Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 28 Late Night Commission
Everything going on in this world seems to be so dead and noisy, as silent as it should be.

No one cares about the suddenly destroyed woods, and no one cares about the destroyed log cabin.Maybe the official ones will take notice, but so what?

The poor at the bottom either disappeared or contracted diseases and died quietly, no one cared.They are like the most inconspicuous weeds, no one will care, anyone can step on them casually.

Maybe those big people occasionally show kindness, and they may shed a tear or two when they see a play that is based on reality performed in the theater.

It wasn't tears, it was just stimulated saline.Who knows that in this chaotic and crazy world, the last few people who have not rotted will shed tears, and how many people will be truly touched.

People who are desperate can only ignite their lives and face this fucking reality.

In their whole life, they have never seen the light.

What they prayed for was nothing more than trivial things.

"Is it really useful to make a wish to this sculpture?"

People looked at the mysterious sculpture missing a horn with expectant eyes.

"of course."

The middle-aged man wearing a hood looked fanatical, and his tone of voice was very confused:
"Respond to the will of the ancient times! Everything will be granted!"

"I wish I had a little more strength so that I could move a little more to the docks."

"Then I want to be taller...Linda next door doesn't like short people..."

"The great will will eventually come!"

Under the hood, the middle-aged man's cheeks already had faint protrusions on both sides, similar to scales.

…………

Nan Ke felt that since he came to this world, he seemed to have been in bad luck.

It was as if the whole world was against him.

Just when he made up his mind to go to the weak place of time and space mentioned by Zhuo Mu, it turned out that he couldn't get away from Miskatonic University at all.

"Professor Wilson," Mr. Bauer, who was in charge of some trivial matters in the school, knocked on his door and said politely, "Mr. Principal has something to do with you."

Love craft principal?
Wilson froze for a moment, not knowing why the principal was looking for him at this time.

He subconsciously looked out the window, the moon had already climbed over the treetops, and it was really getting late.

Another look at Droam's light curtain: 22:16
There are no mobile phones in this era, and watches are also a luxury here. Professor Wilson once owned one, and he sold the watch after he went bankrupt.Nanke, who is currently too poor, can't afford the consumption of watches.

If he didn't have the high-tech system of Zhuomu to display the time, he could only judge the specific time based on the general weather and the clock in Arkham Town.

The last time the bell rang ten times, it has been quite a while.

If it is 100 years later, this time is nothing, it is just the beginning of nightlife, but in this age of lack of entertainment, this is already considered late at night.

"What can I do for you?" Wilson asked suspiciously, "It's getting late now."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not very clear." Mr. Bauer said politely, "But the principal must have something important to do, that's why he came to you so late."

Confused, Wilson followed Mr. Power to the principal's office again.

Along the way, he was a little dazed and a little apprehensive.

Could it be that the news of the financial crook's death was known by the principal?Then suspect him as a criminal suspect and want to send him to the NYPD?

But Jie Sen said that he tracked here alone.

Logically speaking, the headmaster shouldn't know about this matter.

Soon, Wilson came to the principal's room.

When he first came here, he was not very familiar with the environment here, everything was very strange to him.He was afraid that he would find out something when he faced the principal.

Fortunately, after digesting a lot of Professor Wilson's memories, Nan Ke didn't feel guilty anymore.

In the office, the principal was pushing a crystal lens, frowning and reading a document.

Hearing Wilson's footsteps, he raised his head and showed a smile: "Professor Wilson, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late, but I do need your help with something."

"It's okay," Wilson nodded politely, "I'm happy to help. Is there anything I can do?"

"Thank you very much." The principal nodded slightly, and handed the document in his hand to Wilson.

"You are an expert in ancient research, what's your opinion on this?"

Wilson took the document, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously, because the document in his hand was a black and white photo, and what was shown on it was a relief-style engraving.

It seems to be a flower with five petals carved on it, and there are densely packed stick figures carved on the bottom, which seems to be worshiping the flower.

"This is……"

Wilson suppressed his exclamation, and his pupils shrank suddenly, but he quickly restrained his shock, and pretended to be calm and said:

"I'm not sure, I haven't seen a similar engraving before, and there is no cultural product similar to the ancient history I studied... I can only say... Its style is exquisite, showing this flower Lifelike, as if living flowers are right in front of your eyes."

"The people below seem to be worshiping this flower and admiring it very much. Maybe... this flower has a certain ability to confuse people's hearts."

The headmaster looked thoughtfully at the engraving on the photo.

"Worthy of being an expert in ancient research, looking at and interpreting this relief in this way has a brand new angle."

Wilson twitched his lips, not knowing how to respond.

"Did the principal come to me for this relief?"

"Oh, no." The principal looked at Wilson through the crystal lens, "You must have heard of our school's expedition team?"

"Well... I have a little understanding." Wilson said after thinking, "It is said that it is a very professional expedition team with footprints all over the world."

The headmaster mentioned it at the opening ceremony, and the surrounding students seemed to be interested in it.

"This relief photo is also from members of our expedition team." The principal explained, "They came into contact with these mysterious murals, but for various reasons, they disappeared in that place. This document is the last item they sent. "

"Our school wants to organize another group of expeditions, and we want to go to find out the reason." Principal Lovecraft said sincerely, "I hope you can join."

"..."

Wilson's right eye jumped violently.

(End of this chapter)