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Often he is a dark-skinned, tall and thin man with a bright smile. When everyone who has known the Cthulhu mythology knows this incarnation, then this incarnation will be meaningless. "He said, moving Lin Xingtao to his knees, "Hmm? You don't think so. I can see your disagreement from your eyes. Lin Xingtao, you like the human incarnation and always turn your back on the other appearances of the Thousand-Faced God. I am not blaming or resentful. At least this human incarnation has been favored by you and some humans - the names of those humans do not need to be mentioned. "

As he spoke, Lin Xingtao realized that he was lying in a huge cradle. If Naya's praises day and night were actually telling stories for the newborn god, then he obviously did not realize that his noise disturbed the most important sleep of the newborn - not to mention that Lin Xingtao realized that some of those stories were him reciting his own deeds - the one being praised was clearly himself.

Lin Xingtao began to jump down, and this time the action of jumping down was not stopped. Naya looked thoughtful and let Lin Xingtao try to break through the door.

Suddenly, he stood up from the chair next to the cradle, quickly passed by Lin Xingtao, and opened the The door, and then he used his foot to block the door, locking Lin Xingtao who was about to rush out in the room.

He showed his handsome face like a dark god in the transparent part above the door, but his expression was not as arrogant as that of the black pharaoh, but a gentle reminder: "I have to go to a funeral in a distant place, you stay here, when someone beats the drum, blows the trumpet, and lights the torch, I will return to you with gifts - in the name of Dr. Lin, I will declare that it is not a bag of yellow oranges - maybe apples loved by the gods - except for your mother who left you at home for a whole day when you were young, I hope you look forward to another return."

He then instructed the researchers of the Foundation who gathered around: "You don't have the ability to please the gods, unless you turn your nostrils into a heart shape and aim at Him who is crawling on the ground and rolling..."

The voice gradually faded away, and several researchers exclaimed: "Dr. Lin's jokes are getting better and better."

"Remember the expression that M sent in the chat group? "

"You mean the one about 'even my nostrils are in the shape of loving you'?"

They were talking and laughing easily. At this time, Lin Xingtao found that he could move freely.

He shouted: "Naya!!!"

What sounded was a crazy roar in the horror tune. The sound made by Lin Xingtao reached several universes in an instant. It was high, fierce, and enough to crush the brain. Shocked by the horror that humans could not receive but still transmitted, the people in this universe involuntarily stopped their actions and jokes, and their fingers spasmed for a moment.

"Did you hear anything...someone shouting?"

"What is he shouting? Is the containment object that can be translated in the foundation?"

They panicked and cast their eyes to the room where the doctor had just left.

They felt that it was probably, definitely, the [SUA-003] that the doctor regarded as a treasure and almost never left was calling the doctor.

"The doctor left for something. We should contain [SUA-003] according to the information. What does the information say? "

Their spirits became more and more tense. Through the door, they could not see the "god" crawling on the ground, but they could notice the changing atmosphere of the whole room.

This change occurred clearly in their minds, just like a woodpecker pecking at rotten wood, a ghoul gnawing at a tombstone, and the tentacles of the god knocking politely on the door. The ticking clock in the room cast a shadow of a long hand and a short hand. This shadow could turn into arms of different lengths at any time to lift something out, or break the rotten wood, break the grave, and crawl out of the room.

Just as they were thinking this, the entire sky in the shape of a five-pointed star outside the building suddenly darkened, and a thick gray fog flowed down from the sky, just like cream poured into a mold.

"Beware of containment failure!!! "The shelter experts shouted.

Lin Xingtao stopped knocking on the door with his meat buds. He listened carefully to the heavy and sinister breathing of people. One of the breathing sounds was particularly clear, as if it had never left Lin Xingtao's ears.

A deep and ominous laugh suddenly broke out - this voice belonged to Naiya, but not the Naiya who claimed that he was going to "attend the funeral", but the one who tempted people to make crazy assumptions in front of the Silver Key Gate.

He didn't say anything, as if he was just politely responding to Lin Xingtao's call that he would not get a response from Naiya just now with this rude laugh.

Lin Xingtao turned to look at the room that Naiya had carefully decorated.

This is a very Western room, even if Even though Lin Xingtao's perspective was wrong, he could still clearly identify it.

The classical furniture from the 17th and 18th centuries, with gold edging everywhere, showed the expensiveness and exquisiteness of the furniture; at the same time, this was also a very warm room, with a pile of wooden toys hanging from the ceiling, spinning slightly in the cradle and the crib, and half of the strange noise just now came from this.

The fluffy carpet was spread on the ground until it stopped in front of the writing desk, and the stuffed toys stuffed under the desk were piled together, squeezing out a stuffed dog ear.

Lin Xingtao was very familiar with this room, of course, because it was completely borrowed from the furnishings of Louis' room in the Viscount's Mansion, and every design was permeated with the parents' love for their youngest son.

I don't know why Naya arranged it like this.

The only difference was probably the photo on the table. It was supposed to be a painting, or more precisely, a family portrait, including the Viscount, Viscountess, Audrey, Lucas and Louis, and even the boxer dog.

Lin Xingtao stretched out a piece of flesh to stick to the photo.

He held the photo in front of him and couldn't help laughing.

The reason for laughing was that Naya replaced everyone's face in the family portrait with his handsome face as a human, including the dog.

