As the priest's tone became more and more agitated, the lights in the hospital room began to flicker violently, and the wires buried in the ceiling made a rapid crackling sound.

The surroundings flickered and dimmed, and the iron chair used to bind the priest shone a faint red light.

The professor put his fingers on the glasses on the bridge of his nose and leaned over to look at the pastor.

This time the darkness lasted unusually long, and the professor had to rely on his memories to find the priest's location.

He had a faint feeling in his heart that something seemed to be happening in the darkness, or that some strange change was taking place in the priest lurking in the darkness.

The feeling was so intense, too strong to suppress.

Syllable!

There was a sudden thud on the lamphead, and the light lit up briefly.

It was at that moment that the professor finally saw what was on the iron chair through the not-so-bright light.

It was a skinned man, sitting there alive, covered in blood red, staring at the professor with its eyelidless eyes, the muscles on its face twitching slowly, as if it were laughing, but without its epidermis, it could no longer show a normal smile.

For the first time since entering Arkham Asylum, the professor felt the horror of the heart, and he pulled back with all his might, pressing his entire back against the cold wall, but his eyes seemed to be out of control, and he couldn't take a moment of removal from the skinless man.

Thankfully, the power was soon restored to normal, and the lights were steady again, and the professor was still in front of the empty ward, and the priest was still bound in his clothes in the iron chair.

The pastor stared at the professor as if he were looking at a priceless piece of art.

The professor looked directly into the pastor's gaze, and the fear in his heart was magnifying little by little.

The priest suddenly laughed out loud: "You saw it, I know, you saw the truth. The doctor is coming to you. ”

At that moment, the professor became timid, he no longer dared to face the madman in front of him, grabbed the notebook on the table, and ran out of the ward as if fleeing for his life.

A nurse followed, and he followed closely behind the professor, shouting worriedly, "Professor, professor? Are you alright, Professor? ”

The professor let out a long breath and turned to look at the nurse behind him.

He wanted to tell the nurse that he was just too tired and needed a good night's sleep and a good dream.

But when he turned his gaze to the nurse, he found that the nurse in front of him had turned into a disgusting monster, he was like a pile of carrion piled up with flesh and blood, and all the flesh and skin on his body were blooming, and the cracks in the flesh were filled with burnt yellow rotten liquid.

The sight only appeared for a moment, and when the professor looked at the nurse, the nurse returned to his original form.

"Professor?"

The nurse called out with a worried face.

The professor forced his breathing and said to the man, "I need to take a vacation." ”

With a brief remark, the professor quickly left the hallway, not wanting to spend even a second more in this ghost place.

Back in his office, the professor wrote a leave request as quickly as he could, and then left the asylum with his notebook.

The professor thought that as long as he left the madhouse, those horrific sights would be far away from him.

But he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

He took the nearest flight to the Maldives to heal his heart in a dreamlike paradise that was indeed full of dreams for him, but alas, nightmares.

During his first week in the Maldives, nothing was out of the ordinary, and the professor enjoyed seven full days of pleasure here, when he thought he had completely come out of his nightmare.

The notes detail the events of that week, but they are all inconsequential trivialities, and there is no need to write about them.

Things took a turn for the worse on the eighth day of the professor's arrival in the Maldives.

In that day's journal, the professor wrote: "It took seven days for God to create the world, and it only took five minutes for the devil to destroy it." ”

That morning, the professor went to the beach to sunbathe as usual, and he leaned over to set up his sun lounger, and was about to turn around and lie down on the chair, only to find that the color in front of him had completely changed.

The clear blue sky turned a deep gray, and there were no clouds in the sky, as if it was gray, which was the color of the sky.

The blue ocean turned a vivid red, as if it was not water flowing in the ocean, but blood rushing from the bodies of living people.

Standing in this world of blood and darkness, the professor's brain was a little blank, and at this time he completely forgot his fear, not only that, but there was a strange throbbing in his heart, that feeling, like after struggling in a difficult situation for a long time, he finally solved an academic problem by chance.

The outstanding sense of accomplishment and the strong sense of satisfaction envelop the professor's mood together.

The professor was very sane, and I immediately thought of the priest in Arkham Asylum, who knew that if he accepted the throbbing, he would become a homicidal maniac like the priest.

He didn't dare to look directly at the gray sky and the sea of blood, and immediately turned and ran towards the hotel, and along the way, he saw countless monsters roaming the beach, and the appearance of those people was no different from the nurses in the madhouse, like piles of flesh and blood wriggling on the ground.

Back at the hotel, the professor closes all the windows, closes all the curtains, turns off the power and lights, and makes sure that there is not a single thing in the space that gives him light, and he must expose himself to absolute darkness to avoid seeing the strange sights that will drive him crazy.

When, when, when......

Just as the professor blocked the last window with a plush quilt and the room finally went dark, someone knocked on the lattice.

With the thickness of the plush quilt, it could have blocked the light outside the window, but as the sound of percussion kept recalling, the thick plush quilt reflected a blood-colored halo, and along with these halos, there was a strange figure.

Through the plush quilt, the professor could only see the silhouette of the man, an unusually slender man with a hood and a sharp, thick beak sticking out of his face.

At this time, he was tapping the edge of the window with his hand like a bamboo pole.

The damn crow is here after all!

Staring at the silhouette outside the window, the professor felt a huge sense of belonging, and he felt that he should open the window to welcome the arrival of the "doctor".

But he could also feel from the bottom of his heart that this strange sense of belonging seemed to come from some kind of ancient and evil call.