my cthulhu game

Chapter 51 The Melancholy of the 19th Century Traveler
"Okay," the old man's flute sounded like a helpless sigh, "I accept your terms."

Chen Qiang looked at Uncle Xu gratefully - if the tree was stubborn, he could only use "Don't God" to solve the problem.

"Then from now on, you will be officially protected by me." Chen Qiang said seriously.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Chen Qiang." The ancient also greeted Chen Qiang.

"I will send you the things I want to investigate in the future," Chen Qiang asked as if he suddenly remembered something, "So, you are willing to be my investigator, right? If you have the opportunity in the future, you can change it." Take the form of a human being and act in human society, so you will be safer."

"Ah... That's right." The ancient who didn't understand what this sentence meant subconsciously agreed.

[Congratulations, you have harvested the second mythical creature investigator]

The system beep sounds.

[You have obtained the investigator talent "Friend of the Ancients"]

[Friends of the Ancient Ones: Your sanity will not be reduced by witnessing the Ancient Ones]

[For humans, the sanity of the ancients is always 0.But this young old man is very afraid of the outside world, but your promise has established a new psychological pillar for him who is terrified. 】

【As long as he can feel safe under your hands, he will not betray you.But correspondingly, once its psychological backbone is broken, that is, when it is convinced that you can no longer keep it safe, you will lose the myth investigator. 】

Listening to the prompts from the system one after another, Chen Qiang smiled.

I have already unlocked the system's virtual secret-keeping game lobby function, as long as the system recognizes it as an investigator, the ancients will be hard to fly (in fact, they can indeed fly, or float)...

As for safety?Anyway, this ancient man is used to squatting at home, so it's better not to let him get too much information from the outside world.

"You stay here first, Uncle Xu, you look first... I mean, protect it," Chen Qiang said, "I'll go out and make a phone call."

The ancients need to be resettled as soon as possible. How to find the two people who traveled from the past in City D and figure out which Outer God they are connected with is also a difficult problem.

Finding two ordinary people in D City with a population of one million is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack...

After losing 3 points of luck, Chen Qiang spent another 6 points of sanity pool, increasing his sanity by 3 points to 38 points.

But the sanity pool is still 51 points: the investigators he cast nets for fish lost a total of 6 SAN points because of playing the game of "Curse of the Hanged King", which has been counted into his sanity pool.The sanity lost accidentally in daily life outside of the module is not necessarily included in the sanity pool, but the system seems to count the "Curse of the Hanged King" game as an extension of the module.

Depending on the situation, decide whether to directly add sanity to the upper limit.

By the way, Chen Qiang has tried it a long time ago. It is feasible to distribute the contract by himself and then fool the investigators to take the bait, but it is not feasible to add a sentence to the license agreement of the shareware and then spread it online.It seems that the system will determine whether there is a real connection between the investigator and Chen Qiang.
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Another place in the western suburbs.

In a small alley, a good show of the police catching thieves is being staged.

One side is the 21st century police in dark blue police uniforms.

And the other side...

Mr. Pal Winkton, a time traveler from the 19th century, is running like hell.While running, he stuffed bread into his mouth.

Two police officers gave hot pursuit.

"stop!"

They were babbling words that Pare Winkton could not understand.

The road signs on the street were full of square characters, so Pare Winkton thought they might be Chinese.But unlike those sallow and thin people with a tail dragging behind their heads that he had seen, these extraordinary Chinese people had ruddy complexions and were very strong. Paal Winkton claimed to be the top three scuds in Vienna, But they couldn't get rid of these people.

Pal Winkton, a habitual thief, couldn't figure out why he ended up in this inexplicable place after sneaking into the living room of a family in the outskirts of Vienna through a window.

He was rummaging through the living room—there was nothing but sheet music, sheet music, sheet music, God help, except for a grand piano—when the drunken homeowner burst open the door and burst in.He jumped over the messy sofa and chased after him, so scared that Paal Winkton ran away.

When the door glowing with white light appeared in front of Paal Winkton, he didn't have time to think about whether it was a demon or a ghost, so he rushed directly into the door.At that moment, Pare Winkton felt that more than half of the strength in his body was consumed, as if his soul had been sucked away by the devil.

Pal Winkton wasn't sure if the homeowner was still on his trail.He almost crawled into a hallway and fled the building.

But this is just the beginning of a new nightmare.

What ran on the road was not a horse-drawn carriage, but another kind of boxy, colorful, weird carriage with four wheels underneath—their speed was like lightning, setting off a terrifying gust of wind.Pare Winkton had been to London and Paris, but he had never seen a road as smooth and solid as this.

Clearly this wasn't Vienna anymore, and even Pare Winkton thought it couldn't be Europe at all.

Pal Winkton ran amok for a long time in extreme panic, and then tragically discovered...

...He couldn't find his way back.

He fumbled in his pocket for the last few florins (the currency of Vienna in the nineteenth century)—he was no fool, this place certainly couldn't spend florins.

The moon was thin, and Pal Winkton's stomach was growling with hunger.At this time, he can only choose his old business.He doesn't care if it's heaven, hell, the legendary Atlantis or the mysterious Shambhala, since there are still humans walking on the streets - they have to eat.

Soon he found a hut (a newsstand and canteen near the middle school), and he saw newspapers written in square characters at the door, and there were bread and other unnamed foods on the shelves in the house .

It's now!

While the shopkeeper in fancy clothes (Pal Winkton's perspective) packs up the leftover newspapers, Paal Winkton rushes into the open back door of the newsstand, grabs the bread and flees.

"Catch the thief!"

shouted the chubby shopkeeper.

Patrolman Old Tang and auxiliary policeman Xiao Zhao were passing by; hearing the shop owner's shout, the two immediately chased Pal Winkerton.

Pare Winkton recognized their identities from their neat uniforms almost instantly.Even the sheriff of Vienna may not have as bright a uniform as these two.

"Die Bullen!" ("Damn cop!")
Even in this ghostly place, the police officers are still chasing after him.

Faced with the pursuit of the two, Pare Winkton had no choice but to run away desperately along the road while stuffing the bread into his mouth.

……

Behind Pal Winkton, Old Tang and Xiao Zhao, who were closely chasing him, were also puzzled.

What era is it, and there are thieves who steal bread?

He wore a big, queer hat, a short waistcoat, and breeches, and he looked like a foreign laborer from an old movie.

Foreign friend, are you an actor?

"STOP, PLEASE..." Pall Winkton once worked in England, and he heard the people behind him shouting in simple English.

Pal Winkton wouldn't stop!No matter where it is, he will not be caught in a cell!
"Drink!"

Pare Winkton finally finished his bread, and nimbly climbed over a "fence".

(End of this chapter)