DNF Meets Harry Potter

Aaliya took a deep breath, looked at the gun in her hand, and suddenly felt a sense of being abandoned by the world.

When did the world become so crazy? Two years ago, everything happened in Plum Town, which almost refreshed her three views. Is it time to come again?

She unmoved the magazine in her gun with a blank expression and looked at it. There was no doubt that there was no bullet in it.

Carl smiled and spread his palms, and several bullets lay there quietly.

It is not too simple to transfer a few bullets with the power of dimensions, and he understands that people who use guns all year round are very sensitive to the weight of the gun, so he also specially added a dimension and cognitive distortion.

"How did you do it? I'm sure your hand didn't touch my gun at all. And I've already loaded it. There will be a bullet if I don't know what to do."

Alia asked incredulously, and Nick next to him was completely dumbfounded to see the result.

"I don't know any information like you guys, so I stunned and ran to death. If I didn't have the skills, how dare I come to Insmouth to die?"

Carl returned the bullet in his hand to Aaliyah, speaking flatly.

"I'm a magician, and it's a very powerful kind. If I wanted to bring you down just now, it can be done easily in a flash."

Looking at the stunned Alia and Nick, Carl added that now they can be regarded as teammates, revealing a little something out, it is more conducive to their collaboration.

"Come on, let's go in together, don't you want to investigate Insmouth? We can just do it together, so that the safety factor is a bit higher ..."

At this moment, Carl reached out and formally sent them an invitation to form a team.

"Damn devil, where am I like an uncle?"

Nick walked over with a lip, and Alija reloaded the bullets back into the magazine, believing Karl's invitation.

The tough team is completed and is about to enter the special copy Insmouth.

"Let's go, I'll call you sister. We just pretend to be a small family who comes here to play."

"Oh, my name is Pre, Pre Isis ..."

Seeing the two agree, Carl finally breathed a sigh of relief. It is estimated that this journey to death should be easier.

Karla held Arya's right hand, and Nick was at the forefront. They were laughing and chatting some gossip along the way, looking like a real small family.

They didn't meet anyone on the road, and soon passed the abandoned farms of varying degrees of destruction.

Along the way, Karl noticed several houses that were still inhabited—the old windows of these houses were stuffed with rags, and shells and dead fish were thrown around the garbage-filled courtyard. He only saw some seemingly listless people working in the barren fields, or digging clams on the beach full of fish smell; he also saw a few dirty, monkey-like children covered with weeds Playing near the doorstep.

Aaliyah and Nick still talked and laughed while walking on the road, but secretly they looked at everything in Insmouth. Before the battle, detecting the good terrain is the quality that a special investigator should have.

But somehow, the two of them felt that these people looked more disturbing than those gloomy buildings-everyone had some kind of weirdness in their movements and faces, although she could n’t determine why it was weird, and could n’t understand the feeling. , But instinctively loath these abnormalities.

There was even a moment when she felt that this typical figure implied a certain image she had seen before in the town of Plum, perhaps in a book, or in a particularly horrible or sad and melancholic atmosphere; but this The feeling of similar memories quickly dissipated, and she really didn't want to recall the painful past.

As they deepened, they soon saw the intersections and turnouts in the town; the roads on the left lead to the unpaved, run-down, and filthy coastal areas, while the roads on the right The street view still reveals the past highlights and prosperity.

Occasionally, they could see the window covered by the curtain, and sometimes they could see a broken car parked on the street.

Gradually, the paved roads and sidewalks became clear. Although most houses are still quite old-they were brick and wood structures of the early nineteenth century-they were obviously properly repaired and still suitable for living.

When walking through the middle of the street, UU reads a book www.uukanshu. The messy remnants left by a circular green area of ​​com appeared at the intersection of the fork on the right.

In a moment of intense disgusting dizziness, Nick and Alia suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground because they couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Carl, who was holding Arya's hand, secretly exerted force, and stabilized the two with the power of the dimension, otherwise the two of them might really fall into a dog to eat shit.

After standing on the spot for a while, the two finally raised their heads with difficulty. A huge pillar auditorium stood in front of them. The white paint on the exterior wall of the building had turned gray, and most of it had been peeled off. The black and gold signs on the gables of the buildings have also faded, and they can only recognize the words "Dagon Confucianism" with difficulty.

This is the hall occupied by the filthy pagans.

Carl looked at the strange hall in front of him. Although he was not as embarrassed as the two of Arya, he also felt strong discomfort.

He looked very curiously looking at the church in front of him, but he was actually trying his best to see if he could interpret these inscriptions.

"When ~ ..."

At this time, a heavy and harsh bell sound broke the silence of Insmouth like a cemetery, and also disturbed Karl's observation. So he frowned and turned to look at the source of the sound, and no clue could be given up in Insmouth.

The bells came from a stone church with a low tower. This church was obviously built later than most of the buildings here. It was built in a clumsy Gothic style, with a disproportionately high base and windows with shutters. Although the side of the clock dial that Karl saw was lost, the harsh bell told him that it was ten o'clock.