my cthulhu game

Chapter 52 The Orbit of Myth and History
"There is..." Xiao Zhao was sweating profusely, and couldn't remember how to warn this unreasonable bread thief in English.

"Was ist das?" (What is this?)

Paal Winkton felt under his body, where there was some kind of rail made of steel.

And then Pal Winkton remembered...

He once worked in Stockton, England, building something called "rails" for merchants there.Pal Winkton had heard that once this track was built, something called a "train" could run on it, pulled by a steam engine, faster than any horse. (Now Pal Winkton no longer thinks faster than a horse is a great speed - every one of those boxes galloping down the street is worth ten horses)
Pal Winkton did not wait until the day when the railway was opened to traffic—the aristocratic lords nearby often came to trouble the engineering team. In an "accident", Pal Winkton lost his left little finger forever, and also The opportunity to continue working was lost.He was degraded and returned to his hometown, but found that his relatives were all dead. Unable to find a job, he had to make a living by stealing chickens and dogs.

"Das ist die..." (This is...) Although it is completely different from the railroad tracks he built, the clever Pal Winkton still understands.

He suddenly had a bad feeling - he couldn't stay here anymore.

But just when Paal Winkton was determined to escape, a strange voice distracted him.

The sound was like a shrill flute, or the scratching noise of a child learning the violin for the first time on the strings.

【SC0/1D2】

[Pal Winkton failed the sanity check 85/30]

【1D2=2】

"Aah...!"

The indescribable sound gave Paal Winkton a headache. He didn't even pay attention to the sound of the train approaching. Instead, he turned his gaze to the direction where the strange sound came from, in the shadow of the distant building.

Then he saw it.

[Because of witnessing? ? ? , SC0/1D4]

[Pal Winkton failed the sanity check 62/28]

【1D4=4】

Pal Winkton collapsed to the ground.Old Tang and Xiao Zhao yelled from behind, the train was braking suddenly, but it seemed too late...

Xiao Zhao covered his mouth.Old Tang closed his eyes in pain.

……

Pal Winkton was not Chen Qiang's investigator, so Chen Qiang naturally couldn't see his situation.

Chen Qiang is still working hard to get the surveillance video near the Xijiao Theater. It is impossible for people 200 years ago to know the existence of cameras, and surveillance must have recorded their presence.

The cameras in the western suburbs have been in disrepair for a long time, and they are being replaced intensively recently. The incomplete images make him very irritable.

……

at the same time.

In Dr. Huang's small clinic.

"He's gone!" It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and it's almost time for the small clinic to close. The man Xu Leilei rescued has been lying on the hospital bed all day, and Dr. Huang and Xu Leilei are discussing He wondered if he was looking for a car to take him to a nearby big hospital, but in the blink of an eye he found that he was gone.

"I remember locking the back door..."

"You didn't lock the window." Xu Leilei looked at the wide open window.

"What should I do?" Doctor Huang was helpless.

"I'll go take a look." Xu Leilei rushed out.

From the first time she saw that man, Xu Leilei had a strange feeling, as if she had seen this man somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it.

"Hey……!"

The upright middle-aged female doctor had no choice but to follow and ran out.

And the bodyguard who had been squatting at the door for a long time couldn't sit still anymore - he first saw a strangely dressed man jump out of the window, and then Xu Leilei and the female doctor from the clinic also rushed out after a while.

The bodyguard remembered Chen Qiang's advice - if anything strange happens, notify him immediately.

He grabs the phone.

……

Leaving Uncle Xu and the old man in the theater temporarily, Chen Qiang's enhanced pickup was driving on the road in the western suburbs.

"I understand," Chen Qiang took a deep breath after listening to the bodyguard's report on the mobile phone, "Listen, I found that person reported to me, and at the same time, pay attention to protecting Lei Lei. I have worked hard on you today, and I will immediately find someone to take over. I will pay three times the overtime pay... what? Do you want to continue working?"

"Mr. Chen, I'm idle even if I'm idle. Those who work in our line of work are all benefits." The bodyguard reported ably.

"Okay, come on."

Chen Qiang hung up the phone.

The theater is not far from Xu Leilei's high school. It seems that I am lucky to find the No.1 of the two traversers so quickly.

The unconscious foreign gentleman rescued by Xu Leilei must be one of the two guests from 200 years ago.

According to the ancients, its portal is designed for the plant race. Humans will consume their physical strength and magic power violently through the portal. It is not surprising that they are in a coma for a whole day due to poor physical condition.

He must be still around!
Chen Qiang parked the pickup truck on the side of the road.

An elderly European in a white shirt, plaid pants, and leather boots... Fortunately, the features are quite obvious.

Modern people are always easier to talk than ancient people. If there really was an African chief holding a spear and wearing a mask, Chen Qiang would not know how to communicate.

"Hello..." Chen Qiang jumped off the pickup truck, paced in the grass by the side of the road, and started to contact the people he had assigned in advance.

Today I am sitting in the western suburbs and commanding.

"Okay. Contact me if you find out—huh?"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qiang realized that his sneakers had kicked something in the grass.

"...?"

Chen Qiang pushed through the grass.

"……Hey."

The old man in a white shirt, plaid pants, and leather boots was lying there, looking up at the starry sky, acting like a thinking person.

Chen Qiang:"……"

The system must have made a lucky roll behind his back, Chen Qiang thought.

Out of caution, Chen Qiang did not step forward immediately, but took a few steps back, trying to launch "mythical intervention" on this person.

[The race of the target is human, and "Mythical Intervention" cannot be used. 】

it is good!
Chen Qiang put on his translation headset.

"Sir, do you need help?" He asked tentatively in English.

Under the light of the military flashlight, Chen Qiang was able to see the man's face clearly.He looks very old, but on closer inspection, it can be seen that he is not yet 60 years old.

The man muttered a few words, which were "leave me alone", "let me stay" and "the smell is terrible" in German, as if he didn't hear Chen Qiang's words.

Sir, I admit that the smog in City D may not smell as good as the air in your hometown, but...

"I think I can help you," Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes, and the translator translated his words into German. He was surprised that there was no social skill test prompt, "Come on, can you stand up? Let's go to the hospital. "

He thought of an American doctor's high-end clinic. He was acquainted with the doctor there. Compared with public hospitals, private medical institutions are more suitable for travelers without ID.

The unarmed man stood up unsteadily, with an expression as if he was bearing great pain.Chen Qiang hesitated for a moment, holding the blade in his pocket with one hand, dragging his arm with the other, and walked towards the pickup.The man wanted to break free, but he didn't have the strength to resist Chen Qiang after he hadn't eaten for a day.

"What's your name?" Chen Qiang asked.

Men don't speak.

"What's your name!" Chen Qiang asked louder.

The man shook his head and pointed to his ear.

Are you saying that you are hard of hearing?Or deaf?

(End of this chapter)