Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

It is not the dead who sleep eternally.

In the marvelous aeons, even death itself will pass away.

The withered moonlight shines through the gaps in the windows of the underground courtyard, and the boundless paleness pours down like a tide, embracing the darkness.

certainly.

Even if it tries its best, it can only brighten a very small part of the darkness.

Most of the darkness is still sleeping.

only.

In the place where the light cannot shine, in the depths of the darkness that is as rich as substance and can cover up any hope, there is a strange and terrifying murmur.

The voice followed a certain rhythm and kept chanting strange syllables, as if it was performing some ancient evil ritual!

suddenly.

A quick and excited voice sounded.

host!

“I call upon you—the Great!”

…

Peanut, we're here.

Sherlock stopped in front of a villa.

He stood in front of the entrance hall, carefully arranging his slightly messy clothes, acting like a graceful noble gentleman.

However, this is just a futile effort.

How do we get in?

Peanut poked his head out from Sherlock's shoulders, stretched his neck out, and asked in a strange manner, while Sherlock's clothes were rearranged and messed up.

Do you need me to take action?

As we all know, shoggoths are liquid.

So Sherlock was used to it, and he said calmly: Wait a moment.

He took out a silver metal box the size of a rubber from the inner pocket of his suit.

Through the translucent case material, you can see the precise instrument parts inside, and the bright blue electric snake flows inside.

He placed the metal box against the door.

Click.

There was a slight crunching sound.

The metal box is securely attached to the door.

Then Sherlock flipped the switch.

Immediately, electromagnetic ripples invisible to the naked eye spread out spontaneously, covering the entire villa with the metal box as the center.

In an instant, all electronic instruments fell into a sluggish sleep state without triggering any warning measures.

This is a black technology developed by the ancients.

Relying on this jammer, Sherlock can be like a ghost, blinding the eyes of all surveillance, radar or cameras, and getting here without anyone noticing.

Next, the final problem he had to face was the latest security door in front of him.

But for a great detective with extraordinary abilities, careful thinking, and the support of ancient technology, it is really not a troublesome matter.

Sherlock put his hand on the door lock.

There was no movement from him, and the door lock opened automatically with a click.

He opened the door as if nothing had happened and stepped into the room, almost half of his body melting into the darkness.

suddenly.

Sherlock's movements paused.

What's wrong? Peanut asked strangely.

It's okay, I just have a bad feeling. Be careful later.

Sherlock took a deep breath.

Melt into the darkness with your peanuts.

At this time a gust of wind passed by.

Click

Driven by the wind, the door closed automatically, making a slight crisp sound.

The candlelight flickered, and the weak light could barely illuminate the mirror not far in front of me.

Because the man was on the fatter side, beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

He took a few breaths, relaxed his tense body, and then returned to a sitting position from a kneeling posture with religious connotations.

Just at this time, the candlelight was shining brightly, and the orange light cut through the darkness and shone on the mirror in front of me.

this moment.

The man saw the most chilling scene in the world.

It was clearly facing him and reflected in the candlelight, but there was darkness inside the mirror.

Like a black hole, swallowing everything in.

No.

That's not a pure black hole.

The darkness is surging, and it quietly evokes a strange arc!

As if aware of the man's gaze, the darkness in the mirror twisted violently, as if there were a pair of eyes staring directly at his face!

The man looked into the mirror with a cold look.

As their eyes met, a twisted and cold flow of information suddenly came from the dark mirror, following the intersecting lines of sight, and directly injected into his brain.

For a moment.

The man felt that his brain was being stirred vigorously, like a witch stirring a cauldron of green soup.

It's like there are thousands of little black ants crawling in the ravines of the cerebral cortex.

The content of the information is extremely obscure.

Above the bonfire banquet in the dark night, under the endless starry sky, believers once again offer their faith!

Black stars never fall, and death is not the end!

Water the river with blood, nourish the soil with soul, pray patiently for the seven lights and darkness, I will return, Baiya——

The candlelight returned to normal again.

The man seemed to be inspired by the gods, making a hoarse hoarse sound from his mouth, and his skin emitted a strange and frightening sound.

Then, under the faint orange light, the man's body underwent deformed changes.

There were uneven pits under his bloated skin, and slimy tentacles grew out of them.

Soon, the man turns into a complete monster.

A fungus-like amorphous monster composed of flesh, blood, and tentacles.

Its indescribable body turns.

The tentacles continue to grow, winding around like snakes.

Soon, one corpse after another was entangled in the tentacles and pulled over by it.

At this time, the wind blew by, just lifting a corner of the half-covered curtain.

The pale moonlight took the opportunity to enter and fall on these corpses.

One of them is a secretary wearing professional attire and having big waves!

Secretary to the chairman of Xingyun Technology!

The wind dispersed, the curtains fell again, and darkness once again enveloped the sacrificial site.

But the monster's movement of pulling the corpse stopped.

somebody is coming?

Its eyes shone with a strange red light, even turning the moon outside the window into scarlet.

Mr. Sherlock? Yes, he is staying in our hotel but he should have rested by now.

Are you looking for him?

Unless you can produce the appropriate documentation or certification, I cannot provide you with any guest information, nor can I help you contact our guests.

Tianjing, in a splendidly decorated hotel.

The customer service staff on duty at the front desk flatly rejected Zhu Zheng's proposal.

The little girl looked wary.

One of her hands had quietly reached under the counter, as if she would press the alarm at the next moment.

Zhu Zheng sighed.

After knowing that Sherlock might be in danger, he tried to contact Sherlock immediately. However, the other party didn't know what he was doing, and he couldn't reach him through all communication methods.

So he could only take the fastest flight and come to Tianjing in person.

And according to the information given by [Ibonazne's Wishing Well], he went directly to the hotel where Sherlock was staying.

But apparently he hit a brick wall at the hotel front desk.

Zhu Zheng was just about to continue saying something, when suddenly the sound of [Ibonazne's Wishing Well] sounded in his ears.

His expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly left the hotel.

Behind him, the little girl on duty patted a pair of little rabbits on her chest timidly and frightened, and murmured in a low voice.

“What a weirdo”