It was a bit overbearing. Lin Xingtao stared at the dog with a mocking face and said, "Dog Naya."

The author has something to say: "Announce the decree - Miss Naya - grant residence - Mickey Mouse Clubhouse!"

Chapter 287 Ragnarok (Sixteen)

Lin Xingtao put down the photo. He was now in a special state - equivalent to walking into the Silver Key Gate again, but what he experienced was not the scene inside the gate, but the past that was specially processed by Naya.

Naya obviously had some purpose in mind. It was impossible that he just wanted Lin Xingtao to listen to praises for days in the cradle. Maybe he really gave a gift: as long as Lin Xingtao left here, he would have visited the real Silver Key Gate.

After looking around the room again, Lin Xingtao found that in addition to the photos, there was another thing that was not in the original Viscount's Mansion - the book that Naya held in his hand. The Complete Works of Crusoe Mythology.

Naya folded all the records about himself and marked the sentences with a pen - the pen was sandwiched between the pages of the book. This pen was also the one that Naya, the emperor of science, stuck into the mouth of the blond god.

When Lin Xingtao rolled up the pen with the bud, the alarm in the room sounded, and the two people quickly opened the door, closed it tightly, and rolled onto the carpet.

The two people were wearing the clothes of the Foundation's caregivers, without any weapons, and their eyes were covered with black cloth.

Just like the criminals in the SCP Foundation serve as consumable D-class personnel to ensure the normal operation of containment, there are also such special personnel in SUA, but because of the special nature of the three hundred rooms themselves, the demand for such personnel is far less. These two people are obviously such caregivers, with numbered nameplates on their chests: F13 and T66, one man and one woman.

Lin Xingtao noticed that they were trembling in fear. Obviously, they did not believe Naya's nonsense and did not agree that there was a so-called god in this room. Naya's "crawling" and "rolling" before attending the funeral brought them very bad associations.

In fact, in order to survive, F13 and T66 could only regard 003 as a real god. They recalled the information written not by the doctor but by the four surviving task force members.

[SUA-003　　Plague of Madness, the King of Harvest, the Love and Hate of the Gods, the Six-winged God of Light and Loveliness

He likes humans, please have at least one creature in human form accompany him, but no more than two, this is the minimum avoidance.

He is a god, please do not look directly at him, otherwise he will tempt you to death.

Please please him, do not stop your praise, this is respect for the gods, otherwise you will fall into the illusion of judging you. ］$This$work$is$organized$uploaded$by$Think$Tu$online$read$netizen$

While driving all the fantasies about the lovely angels long ago into the shaking glass test tubes of the researchers, they desperately told themselves: It was still a baby in swaddling clothes, crawling on the ground. Even if He is not a god, He must be praised and worshipped by humans as a god, and He who is in a good mood must be safe.

The room was quiet, and the soft carpet also absorbed the footsteps. For a moment, only the sound of wooden toys hitting each other above my head was faint and clear.

Maybe He was at my feet, maybe He climbed onto the bookshelf next to my head, maybe He couldn't wait to listen to my praise... In his wild thoughts, the experienced F13 recited the hymn that the doctor had recited, which he had memorized long ago: "The Most High, give us creation, pity our weakness, come with joy! Look up to the Holy Spirit!"

His calmness also attracted T66 to follow, and T66 also shouted: "The three are one, sharing the same fame, begging for the grace to be exhausted."

Lin Xingtao chuckled at this lame plagiarism of religious works, and the two of them shuddered together.

They would not hear this laughter, but only feel their hearts and minds shaken.

They then felt that their chanting was effective, because they were not killed by the out-of-control containment, although they did not get a response from 003.

After a long time, they even relaxed as they continued to chant. However, the moment they relaxed, they could not help but have an idea: Is 003 really still in the room?

He might not be in the room anymore, otherwise why did the terrifying feeling that followed him disappear completely? He might have left when the two of them entered the room. After all, they entered with their eyes closed, right?

F13's voice was a little trembling, and T66 stopped chanting, leaned against the door and asked the person outside loudly: "Tell me, is everything normal!"

No one answered.

The sound insulation of this door should not be that good, and the doctor's praise sometimes passed through the door and aroused their curiosity.

By closing their eyes, their fear of the unknown is amplified, but their ears cannot catch a single word. They can only breathe harder and listen to the air being sucked in and out.

The hypoxia started at this point. T66, who had stopped chanting, heard a male voice that was so beautiful that it aroused endless desire when his cold tears soaked his eye mask: "You are perfunctory with me, human being."

T66 opened his mouth and made a sound, almost instantly regretting his insincere praise.

Dense black dots appeared in front of her eyes.

Even if humans close their eyes tightly, what they see is not true darkness, but these small black dots are pure. When the small dots fade away, a dazzling white light lights up in front of her eyes.

In the white light, a pillar towering into the clouds, or rather built above the sky, stood on separate sides. A door with a silver key stood in the center. Hundreds of angels lined up on the left and right, flying in front of the pillar. He cast a contemptuous look at her, a strange visitor.

T66 suspected that she had died and came to the judgment house of heaven, but can a sinner like her also come to heaven?

Sure enough, an archangel wearing a metal mask and beautiful armor asked: "Sinner, why are you here?"

T66 couldn't answer. She didn't know what she wanted to answer. She was joining the Foundation.