Lord of the Silver Crow

Under the horrified and puzzled sight of the handsome young man, the middle-aged man with a drooping horoscope raised his revolver and held his forehead.

"No, I can—"

However, before he could spit out the complete syllable, the trigger was already pulled.

boom!

The sharp sound of bullets and air surging through the rain screen echoed in the streets of the southern suburbs.

The sound of the gunshot shook again, closing the window that the good guy had just opened again.

In this silence, the middle-aged man with a drooping eight-character Hu looked at the two corpses on the ground and squinted his eyes slightly.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, the middle-aged man frowned and turned to look at Evana:

"Have you found other people you know but shouldn't be here?"

"Except Ted, no."

Evana's gaze stopped on one of the corpses, but the corpse no longer looked like a middle-aged man wearing a bowler hat.

In the vision of the two, the two corpses lying on the ground had become two tramps with thin bodies and torn clothes.

Instead of a dome-hat servant and a handsome young man.

After carefully examining the two bodies, the middle-aged man with a drooping eight-character Hu stood up and shook his head:

"These people are not real ‘actors’, but ordinary ‘characters’."

After speaking, he looked at Evana and said seriously:

"Next, check all the writers, playwrights, painters, and painters in Di Lud City. Remember, you must not act alone. He created a character using the people around you as a'prototype', and it may appear later. Take the other people around you or even take you as the "prototype" character."

The middle-aged man looked at the corpse again, his expression extremely solemn:

"I have a guess. The person who attacked the members of the Thorn Tree at the Di Lud Theater before was also the ‘scripter’."

Upon hearing this, Evana turned her head slightly, as if thinking of something:

"Master puppet, chess piece?"

"Yeah." The middle-aged man nodded, "That ‘puppet master’ Dennis, is his distracting piece."

After speaking, he glanced around in a circle:

"Quickly leave, the'character' is dead, and the other party must react."

Ignoring the corpse on the ground, the middle-aged man took a step forward. With every step he took, his figure would fade a little, and after a few steps, his figure completely disappeared in place.

"Yes." Evana nodded at the deserted street, turned and left without stopping.

After a few minutes, a gray-brown mouse crawled out of another room not far away, looked in the direction of the corpse for a few times, then turned around and quickly disappeared into the street.

As the mouse disappeared near the corpse, a figure was opposite the open door, and gradually solidified at the edge of another alley, looking at the disappearing figure of the mouse with a pensive face.

.......

New business district, north.

In the dark and damp single-family building, a mouse quickly ran up the decaying and deformed stairs and came to the first room on the left.

In the dark room, a pale yellow flame was swaying on the candle.

Above the theme, a short, fat man was writing quickly on the manuscript paper by candlelight.

After the mouse came to the door, without any pause, he climbed directly onto the chair, jumped onto the long table, and climbed onto a chair on the left.

Seeing the mouse, the pudgy man raised his head slightly, and under the lens reflecting the swaying candlelight, a sharp gaze that was inconsistent with the chubby body was projected onto the mouse.

In the next instant, the mouse's body began to swell rapidly.

The swaying candlelight returned to calm, and a man wearing a red bow tie and a felt hat looked around blankly and said hoarsely:

"here it is......"

"Mr. Banter, I have said it many times. Now that you have solved the mystery left by me, I will hand it in within the time limit."

The chunky man said solemnly:

"Don't stay at my place forever, you should go back."

Hearing what he said, the man's eyes floated slightly, he seemed to understand something, and showed a bitter and embarrassing smile:

"Sorry, Lord Taberji, I just cherish this job and don't want to lose it. I'm sorry to disturb you. See you tomorrow."

After speaking, he stood up and bowed deeply, then picked up the burning lantern on the table, and hurried out of the room.

The moment he stepped on the creaking stairs, Bent slowed down, walked down the stairs full, and picked up the umbrella from the fireplace.

However, there are not only one umbrella, but many.

Glancing at the long-handled umbrella that showed a little blue under the light of the lantern, Bent, who was slightly puzzled, didn't stop for much.

Kicked away the mouse that crawled to his feet. With a look of disgust, Bant opened the door of the room with his black umbrella, opened the umbrella, and squeezed into the rain after closing the door.

.......

Fast clothing store, second floor.

Yago opened the oriel window, and the damp and cold air poured into his nose, dispelling the smell.

He is trying.

Try to make "old prints".

"Old Seal" is the most common thing besides potions among various extraordinary related items.

Old seal, this name makes Yago feel a little complicated.

In the original author of the Cthulhu series, the old seal is a combination of ancient patterns, mysterious logos, or powerful magic symbols that depict mysterious existence, something similar to amulets.

In previous lives, such things often appeared in places such as coc.

Because "the old seal is portrayed as a symbol of'expelling' various mythological existences" and "many mythological existences will inexplicably avoid this thing", some people have made a metaphor-

"They see the old seal as if they saw Xiang"

Under the inexplicable development, this extended two-design interpretation was regarded as a positive solution.

It's like "xiang" itself doesn't mean excrement, but there are more people who explain it this way, it also has this meaning.

According to Yago's own understanding, the original concept of "Old Seal" is closer to the meaning of "some kind of hostile, another unidentified sign or related object that disgusts mythological beings."

Just like when you see someone carrying something related to the person you hate, you will hate or even stay away from that person, but maybe you will get angry and beat him up.

However, the original setting of the old seal in the previous life is no longer important. In this world, when he browses the occult books, the subtitles translated as "old seal" are made by gods and various hidden existences. The symbolic symbols, totem text, and mysterious logos of ”are extraordinary items assembled in a certain pattern.

Although it is not comparable to a mysterious object, it also possesses certain extraordinary abilities.

In some occult readings, it is explained that divine writing is a typical symbol and sign that symbolizes gods and various hidden existences.

The ceremony adopted "correspondence symbol" and "ceremonial pattern"

Inspiration, or an extraordinary person with a powerful spirit mist, can sing divine texts to arouse the ubiquitous natural forces and use "spells".

In a sense, to chant divine texts directly is to simplify the use of ritual spells.

The old seal is also a simplified version of ritual spells.

It's just that these two methods are different from rituals. They use their own, naturally existing power, which is closely related to their own strength, instead of praying to gods and secret existences for power.

Yago sighed.

The condition of the gatekeeper's mask made him understand that he could not rely on the gatekeeper's mask all the time.

The gatekeeper mask can only be used as the last hole card, and should not be used as a conventional means.

ps: Yesterday I had a fever, fever, and a cold. I was so scared that I had to hurry up to 120, but it turned out... not.

Even though it is not, I dare not neglect, just come to a set of self-isolation.

Well..... I was suddenly sent a message by a friend asking if I was infected, and it turned out that it was passed from the mouths of some relatives, saying that I had become the "source of infectious diseases" and all my family members were regarded as plague gods. The same distance, after all, the ambulance humming to the door can be seen, the credibility is not low.

Although I can understand the idea of ​​"keep away from the infected", the rumors are true...

Suddenly there was a thought of really getting infected, and then going to his house to give him a hug.

Everyone also pay attention to safety. If there is any suspicion, contact the hospital as soon as possible.

However, although the doctor said no, but still sick or sick, still uncomfortable...