In the face of the owner's active invitation, Joblands and his entourage did not make much hypocritical prevarication, and simply invited into the house to shelter from the rain.Behind the door was a plainly decorated vestibule, but the plaster on the walls had peeled off a lot, and the owner hastily pasted a beige wallpaper on it as a matter of repair.A faint scent of wood acid came to my nose, coming from behind a half-hidden door.Next to the door is a narrow staircase, on the side of which there is a school door leading to the cellar, while the other doors on the left and right are closed."
You can sit in the living room and rest for a while, and then you can go when the rain stops."
The owner said softly, casually pointing to the half-hidden door.One after another, everyone walked into the living room, and the low ceiling created a sense of spatial oppression.The room is furnished with extremely simple and rustic wooden furniture, the only two slightly different materials are a cloth sofa and an old clock on the mantelpiece.A dim light filtered through the gray lattice window, a faint light that did not illuminate the living room.In addition to a table and a few chairs, next to the fireplace is a bookcase built into the wall.There are a lot of books and scattered papers on the bookcase, but both the cover of the book and the degree of yellowing of the paper already show that these paper products have an old style.If you are an appraiser from an auction house or a seasoned collector, you will definitely see that the books in the bookcase are highly collectible.The bookcase was also one of the neatest places to see so far, and it was clear that the owner had carefully sorted it out."
I'll make you a cup of tea to warm up, you feel free."
The owner of the house spoke softly and walked out.Jobuterrand flipped open a book on the table, an old travelogue.The book was printed and published in Falakfurt in 1598 and is still of good quality.The author is Pigafeda, an explorer and historian from Italy.It is vividly recorded in Latin about Pigafeda's journey, but one of the eerie illustrations has Jott Brown frowning.The illustration depicts a butcher's shop in the Republic of Congo on the impoverished and pristine African continent.Although it was a trivial matter, the eerie details in the illustrations and the pieces of flesh hanging from the iron hooks made Jot Brown feel a little uneasy in his heart.The black man in the illustration is depicted with a white man's face and a Caucasian face, which is apparently something that the illustrator has never seen a black person do.It's a strange feeling, but it's nowhere near as visually striking as the limbs hanging from the butcher's shop.The butcher in the illustration and the axe in his hand are extremely asymmetrical.,I don't know if it's because of the style of the painting or if the illustrator did it on purpose.。"
Oh?
Are you looking at this page?
What do you think?
”The owner of the house, with a teapot and a few teacups, silently walked in through the door and came behind Jot Brown.Jobuterron looked up and shook his head slightly, "I don't like it very much, it's a weird feeling." ”"Ha, have you never seen anything like this?"
The owner of the house became excited, picked up the book that Jot Brown had just put down, found a comfortable position, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the couch.He pulled out a pair of dirty glasses from his bosom and placed them on the bridge of his nose.The glasses, with their small rectangular lenses and wooden frames, are surprisingly old-fashioned and unconventional.He reached out and gently stroked the illustration on that page, as if he were caressing his lover's hair."
When I saw this painting, I actually felt a kind of blood boiling.You see, is what the butcher in this painting doing sinful?
Slaughtering one's fellow human being is sinful to us, but it is sacred in that kingdom.We should not use our point of view to figure out each other's thoughts, but should appreciate it as I do.See that chopped guy?
Every time I look at this painting, I feel incredible.The butcher's axe had chopped off his thigh, his head was on the bench, and an arm was on the table next to him.Look at this cut section, how amazing it is. ”The owner of the house seemed to be intoxicated by the imagination that had made him ecstatic.Every word stimulated the unknown crowd, and the atmosphere in the living room became more and more oppressive and eerie.He didn't raise his voice, but lowered his voice more and more, like a murmur in the dark.All kinds of unsettling factors gathered together, and a fear that was originally hidden in the bottom of the heart slowly and vividly swayed from the heart lake.It's understandable that the owner of the house is not as normal as it seems; His personality seems to be clearly distorted, and even has a certain degree of mental defects.His words penetrated into the minds of the people like a breeze in a feeble way, thus influencing the worldview they had built up since childhood.Murmurs and whispers, hissing voices are far more terrifying than piercing screams.When Sif heard this, she couldn't stand it anymore and her body involuntarily began to tremble slightly."
Thank you, sir, for your kindness, can you let us have a good cup of tea?"
Jot Brown frowned, a little unhappy but didn't come out."
Hehe, if you're not careful, you're talking too much.Don't care, don't care. ”With that, the owner closed the book, then stood up and placed it in the bookcase."
If the rain doesn't stop tonight, I'll prepare some food for you, and you'll spend the night here."
The owner of the house removed his eyes and asked politely with a smile."
Then there's Mr.
Law."
Sif clenched her hands, which were still trembling slightly, so as not to reveal her uneasiness.The owner waved his hand and walked out of the living room.The four of them heard the sound of the owner pushing the door out of the back door, so they looked at each other and looked at each other."
Do you think we should stay here and shelter from the rain?
I always felt uneasy and hesitant, and these bad emotions were always lingering in my heart. ”Sif whispered."
Actually, we can't go very far now when we go out.You can hear that the rain is getting heavier outside, and it wouldn't have been a problem if it was just the three of us walking, but we couldn't have left Jobtron here. ”Professor Rob rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly.Columbia nodded slightly, "Professor Robb is right, and we don't have much food in our backpacks.It's nice to be able to have a meal here.Maybe the owner of the house looks a little weird, but it's better than the other scary villagers in the village, at least they can communicate, right?
