It's a hot summer.

Arkham, the historic town, still retains its "unchanging" "calm".

Last year, a wealthy foreign businessman bought the bankrupt Arkham Gazette and Arkham Adman. Their staff is only a tenth of what they were in their heyday, but they survived.

Many of the recalcitrant elders saw the foreign invasion as a "catastrophe" and upheaval, but many more understood that Arkham had at least kept its traditions compared to the local newspapers that had disappeared in the wake of the New Age. BIquGe.biz

Today, the Arkham people can still brew a steaming cup of coffee every morning and read today's news with the ink-scented newspaper as they did a hundred years ago.

Like many old towns, Arkham's economy has fallen into decay in the 21st century. The third wave of technological change almost became the gravedigger of the town – some believe that if it weren't for the concerted efforts of the faculty and students of Miskatonic University, Arkham would have been history.

Regardless, Arkham persevered. Looking out the window of the Mistok housing complex, one can still see the New England-style folded roofs – not centuries old, but the product of a deliberate antiquity of contemporary people.

Like other towns, Arkham's main streets are already covered with cameras. Once upon a time, there were many strange legends circulating in the town of Arkham, but now, those mysterious rumors have also swept into the pile of old papers of history, along with the old people who are gradually passing away.

Anonymous online versions of nonsense, ghost stories circulating among timid girls in college towns, and the crazy chatter of demented old professors in nursing homes......

In the eyes of some of the younger generations of the information age, the old legends of Arkham Town are nothing more than that. It's hard to imagine that the fathers really believed that witches who escaped from Salem prison in the 17th century secretly performed mysterious ghost worship rituals in Arkham......

Come on. It's just an excuse for parents to scare their children and keep them from slipping out to play.

Take a look at the new insane asylum—well, St. Mary's Psychiatric Retreat, which is customarily called an insane asylum—and the full introduction of advanced, humane therapies has dramatically increased the cure rate of patients. The dean was a kind Oriental and had a good reputation among the local residents.

In addition, businessmen from all over the world have invested in Arkham without any returns, creating many jobs for ordinary townspeople who cannot afford to work at the university.

The first was Mr. Albert Shane, who saved two traditional newspapers in Arkham. Everyone who meets him for the first time will be frightened by his fat size. Look at his bulging belly, thick legs and feet! Tops, pants, and shoes were custom-made, and a normal-sized suit could not accommodate his fat body.

Anyway, he's a rich man, and that's enough. When he visited the University of Miskanitok, two hounds barked at him wildly, but Mr. Shani did not take the little unpleasantness to heart.

Then there was the son of the painter Mr. Pickman, Richard Pickman Jr., who also returned to his hometown. Many people were surprised by this, because little Pickman looked exactly like his father.

The town of Arkham was preserved during a difficult time in the 19th century, when the ancestors of the Pickman family helped the town develop its export trade (Arkham was not close to the sea, but the riverboats traveled fast along the Miskanitok River). To this day, there is a street in the town called "Pickman Street" to commemorate the Pickman family's exploits.

One of the first things Mr. Pickman did when he returned was to open a pawnshop along Pickman Avenue and buy antiques and books from local Arkham families at high prices, and his generosity helped many Arkham families who were dragged down by debt to survive the storm.

Think about it carefully - as long as you take out some old things from the relics of the old people in the family who don't know what they are for, Mr. Pickman is willing to pay a high price for them. He's just like an angel.

Now, Mr. Pickman has opened galleries around Arkham (featuring many of the works of Richard Pickman Sr.), orthopedic treatment centers (many patients come from all over the country to seek medical treatment), and sanatoriums for university professors. More recently, he has been planning to set up an auction house specializing in antiques and books, as good as the largest auction house in Boston.

Mr. Albert Shane, as well as Miss Stevena of the Chaos Matter Group, were interested in this new project.

If there's one thing wrong with Mr. Pickman, it's that he speaks English with a strange accent, and sometimes stops abruptly and makes a strange "grunt" sound, making one wonder where he grew up.

In the words of an unnamed clerk in Arkham - with the help of so many good-hearted and benevolent citizens, Arkham, an ancient town with a simple and scholarly culture, is destined to have a bright future.

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On Pickman Street. Pickman's Pawnshop.

Elizabeth Miller, an idle clerk, is dreaming.

This is undoubtedly the town of Arkham, her hometown. But it's clearly not the town of Arkham in the 21st century, or even the 20th century.

The northern part of the Miskatonik River is still barren; On the south side of the river, through the meadows, she could see the rough log buildings of the south. Hooded boatmen drove the ferries to and fro, and the air was filled with the eerie sound of flutes, but no player could be found.

There were only a few figures in robes in the street, and their steps seemed to be sleepwalking, and Elizabeth soon realized that she was one of them. Several black cats passed by her feet.

Hundreds of years later, there are still as many cats as there are in Arkham.

……

"Miss. Wake up! A sudden sound woke Elizabeth from her dream.

There was already a customer at the counter.

"I'm sorry, sir......" Elizabeth shook her head.

She had seen the dream she had seen in Mr. Pickman's paintings.

Most of Mr. Pickman's work is hard to describe in words, but there are also a few pictures of the 17th-century town of Arkham, an ancient legend that has existed since the town's inception. At the end of April, when the witches from Salem perform their rituals, the Arkham family closes their doors and the witches roam the alleys of Arkham.

The customer was a strange Oriental. Elizabeth felt as if she had seen him somewhere.

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