsters and hieroglyphs that were identical to the swamp stone statue and the demon slate, but also heard exactly the three words shouted by the Shoe Cultists in the dream, but I still secretly suspected that the young man had learned about the Shoe Cult from other sources, so I fabricated a series of dreams.

This guy enhances and perpetuates the mystery of this matter, and the dream report that the bishop has collected before is the strongest corroboration.

But the rationalism in my head and the absurdity of the whole thing were the most logical conclusions in my mind.

I thoroughly studied the manuscript again and compared John's description of the shoe religion with his previous Theosophical and anthropological notes, and then set out for the sculptor's home, intending to denounce the absurdity of his wanton deception of a spiral elder.

Anthony still lives in the same place as before, an ugly Victorian building modeled after the 17th-century Breton style.

Show off its stucco-stuccoed façade in a lovely colonial-style house on the hillside.

When I found this guy, she was working in her room, and when I saw the works scattered around, I immediately understood that he was talented, and that he was outstanding, and I thought that in time this guy would become an important Decadent artist.

His vocal range was fragile, a little disheveled, and he heard my knock at the door or turned listlessly, and asked me what was the matter without asking, and I identified myself, and he seemed disinterested.

When the bishop inquired about his strange dreams, he immediately opened his words, but the bishop did not understand the reason and I did not reveal more information to him, but only turned around and used his words.

It didn't take long for me to believe that he was telling the truth, because no one could doubt the reality of the tone of his dreams, and the subconscious scars of these dreams and dreams profoundly influenced his artistic style.

He showed me a creepy sculpture, the darkness and evil that the seven wheels could contain, and made me tremble, and he couldn't remember where else he had seen the prototype of this thing other than the statue he had shaped in his dream? I only know that he has gradually formed under his hands before he knows it, and there is no doubt that this is the huge monster mentioned in his delusional nonsense.

I soon figured out that he really knew nothing about the mysterious shoe cult except the bishop, who had confided nothing in the endless cross-examination, and I began to wonder again whether it was possible for him to get a strange impression from it.

And this young man, with a strange poetry, spoke of dreams, which brought to life the damp boulder city and the slippery green stones, in which a strange detail was mentioned.

The lines of these stones are completely contrary to the principles of geometry and also make me look forward to them with horror.

Suddenly, there was a never-ending howl in my ears.

Cthulhu sleeps in the cave of Fallaiye, waiting to be resurrected in his dreams.

I was deeply moved by this, though I had always remained rational, and I was sure that the fellow had stumbled upon the cult, but soon forgot about it as he read a lot of strange books and thoughts, and later the impression of the thing was formed, which manifested itself subconsciously in his dreams, and in the relief and the horrible statue I saw at the moment, so that his deception of the bishop was purely unintentional.

I really didn't like this young man, who was a little pretentious and a little impolite, but still willing to admit his talent and honesty I said goodbye to him in a friendly way, wishing her the success she deserved with her talent, and the shoe school still fascinated me, and sometimes I fantasized that I could make a name for myself for exploring its origins and connections, so I went elsewhere to visit the other participants, to check the horrible statues, and even to interrogate the few half-blood prisoners who were still alive.

Unfortunately, that Robert has passed away, and for several years I have a lot of first-hand information, although it is only a more detailed confirmation of what my grandfather wrote, but at the same time it makes me feel excited, because I am convinced that I am looking for a very real and secret ancient religion, a discovery that will help me to become a famous anthropologist, and I am still completely materialistic, and I really hope to continue to do so at this moment.