Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 8 The Armitage Curator
Director Armitage was a little surprised by today's visitor.

It is now the Christmas holiday, and there is still more than a week before the start of school. There are basically no people on the campus, only some people who usually live in Arkham will come to the library.

And it's six o'clock in the morning, and the sky is not very bright.

But even so, he shook hands with Professor Wilson friendly: "Good morning, nice to meet you, Professor Wilson."

Under the gold-rimmed glasses, Wilson's eyes narrowed slightly.

The librarian... Facing Armitage's gray hair and beard, and his majestic scholarly demeanor, he couldn't help but think of his high school class teacher.

"Good morning," Wilson tried his best to maintain a smile on his face. He didn't know how to start the topic for a while, and asked subconsciously, "Have you eaten?"

"...?" Curator Armitage was slightly taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Have you eaten?"

Director Armitage wondered why such a stranger would suddenly ask him if he had had breakfast.

After the ancient history professor in front of him asked the sentence just now, his expression became obviously stiff for a moment, and his polite smile crumbled slightly.

Careless, forgot that this is not the country on the other side of the ocean at all.This is not the way to say hello on weekdays here.

Curator Armitage narrowed his eyes, noting the oddity.

"Are you looking for some materials?" However, Director Armitage did not continue to stand by the door and chat with Wilson, but led Wilson sideways into the library.

Looking at the rows of neatly arranged bookshelves, rows of neatly stacked books, and the quiet and solemn atmosphere, Professor Wilson couldn't help but marvel.

"Your school's library is really beautiful." Wilson praised.

"Our school library is well-known in Massachusetts for its rich collections." Director Armitage introduced with a smile, with a hint of pride in his tone, "Although it is not as old as Harvard University's library, it still has enough historical background."

It was his first time visiting such a large library.

However, Professor Wilson often spent time in the Harvard University reading room during his studies.

He nodded politely aside.

"I don't know what type of bibliography Professor Wilson is looking for?" Director Armitage was in a good mood. "Maybe I can help. Is there any relevant information on ancient Chinese studies?"

"Well... almost." Professor Wilson said vaguely, hesitated for a moment, and pretended to mention it casually, "Actually, before I came to Miskatonic University, a person introduced by my student showed me a Mystical sculpture."

"The carving technique of the sculpture is very powerful, and the sculpture is carved so lifelike. I even felt that it was alive for a moment, as if the carved beast was staring at me."

Professor Wilson frowned slightly as he recalled the indistinct fragments of delirium.

The last memories of this unlucky guy in his human body are all messed up.

I don't even know when I went to the small woods in the suburbs.I don't know how the gigantic Gomora appeared.

He could barely sort out those bad memories and extract some clues that seemed to be useful.

He felt that the Armitage curator in front of him had managed such a large library for so many years, so it was convenient for him to learn all kinds of secret materials through the library. clue.

Curator Armitage listened to Professor Wilson's words, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes twitched violently.

With this description, a bad guess suddenly rose in his heart.

He opened his mouth quickly, and his tone became sharp: "What does that statue... look like?"

"I..." Professor Wilson pushed his glasses, deliberately showing a anxious look, "I don't know how to describe it, it's not a monster that should exist in the real world at all..."

He told all the impressions of the unlucky human body about the Gomora spark doll.

"...I can't identify where that sculpture came from." Wilson smiled wryly, "That is beyond my ancient research knowledge, and I have never seen a similar existence."

Director Armitage nodded gravely.

He silently observed Professor Wilson's subtle expression.Every small change of expression and facial expression is fully seen.

Everything that Professor Wilson said seemed fake, and the description of the sculpture, as well as the expression of panic, seemed to have been truly experienced.

But Director Armitage still felt a little weird.

Occasionally, Wilson's flashing look is more like a bystander who sees everything.

Out of tune with the whole world.

But soon this weirdness disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

"After that, I have been surrounded by nightmares." Wilson swallowed, his eyes expressed fear and anxiety, "I even dreamed that the carved monster turned into a monster as high as a mountain. I was so scared Crazy... My memory was completely confused during this period, as if I had fallen into madness."

"It wasn't until a few days ago that I regained my sobriety."

What Wilson said was true, but he concealed his existence.

"I know..." Wilson sighed, "You may think that these are just absurd stories I made up, or that I fell into a crazy dream..."

"Even I am not sure what it is at all...but I still want to find clues about that monster."

"Maybe you'll think I'm crazy..."

"Do not."

Director Armitage said, with a serious and dignified expression, he walked in front of Wilson and patted him on the shoulder, "I believe you. I know some people, and they also met the same as you. Strange and insane events of the human imagination."

Ok?
Before Wilson could continue to describe more emotionally, he accidentally got a clue from Armitage.

The brewing emotions were confiscated all of a sudden and almost caused him internal injuries.

He stared at Director Armitage in surprise: "You mean..."

"I think you might need some help." Armitage pondered. "Nightmare is not so easy to get rid of."

"Hmm..." His human body did have nightmares every day after seeing the statue of Gomora.

Wilson was silent.

"follow me."

Director Armitage turned and motioned for Wilson to follow.

Wilson froze for a moment, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

But he still followed behind Director Armitage.

He was curious what kind of surprise this Director Armitage, who seemed to know something, could bring him.

(End of this chapter)