Around noon.

Arkham First Bank.

"Great. It's still open. ”

Standing in front of his safe in the heavily guarded vault, Richard Pickman muttered softly.

"What are you talking about?" The bank staff looked at him strangely. Mr. Richard Pickman is also a well-known painter in the Boston area, but in recent years, he has become obsessed with it, and his temper has become more and more perverse.

"The bank hasn't failed this year – oh, nothing, sorry. I mean, it's nice to be back in Arkham. ”

Pickman searched for details in the depths of his memory.

Long before he left the United States to go to the dream world, Arkham First Bank was already a dead bank that had failed.

He couldn't remember exactly what year the bank went bankrupt, but anyway, it was nice to be able to withdraw his money.

"If you're having financial difficulties," the staff member recalled, recalling some recent rumors that Pickman had been expelled from the Boston Artists Club due to some "art style" conflict, "we're willing to lend you money no matter what the Boston banks say." ”

Pickman looked somewhat embarrassed at this point: his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, his former spotless clothes were covered in dust, and he himself said he had fallen on the road.

"Thank you very much," Pickman blinked, "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need any extra money right now." ”

That's why you're bankrupt, Pickman thought. The manager of a big bank would not lend money to a down-and-out artist who has been expelled from the circle.

As a local bank, Arkham First Bank often generously allows Arkham locals to defer their loans and debts indefinitely. Even when the time came to repossess the mortgage, the righteous manager was reluctant to take away the villagers' property: the result of this conscientious business strategy was that the bank eventually closed its doors.

No captain would put treasure in a leaky ship. Conscience can't save humanity, and it can't save ghouls.

Feeling apologized to his self in this era, Pickman opened his coffers. Anyway, sooner or later, his past self will have to go to the dream realm, and he won't need this gold, he thought. He planned to exchange the family's gold bars directly for cash, which was what he was most in need of right now.

“……”

The vault is empty.

Only a few poorly printed bonds were twisted into paper balls and thrown in the corner of the safe.

"Check, check for me," the ghoul artist trembled with anger as he looked at the empty vault, "who the hell stole my ......"

"No...... Wait a minute. Pickman suddenly remembered.

In order to become a special existence of the Skeleton Eaters, Pickman paid some price...... But it also gained immeasurable "capabilities".

"I still have an account." The corners of his mouth curled slightly.

……

Compared to some, Pickman is undoubtedly lucky.

Boston.

A three-story building built on the outskirts of the city.

A grand reception is taking place. The guests were men and women, and they were staggered. They talked about all sorts of topics, from Verne's, the Orient Express on the European continent, to the archaeological expeditions in Egypt, to the upcoming auction in New York.

It is the center of activity of the Boston Archaeological and Occult Society. In previous years, the Society was a fraternity that only allowed male members to join, but in recent years it has also been open to women who are "capable or potential".

The society adheres to the principle of equality for all: after a one-year inspection period, each new member will be fairly awarded the title of "master", which has only symbolic significance.

Twice a week, the Society holds open meetings that are open to all members who have been members of the Society for more than a year and invited new members.

It's more like a sorority than a society.

……

in a small room on the second floor.

Two men stood in front of the window, overlooking the crowd below.

"Boston's new membership is getting worse and worse. Maybe we should consider New York next time. Said a man with thick hair, a hooked nose, and arrogant and cold eyes. His skin was dry and pockmarked, but even so he still looked imposing.

"Really? I think it's good. It's almost time for us to lower the bar," said a fat brown-haired, bespectacled man not far away, "what do you think of Caysha, Annie, and Hong?" ”

The fat man turned to the rest of the room. Two women sat on the sofa, and a blind-eyed Oriental leaned against the door.

"How many times have I said that. In the 'assembly,' call me 'Nahab.' One of the old women said that she was extremely ugly and hunched.

"This isn't your wizard's meeting, and there's no need for those stinking rules," said the imposing man, "and then again, it's almost time for you to abandon your crappy apprentices." Sooner or later, they will get you in trouble. ”

"There will always be thirteen of the Arkham Wizards," the witch Kaisha snorted, "and always will be." ”

"The great Nahab and twelve others." The fat man shrugged.

Suddenly—

"What's the matter, Mr. Hong Zhou?" The girl sitting next to the old woman, who had long blonde hair and looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, looked surprised.

"Someone is coming," the young man known as "Hong Zhou" showed a wary look, "Hughes did not say anything. ”

He said "Shoggers didn't make a sound" as if he were saying "the janitor didn't bark."

The two women stood up. The old witch put her hand into her sleeve. The fat man raised his cane. The majestic man faced the direction of the main entrance, his face gloomy. biquge.biz

There was a rush of footsteps.

The door was ripped open.

Gu Shun stumbled and rushed into the room. The future head of Arkham Asylum was in tatters, and the people in the room looked at him in astonishment.

"Gu!" The fat man seemed to be taken aback, but he still recognized the person in front of him, "blodZin, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Gu Shun, I know that you have also stepped into the ranks of the immortals," the majestic man snorted, "You want to join our gathering of 'Silver Twilight'...... At least learn to be polite first. ”

Gu Shun took a deep breath.

Facing the most terrible wizards in the United States, even he couldn't help but feel empty in his heart.

Once they realized that the Gu Shun in front of them came from the future, it was difficult to say what they would do.

Compared to Hasta, who is far away in Taurus, these people have a better relationship with Cthulhu and its deep divers. Whether to eliminate the future leader of the "Yellow Seal Brotherhood" or treat him as a guest of honor depends entirely on a whim.

However, if you gain their trust, it will be easy to return to the future.

"I ......"

"Wait." The sweet-looking "girl" Anne suddenly stopped Gu Shun from speaking. She looked so young and energetic, but Gu Shun knew that her real age was older than the old lady Nahab next to her—Nahab had lived from the founding of Arkham to the present!

"Are you really Gu?" Anne asked calmly, smiling like an old fox.

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