Ultraman in the world of grams

When the night came, the geologist tossed and turned on the bed, and his complicated thoughts disturbed his mood.Since he couldn't sleep, he had no choice but to find a way to pass the long night.

Captain Linden told him not to come out if he heard any strange sounds at night.

William rang out the news he had heard in Arkham, and the uneasiness in his heart grew even stronger.

Really unable to fall asleep, he got up from the cheap iron frame bed, rubbed his temples, and turned on the dim electric light by the bedside.Fortunately, his luggage was thoughtfully placed in this room.

On that mottled wall, leaning against his box.

He barely got out of the boat and staggered to his feet.He had been lying on the bed for three days, his whole body was almost stiff, and he could hear a loud thud when he moved a little, and his bones seemed to be much more brittle.

William moved his body with difficulty, soothing the stiff bones and muscles on the bed.

Fortunately, the captain had arranged for the crew to take care of him and fed him some liquid food during the coma so that he would not starve to death.After waking up, he also ate a little food, and now he has accumulated some strength.

He rummaged through his suitcase and found a notebook.

Open it and look at the neat or messy handwriting.

Some of them were even excerpted from the sacrificial runes of the cultists in Field Town and the cabin, and some were some mystic knowledge told by the captain. He recorded all the knowledge he found useful.

He pulled out a tattered but barely usable chair, and under the dim light of the desk lamp, he flipped through his precious notebook, marking and recording some information from time to time.

Especially about the grotesque and crazy things he saw last before he fell into a coma, which completely violated the existence of common sense.

Because of too much fear and horror, his memory was also constantly resisting, preventing him from prying into the dark memory, the despair before coma.

Even thinking about it for a while, his fingers kept trembling, trying to record something, but in the end he could barely draw some messy lines.

He was completely unable to describe in words what that terrible encounter had brought to him. It was a horror that ordinary humans could not bear, and just a few arcs revealed shocked him.

But for some reason, he has not encountered any strange changes now.

This seems to be completely different from what the captain mentioned.

Forced to keep his mind healthy and busy, William was unwilling to pass out unknowingly.

He looked at the string of messy symbols left by the pen in his hand on the notebook, symbolizing his restless thoughts.

William let out a long sigh, rubbed his hair, turned his head to other places, and observed the situation in the room.

The Gilman Hotel was even more dilapidated than the hotels in the small town of Field. The suffocating musty smell mixed with the general fish smell in the town made people involuntarily focus on things related to death and decay.

This has to make the geologists who have encountered the mutation in Field Town feel nervous and anxious.

His thoughts couldn't help recalling the extreme stench, the dark green rotting liquid, and the rotting meat all over the corridor, which made him feel sick to his stomach.

Although……

Innsmouth tastes slightly lighter than Field.

In comparison, he actually felt that it was acceptable.

I don't know if my endurance has been strengthened.

After all, not every town has such a terrifying Lord of Rot that is more than 50 meters high.

But it was still far beyond the seaside town he knew.The smell of fish here seems to have surpassed the harbor city in his cognition.And along with the smell of fish, there is also a musty smell of decay.

Another thing that bothered him was the absence of a latch on the door to his room.The door still bears clear imprints showing that there was once a latch there, and that it had only recently been removed.There was no doubt that the situation, like everything else in the run-down hotel, seemed abnormal.

After a while, he seemed to hear creaking noises in the stairs and corridors from time to time, as if someone was walking, and he thought that other rooms were also occupied by guests.But other than that, he didn't hear anything else.

The sound of the geologist flipping the paper became louder, enough to show his anxiety and uneasiness.

Captain Linden's steady voice sounded in his ears.When the captain left his room, he had clearly told him not to leave the room when he heard strange noises at night.

This sounds like some kind of horror story, and there are usually rules that must not be broken, or you will end up in a very miserable end.

This warning not only did not calm down the geologist, but made him more anxious, staring at the door without blinking.

Maybe there's another rotting monster out there.

he thinks.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came out of his window, it seemed that someone was whispering or singing in the square.That creepy tone was like scratching the scales of a fish.

Goose bumps spread on his arms, and he carefully opened the window a crack, looking out at the empty square.

The Gilman Hotel was still some distance away from the square, but fortunately, the moonlight was very bright, casting light like a white veil, illuminating the sneaky figures wandering on the street.

When William saw the scene outside the window below, he almost forgot to breathe, and looked at the man in nightgown, with bare feet, walking like a puppet step by step in disbelief.

The gorgeous red hair was as conspicuous as blood in his eyes.Especially something dangling overhead!
Ellis is definitely not in the right shape!

William took a deep breath and yelled at Ellis.

However, Ellis still didn't respond at all, and still walked numbly towards those abominable things.

Geologists can only watch helplessly, but can't do anything. Their brains seem to explode, and they can no longer continue to think calmly.

Just outside his door, there were new creaking sounds coming from the stairs and corridors. This soft and distinct sound was constantly approaching the room.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, like the sound of nails scraping on a wooden board, right at the door!

Something sharp is scraping against the door!

Immediately after...

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

Someone is knocking on the door!
(End of this chapter)