In an inconspicuous, small but well-equipped town.

The man in only a pair of underwear got up from the bed, walked slowly into the bathroom, slowly took out the toothbrush, and took out the toothpaste that was also placed in one place.

He looked at himself in the mirror as he tried to dip his toothbrush into the toothpaste.

The handsome, handsome but resolute face is reflected in his eyes, and at the same time, the upper body has broad shoulders, showing strong lines, the abdominal muscles are compact and powerful, and the six-pack abs are obvious, giving people a sense of confidence and strength.

"It's been half a year."

Yorke shook his head, put down the toothpaste, and began to put the paste-stained toothbrush into his mouth.

He has come to this seemingly peaceful world, and it has been half a year before he begins to figure out a little clue.

It's much better than when you landed in the real world at the beginning, and you didn't know how to find the space node.

This world is different from the first one, which is full of apocalypse, cyberpunk déjà vu.

On the contrary, it was very peaceful, as if this was a world without transcendence like his previous life.

This is different from his speculation about the monster world before he entered the rift.

But well......

Yorkes stared at himself in the mirror, casually spat out a mouthful of foam, remembering the information he had found on the Internet, even the dark web, the dark web, etc.

The world is not actually peaceful.

There is nothing wrong with being a world without transcendence or light transcendence like in previous lives.

However, it has all kinds of ghostly and supernatural events.

And it is endless, as if it has not been cut off since ancient times.

Because of this, he found some historical copy from hundreds of large libraries.

Not knowing what he remembered, York's eyes narrowed, and he began to wash his toothbrush, then rinse his mouth.

As he spit out the last sip of water, York wiped his face with a towel next to him and walked out of the bathroom.

Then move on to more casual clothes.

After dressing, I picked up the laptop on the table next to the bed and went all the way to the sofa on the first floor.

You don't have to do anything, the coffee machine next to it runs automatically and the cup floats automatically......

"It's strange that these supernatural events seem to have a pattern, and I hope that this sudden pattern can get results."

Yorkes sat on the couch, like a real hacker, his hands snapping on the keyboard of his notebook, so fast that the afterimage appeared.

At the same time, the images on the screen kept changing, reflecting in his pupils.

If this is for the hacker beauty Hannah to see, it is estimated that she will stare off her eyes, and a stinky priest can also play tricks on the online world.

But for York, it's not worth mentioning at all, his brain has long been different from ordinary people, but he doesn't deliberately absorb and learn, otherwise he will learn it as soon as he learns.

Such a simple hacking technique, once he got his hands on it, has already mastered it, and he is better than the blue, and has secretly entered the databases of many official institutions countless times.

The so-called classified national security network, Yorkers have already visited it.

There was no way, it was one of the fastest ways for him to learn about the world, and there was nothing like a secret that would not be made public.

With a click, the cup that was already full of coffee automatically floated and came to a steady stop on the table in front of the sofa.

With his tall stature, Yorkes reached out his right hand and grabbed the cup and put it into his mouth.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his upper body leaning on the back of the comfortable sofa, his left hand kept clicking on the notebook on his lap, and he took a sip of the cup in his right hand and put it to his lips.

"It's really weird."

Yorks stared at the laptop screen, put the cup back on the table, and muttered to himself.

"There's only one paranormal event in a year? It's just a rule to the extreme. ”

The left hand snapped, and the screen kept changing images.

"Evil spirits in Japan, monsters in Sweden, gigantic creatures in Argentina, castle vampires in Spain, ghosts and gods in Thailand ......"

York sighed.

"The supernatural events of all countries are gathered together in the same year, and then they end, and each country has a supernatural event every year, what does this represent......

Yorkes smiled, continued to take the cup and took a sip to his lips, and through these conclusions and patterns, he came to a little interesting guess.

There are a pair of invisible hands, rehearsing a play.

Yes, he thinks that all supernatural events are a manipulative drama or musical, and that a country is a living theater, and that the difference in the country represents the difference in the play.

"It's funny."

York's left hand kept flipping, and finally the screen of his notebook stopped on an old page of paper.

The text on it is very ancient, cuneiform, which is the oldest writing in the world, including his previous life, and is also an important carrier of the Mesopotamian civilization as one of the early civilizations in the world.

Ordinary people look at these wedges and probably scratch their heads, but this is difficult to reverse York's pretending to be too knowledgeable.

The meaning above is simple and straightforward.

It is completely possible to explain the origin and reason of the above events, including the speculation that the supernatural event is a drama that is manipulated by humans.

York's expression was calm, and he read it out in his heart.

[On the day of the creation of the world, the Old Gods were born.] ]

[He is present on the earth, and He is watching us, hoping that we will provide sacrifices that will allow Him to continue to sleep, or He will destroy the whole world......]

[……]

"Old Gods?" York's eyes narrowed, presumably premonition of his goal, and he shook his head and sighed.

"No wonder there is such a strange institution in all countries, what the hell is the Sacrifice Authority......

Thinking of the intrusion of a classified data network and the name of the institution he saw, Yorks couldn't help but complain.

"I see, then it all makes sense......"

York quickly sorted out a line.

Because there was an ancient god on earth when the world was created, and human beings had to offer sacrifices to it every year in order to bring peace and sleep to the ancient gods.

Because the tastes of the ancient gods are becoming more and more tricky, in order to satisfy it, each country has set up a sacrificial institution that holds ceremonies, that is, the sacrificial administration, which has so much power that it can do whatever it wants, dominate the life of any human being, and can make one real supernatural theater after another.

"Just to please the Old Gods?"

Thinking about it, York's movement to put down the cup paused.

"How can there be a sense of déjà vu? It even feels a little familiar. ”

York was stunned for a moment, and a familiar memory burst into his mind.

"Isn't that the setting of a cabin in the woods?"

"Is this world still the cabin in the woods that I saw in my previous life?

The crack connects the world, and there really is a movie world in the past life? ”

The corners of York's mouth twitched, a little surprised but not much of a psychological fluctuation, after all, he also assumed that he would enter the legendary DC Universe......

(End of chapter)