”As soon as Colombia finished speaking, he heard a creepy animal scream.Although the rain was loud, the desperate chirping of the animals was mixed in, and people suddenly got goosebumps.This was followed by several heavy blows.Professor Rob peeked out from behind the door and found the owner of the house slaughtering a fat lamb in the fence in the backyard.The sharp blade slashed mercilessly, and the owner of the house carried the knife in one hand and the head of the lamb in the other.Where the neck of the sheep's head was broken, bright red blood was dripping to the ground.Under the rain wash, the ground was quickly dyed red.He smiled, not afraid at all, just kept waving the butcher knife in his hand.The fur of the lamb was cut, the tendons between the flesh were cut, and the fat above the internal organs was pierced.The knife went into the flesh, but still smiled.The owner seemed to enjoy the process, his face covered in splatters of blood, but he didn't make any wiping motions, leaving his face covered in scarlet.For a moment, Professor Rob seemed to see a demon grinning.But it was only when the owner of the house went to the kitchen with the pieces of meat from the lamb and began to cook dinner for the crowd that Professor Rob came to his senses.The smell of pepper mutton soup wafted from the kitchen, which aroused the gluttony of the four.Humming an unknown tune and draped over a dirty apron, the owner made several different dishes from lambs slaughtered in the backyard.It didn't take long for a table to fill the table, ranging from haggis stewed with meat and vegetables, to delicate but simple lamb chops.The owner of the house took off his apron and went into the living room."
My guests, dinner is ready."
The same warm smile, although Professor Rob witnessed his cooking, the scene of slaughtering in the rain is still vivid.Everyone gathered around the table, feeling a little unbelievable for this sumptuous meal.It is customary for Jot Brown to pray silently before a meal and to make a cross on his chest.The owner of the house put his hands under his chin and looked at the four of them with a smile."
Eat, don't waste it, it's very fresh."
Although the dishes are worn, they are still functional.Although the dish in front of me is ordinary, the taste is very good.It was Professor Rob, who only ate some of the vegetables in the stew."
What?
Not to your liking?
”The owner of the house looked at Professor Rob, who was a picky eater, frowned, and asked unhappily."
No, I just don't quite understand.You seem to enjoy the slaughter?
”Professor Rob put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin."
Hehehe, it was a lot of fun.It is the law of nature that every human being needs a large number of other life forms to support the nutrients needed for growth in the process of growth.You and I both know this, so you don't have to be cowardly.Like this gentleman in a wheelchair, he believes in the Light and thinks it can bless him.But in reality, it is not the light that gives us this delicious meal, nor the life of this lamb, but our desire to eat. ”The owner of the house took a tender lamb chop from a plate and elegantly cut it into small pieces with a knife and fork.Blood from the lamb chops flowed out of the pieces of meat and onto the plate, reminding Professor Rob of the blood that was flowing on the ground.And everyone knows that the owner of the house is about to start saying his own unique argument again."
Desire, desire, desire.What is desire?
Desire is the desire to be satisfied, and only when it is satisfied can the erosion of desire be counteracted.When you are sleepy, you go to sleep; When you're hungry, you'll go to eat; When you're thirsty, you'll go and drink water.Desire takes root in the depths of every human being's body, and desires spread deep in the depths of every human soul.This is something that cannot be avoided as a living being, as a human being. ”When Jot Brown heard this, he shook his head slightly, "Mr.
Houseowner, you are quite right, but not entirely right.The reason why human beings are human beings is that human beings control their desires and do not let them override their own reason and logic.The difference between human beings who have added morality and law to themselves as the norms that regulate them, while animals are always ready to satisfy their desires, is what makes humans different from other animals. ”When the owner of the house heard Jot Brown's rebuttal, he laughed and clapped his palm, "Hahahaha, very interesting theory, but can you tell me what the troubles seem to you are?"
”Jot Brown frowned when he heard this, and gave a piece of meat to his mouth with a fork and chewed it slowly, while thinking about the answer to the houseowner's question.The owner of the house served himself a bowl of mutton soup and drank it heroically.After drinking the soup in the bowl, the owner of the house said, "The essence of trouble, in my opinion, is the emotion of not being able to satisfy one's desires.Look at you, one question from me makes you want to find an accurate answer to answer me.That's what just happened.You may not know it yourself, but you are already mired in lust. ”At this moment, the muttering of the owner of the house was accompanied by a thunderclap outside the window, and lightning flashed through the sky, making the originally dim scene extremely dazzling at that moment.Colombia seemed to want to say something to refute the owner's arguments, but Jot Brown stopped what Colombia was about to say with his eyes.Jot Brown is starting to see the difference in Arkham.In this mysterious town, people's emotions and all their thoughts will slowly be affected to the extreme.This is true of the recognition of the inhabitants and the persistence of the owners, and even more extreme is the old lady of the Traveler's House.Jobuterrand glanced at the wooden frame hanging on the wall, which read "Honored Fellow of the Faculty of Philosophy of Miskatonic University", but the line of his name had been blacked out.Howbuterrand knew the identity of the owner of the house in front of him, and realized that his words could no longer influence his thoughts.The owner of the house in front of him has obviously spent his life searching for the meaning of life and the correct answers to philosophical theories, but his mind is slowly eroded to the extreme by the town.Giobuterrand seemed to see the future of the owner of the house.He will be swallowed up by his own desires, as he says.His current disregard for life will turn into trampling on life, and such a path is already predestined.Today's group is lucky, or one day, the owner of the house has completely stepped into the extreme of thinking.The dish on the table will not be lamb, but human flesh in that horrific illustration.The desire to slaughter is lurking in the heart of the owner of the house, planting an invisible seed, but one day it will take root and sprout, thus turning into a bloody towering giant tree.When sanity crumbles, that painting will become the scene of this abandoned wooden house.The owner of the house will become the butcher of the painting, and that scene will be the abominable painting of the house.