"Yes, that's the original manuscript you wanted."
The bookstore owner did not notice the old man's expression in the dim light, he carefully picked up the box in the safe, placed it on the table beside him, wiped it gently, and made a gesture of please: "All the manuscripts left by Mr.
Howard Philip Lovecraft, including some of the biological drawings he himself handmade, are here, just as you requested." ”The old man couldn't wait to take the box, opened it with a somewhat rough movement, and took out the yellowed manuscript paper inside and flipped through it quickly."
That's wonderful...... he sighed, turning his back to the bookstore owner, and the red light in his eyes lit up again.The fat boss leaned in from behind him, smiled flatteringly, and said, "Then you must love his work very much, right?"
Seriously, while these rhapsodic stories are like the babbling of a madman, in the art of words, the creation of a sense of horror is an alternative success. ”"Huh?
No, in fact, I have only been fortunate enough to read one of his stories, his own story......
"The old man laughed, and what he had in his hand was right, it was the 'key' he was looking for."
Then why are you in such a hurry to find these manuscripts?
I didn't even pay back the price, which is five million dollars. ”The bookstore owner lifted his glasses, and he felt puzzled.After all, the old man's quick flip through the manuscript was not like reading, but like looking for something caught in the manuscript.By this time it was already late, and the white-bearded old man turned his head with a sinister smile: "No, dear Mr.
Burriman, I have no interest in occupying these stories......
I'm interested just to see them set their freedom back in the story!
”After saying that, a strange aura of red and purple rose from the old man's body, and he sang some short phrases that no one knew about them, accompanied by a strange tone that would be disgusting just to hear.The manuscript began to glow and began to flutter around the old man, as if it had been given life.No, they were supposed to have life in the first place, and at this time, someone just woke them up and brought the endless weirdness back to this universe.The wriggling tentacles spiraled out of the pages with an inexplicable brilliance, and it gently caressed the frightened bookstore owner, as if to convey its massive will.But the human body is too fragile for this person to bear at all, his flesh and internal organs only melt like flowing water at the moment of contact, and the skeleton stood alone for three seconds before falling into a pool of blood as if he had realized it later.The old man with the manuscript in his hand shook his head, lifted the box to put the manuscript in it again, and closed it.All visions were gone, except for an extra corpse on the ground, as if nothing had happened.He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and huge vultures appeared in the air, and these foul-smelling birds with black feathers made a wicked laugh and began to peck at the flesh and entrails on the ground.The vultures are fighting each other, and they are snatching food, snatching the right to be favored, just like they do in nature, completing a part of the cycle.The old man smiled as if he were his own children eating, and then magically absorbed the feathers they had dropped in battle and adorned his neckline.He tucked the wooden box under his arm, walked out of the bookstore on crutches, and glanced up as he passed the security cameras.The power of magic even burned down the computer that stored the surveillance footage along the network cable, and the pathetic machine on the counter exploded into a fireball.The old mage nodded in satisfaction, and disappeared into the night with the sound of the bell on the door ringing again.No one knows how he left, just as no one knows how he came. .................................Meanwhile, deep in a swamp in South America.A bald man in the Fortress of Destruction was observing his new harvest, a square octahedron that looked like a glowing crystal."
The octahedron consists of 6 vertices with 8 regular triangles, and 4 triangles intersect at one vertex.Plato believed that the octahedron was between tetrahedron (fire) and icosahedron (water) and therefore thought that the element it represented was air, but what does the octahedron represent?
Transcending all elemental concepts?
”Luthor circled the crystal as she spoke to Brainiac behind her.The reason why the green-skinned alien robot allied with Luthor was to survive, and now that the leopard girl has all abandoned their bald heads, he is the only one who stays for no reason, and really gets along with Luthor like a friend.A smart bald man won't turn down another smart bald head, and Luthor knows that Brainiac feels that the crisis is not completely over, and this coincides with himself.The threat is always there, and if the path of destruction doesn't work, then the path of the Justice League must be tried, but Luthor's wish is to follow the path of others, and to go faster and better than others.He set his sights on that particular death knell, and reached a certain degree of understanding and cooperation, his initial view was right, that death knell had no grievances with him, and naturally he would not be wiped out.On the contrary, I have gained some great things from an enthusiastic help not long ago.During this time, Luthor studied the documents he had brought back about the ancients, and was intrigued by the power described in them.He knew that exposure to this corrosive force would drive people insane and turn into balls of flesh or other unspeakable things, so he was always careful.Of course, after seeing Deadpool's face, he felt that his willpower resistance had risen quickly, and now there was nothing on Earth that would make him sick.There wasn't much in those documents and sources, and Luthor wasn't sure if the stories that worked in another universe would have a corresponding past on his own planet.However, the shining octahedron has undergone some changes, and when it was first brought back to the Doom Fortress, Luthor placed it in a lightless environment, and the gem summoned a tentacled faceless monster.Later, Luthor eliminated the monster and placed it under the light, which it sucked in while remaining relatively stable.So the bald head planned to study it in depth, but just yesterday, it failed, I don't know why, it just didn't work.No matter if you put it in the dark or pick it up and kick it as a ball, no monster will run out again, like an electric toy that has lost its power.Lex was a little lost, he didn't know why, but his pride made him reluctant to ask Death Knell for advice, so for the past two days, he has been taking Brainiac around the room and experimenting with this thing again and again.But just now, he seemed to see this toy, which was already out of power, shining again, and just a moment.So the research continued.Brilliant didn't know what to say about this, he just thought that Luthor was crazy, a strange crystal, why should it be related to the ancient philosophers of the earth?
Humans are really inexplicable creatures.