Because the old book is finished, the new book is prepared.

He collected and consulted a number of folklore sources, including the Cthulhu Mythos.

Knowing the Cthulhu Mythos, the mythological system that was first born from the work of a foreign writer, or more science fiction.

At its core, it is man's natural fear of the unknown and the malice of the unknown towards man.

Later, this system of the Cthulhu Mythos was accepted and perfected by many people abroad, and it was gradually formed.

Looking at the information that Ji Zhuo had previously posted in the author group, this author thought about it, and his eyes gradually lit up,

“…… The subject matter seems to be good. Either a new book will open this theme......"

“…… This subject matter naturally carries a sense of mystery and mystery, and the reader must be able to feel the novelty when he looks at it. ”

"Let's go about it...... But you can't just start writing in a hurry, you have to think about it again, and collect some information by the way. ”

“…… Let's start by giving the protagonist of this novel a name...... It's called Klein...... Small grams! ”

The author thought with great interest, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

……

"Crackling."

Outside, the sky has darkened, and the lights of thousands of homes in the city have replaced the starlight, dotting the city.

Ji Zhuo was still sitting at the desk in the study, facing the laptop.

With an excited smile on his face, he crackled and typed on the keyboard from time to time.

It's not because he wrote this novel very smoothly this time,

And on the contrary, it was because he was stuck in writing this new book.

Because it was purely improvised, I hadn't collected much information about the Cthulhu Mythos before, and I didn't have any goods in my head.

When I write at this time, I have to switch to the browser from time to time and check the relevant information.

It doesn't have the smooth feeling when I wrote "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" before, and the speed attribute with two points added doesn't work at all.

But isn't that more stable!

That's where my five inspirations come into play.

Doesn't this prove that the system is not operating in the dark this time, this is not stable.

With his own five-point inspiration and six-point writing,

Are you afraid that you won't be able to write a street novel with an average score of less than 2,000?

Ji Zhuo glanced at the interface of the system,

When he started writing the book,

The requirements for this issue are fixed at 2,000 per year, with more than 500,000 words completed.

This is not a proof that the system also feels that the subject matter it chooses is also very niche.

Steady! Steady!

Ji Zhuo looked excited again, and then stumbled on the codeword software and continued to code words.

“…… Howard woke up from his coma, and the whispers in his ears were gone,

But the pain of his whispering still lingered in his memory, making him tremble and frown, unwilling to think about it again.

It was a kind of torture that kept falling from the abyss, and he felt the pain of unknown distortion in his body again, but there was also a kind of foolish fanaticism in his pain.

Foolishness? My heart jumped.

Howard didn't dare to think about it again, as if the whisper in his ear was about to return.

Rubbing his head, Howard struggled to his feet from the ground next to the door.

"Mr. Howard. How do you feel? ”

At this time, a hand reached in front of Howard,

Howard looked up, only to find that someone had entered the room at some point, and he was standing beside him.

It's two men.

One was older, with a scruffy beard that had not been built for a long time, and the other was dressed like a magician's gown, with high leather shoes, a top hat on his head, and a gas slip and charcoal in his hand.

“……”

"You don't look like gas meter burners."

After a pause, Howard reached out and borrowed strength from the bearded man's hand, and reluctantly stood up.

"He's gone, I'm here to help him with his work.".

The young man in the top hat bowed his head slightly and said with a smile.

"Who are you? Want to do something! If I don't make it clear, I'm going to call the police. ”

Howard stood up straight and said sharply, testing the two strange people.

"Mr. Policeman just left, Mr. Howard."

It was still the young man with the top hat, and he said politely.

"I'm a lecturer at Morley University! Who the hell are you! ”

Howard probed again.

"Of course we know that Mr. Howard is a lecturer at Morley University, and we also know that you are the youngest associate professor in the Department of Archaeology at Morley University and a member of the Archaeological Society of the Kingdom of Lancey."

The young man said to Howard with a smile on his face, still very politely.

And the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a little sloppy and unkempt also spoke at this time,

"Mr. Howard, that's what we're here for."

"Remember the assistants, students, and another professor who went with you to investigate the monuments left behind by the Tertiary Period?"

"They're all dead."

"There is a price to be paid for exploring the unknown, Mr. Howard." ”

Ji Zhuo crackled and tapped on the keyboard, coding.

Although most of the time it's in the backspace click.

The false author has a furrow in his belly, a confident mind, and a god in his pen.

The real author, stumbling, writing two sentences and deleting one and a half sentences, and the backspace key will be broken.

Dig out those Western medieval backgrounds, which make the reader lack a sense of substitution.

Ji Zhuo's new book "Revival of Cthulhu",

It's a relatively normal novel.

The main character's name is Howard,

is an archaeologist in the world of Cthulhu, who has come back from the dead,

He is an associate professor in the Department of Archaeology and a member of the Archaeological Society.

Previously, he believed in the lord of machinery and steam.

Because of an archaeological operation, I came into contact with the remnants of the previous era, some information that contains great existence.

In the Cthulhu worldview, all knowledge has a price,

Ordinary people are often unable to bear the message of the Great Being, as if they were cursed.

Assistants, students, and another professor who were involved in this archaeology at the same time as Howard

Died in different states and in different places, in a strange state,

or commit suicide at home, leaving behind a few crazy babbling,

Or die in the cellar of the house, and when someone finds it, the scene is terrifying as if some kind of ceremony is being performed.

Howard thought he was going to die like this,

He returned home, and after a meal, calmly waited for death to come.

He did hear some muffled whispers in his ears,

As his words became clearer, he gradually fell into a frenzy, and all kinds of crazy thoughts flashed in his mind,

Eventually, he did lose consciousness.

But the strange thing is that he didn't die like the others,

He woke up again at home.

Just when he was puzzled and uneasy,

Outside the door, a worker who counted the gas meter knocked on his door.

He went to open the door, but as he got up, he heard the crazy whispering in his ear again and passed out.

When he woke up again, two unnamed and eccentric men appeared in his room.

They came for the strange archaeological operation that preceded it.

They say they are the night watchmen of the church.

And that's where the story begins.

As for the rest of the story,

Ji Zhuo was still stumbling and thinking, barely having a rough idea.

The identity of the protagonist Howard as an archaeologist naturally still has to be maintained.

Gain power by exploring some ancient traces and ancient places left over from previous eras and early epochs.

At the same time, the protagonist Howard can also be allowed to join the church in the early stage to reveal the worldview.

However, in order to reduce the reader's sense of involvement,

Ji Zhuo didn't even write that the protagonist was crossed, so he directly got the identity of an aborigine.

"Crackling ......"

"'We are the night watchmen, sir.'

"Night's watchman?"

"Yes, on duty to watch the night, to guard the dawn. We belong to the Church. ”

"Which church, I'm a believer in the Lord of Machines and Steam, this doesn't sound like an organization of the Church of Mechanical Steam."

"Of course. We have other names in the Church of the Machines. electric lamps, or tungsten filaments. You know, this thing can emit light, too. The Night's Watch is just a collective term for all of our teams. ”

"What are you looking for me to do because of the deaths of the other professors and my student assistants?"

"It's a very obvious thing. But before we came, we didn't expect to see you like this, Mr. Howard.

Originally, we thought that we should have called the police to open the door, or I would just push him away. Then I came in and saw a scene of bloody madness with a strange beauty. ”

Listening to the words of the young man in the top hat, Howard seemed to remember some of the images he had learned about the death of his colleagues, assistants, and students. He hadn't dared to look at it yet.

"Professor Howard, can you tell us what you saw there?"

The young man became serious and asked again.

The young man's words brought back Howard's memories again, and he realized what he had seen in the remains of a burial chamber or a sacrificial place.

It was still clearly reflected in his mind, so clearly, as if it was in front of his eyes.

His eyes were a little red again.

"Azathoth...... Azathoth...... Everything that is blind and foolish will eventually return to the god of blind foolishness.

Foolishness, foolishness......"

I don't know if it's in my ears or in my mind, but the crazy whisper echoes again,

Howard's lips moved slightly, as if he was about to make a sound in response to the crazy whisper.

“…… Mr. Howard. ”

At this time, the young man called out to him again, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head,

Let Howard come to his senses again.

"It's a few lines of words, and a pattern, a very weird pattern."

Howard looked at the two men and said aloud.

"Don't tell us directly. Write it down, draw it. Don't show us. ”

The middle-aged man with a scruffy beard stopped Howard from continuing,

The young man handed over the paper and charcoal in his hand.

Howard took it and put it on the table,

When I think about those things in my head, there are some whispers in my ears,

He couldn't help but try to empty his mind as much as possible, not thinking about it deliberately, just holding a charcoal stick and drawing on the paper.

"All that is blind and foolish will be blind and foolish"

"O great, indescribable god of foolishness, is the source of everything, the summary of everything......"

It seems to feel better when my mind is cleared up this way.

Is this also a kind of stupidity?

An idea popped into my head,

Scared Howard out of the ......"

“…… Crackling......"

"The whole person is detached from the state of emptiness,

Thinking about the strange pattern engraved in his memory, Howard couldn't stop whispering in his ears.

"Try to meditate on the gods of steam and machines in your mind, or imagine something of your own creation and focus your attention on it.

Let your subordinates subconsciously sketch and don't recall. ”

At this moment, Howard heard the unshaven man's voice again,

He did it subconsciously and sketched ...... in his mind"

"What's outline......"

Ji Zhuo's crackling sound of tapping on the keyboard stopped again,

There are so many thoughts in my head, and I can't seem to find a good fit.

"Cube? Circle, upside-down statue of Jesus. ”

Sometimes it's not good for him to think differently, and Ji Zhuo doesn't know how he thinks and diverges back to Jesus.

“…… Are there any patterned items that have a special meaning in the world of Cthulhu? ”

“…… Forget it, the nonsense is vague. ”

Ji Zhuo went down to Baidu again, rummaged through the information,

crackling again, continue to write on the keyboard,

“…… Sketching in my mind something that does not exist in reality, where various shapes are superimposed.

Howard tried to focus all his attention on what he had sketched out in his head, resting his pen against the page.

The hand subconsciously moved on the paper with a charcoal strip.

The two men standing next to Howard glanced at the paper,

Looking at the charcoal pen that Howard was holding, he first sketched a few messy lines on the paper,

But the lines gradually converge and hook together, and a strange and distorted pattern gradually emerges on the paper.

The two quickly withdrew their gaze and stood aside.

“…… That's it. ”

Howard stopped his hand and stopped meditating.

Looking at the patterns outlined by these messy lines on this piece of paper,

Howard's heart couldn't stop jumping again, and he actually sketched this pattern so subconsciously.

The patterns drawn on this paper are very distorted and weird, which makes people feel a strong sense of distortion and chaos subconsciously when they look at it.

It was an impact of disorder and chaos on people's sanity.

It's like a ......."

"Crackling ......"

The sound of a quick tapping on the keyboard stopped again,

Ji Zhuo was stuck again.

“…… Forget it, that's all for today. There's no rush anyway. Take your time. ”

Ji Zhuo glanced at the night outside the study, which was already dark.

Then I looked back at the lower right corner of the laptop and showed that it was ten o'clock in the evening.

With a yawn, he turned off the computer and pushed the keyboard.

He got up and stretched, moving his stiff body.

“…… Hey, it's not easy to fight on the street. ”

“…… So what are you going to do now......"

"Gollum ......"

The stomach screamed, Ji Zhuo opened the takeaway software and ordered another supper.

“…… Big cities are also good in big cities, and there are so many restaurants open at night. ”

“…… Now, while the takeaway is not coming, start the game again? ”

"Hmm!"

Ji Zhuo looked after himself and nodded with satisfaction.

Open the game again and get ready for TiMi.

……

"Canyon grass: I don't know how many days + 1 day when the author releases a new book.

Canyon Grass: It's almost twelve o'clock again, why hasn't the dog author released a new book? It's been a long time, and the donkeys of the production team don't dare to rest like this.

Canyon Grass: Author: When I exploded, I called the author big, and now I call it the dog author.

Take-off Wuhu: You are performing stand-up comedy here, didn't Sister Miao say that she had asked before.

Take-off Wuhu: It is said that he is already writing a new book. Wait.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: When will the dog author release a new book, remember to kick me.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Sister Second, can you find someone to ask again, when will it be sent! Only the dog author has released a new book, no matter what the subject is, I have read it!

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Hurry up and send new books, save the children.

300,000 per second: I just asked before, and it's not good to urge it, but quality is the most important.

300,000 per second: ...... I'll ask again tomorrow.,It's a request to ask.,The dog author should be almost resting at this time, right? ”

……

“TiMi……”

"Gan! What a mobile phone, if you say there is no power, there is no power! Don't remind me much, you can still turn off the phone when you play it! ”

"Isn't this a game...... Gan, play with a ball. ”

“…… Knock knock. ”

"Sir, your takeout has arrived."

And at this time,

The dog author Ji Zhuo is playing a game and eating the takeout just now.

And the cold and empty study.

It is precisely the world-famous painting - the dog author writes a new book.

What about the dog author, writing a new book,

The new book is being written, being written.