I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

In this wilderness, tornadoes are prone to occur, and those strong winds can easily destroy farmland, pastures, and even houses.

The decadent benches are weather-beaten, the wood has long been mottled, the prayer table has collapsed, and the faith is no longer.

Scott's camera lens swiveled and quickly moved towards the statue behind the lectern.

Normally, such a church should not have statues.

What is used for prayer in the church is generally either a cross or some objects, and there are few specific statues of gods.

But in this church, there is a tall statue of God.

The statue seemed to have been damaged by wind and rain. The original gray statue had become somewhat dirty and slightly damaged. The camera turned down and captured the face of the statue.

This should have been a statue of the Virgin Mary, and she should be holding the Son in her arms, but now the statue is empty, and it is not damaged by the baptism of the years, because the cross-section of the statue is very neat, just like, The things in her arms came to life, as if they crawled away by themselves.

As for the face of the god, there is nothing wrong with the facial features, only the eyes are covered by a black cloth.

The black cloth was obviously put on later. It covered the eyes of the god, adding a dark and eerie feeling to the originally holy statue.

"Damn, this statue is so cool!"

Wes yelled, and he leaned closer, stepped over the collapsed lectern, came to the side of the statue, reached out and touched it, and felt the rough texture.

"Why is she blindfolded?"

As he spoke, he was about to climb up the statue.

"Wes, what are you doing?"

Scott was still holding the camera to record all this. He shouted, even if he was not a devout believer, but this kind of behavior of climbing the statue was still somewhat taboo, which made Scott feel uncomfortable.

"This place has been abandoned."

Weiss had already climbed to the shoulder of the statue in a blink of an eye. He supported the Virgin Mary's neck and reached out to the black cloth covering the statue's eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

At this time, James, who had just stepped on the rubble into the church, yelled, causing Wes's hand to stop for a moment.

"Look what this is."

Between the words, he had already grabbed the piece of black cloth.

The texture of the black cloth was rough, and it didn't look like cloth. It gave people a wonderful feeling. Wes didn't think too much, he tried to tear off the black cloth directly.

It's just that the black cloth was tightly wrapped, and Wes had to use his strength, but at this moment, the black cloth suddenly loosened. He didn't stand firm, lost his balance, and fell backwards.

"!!!"

Scott was about to help him, but Wes had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly grabbed the arm of the Virgin Mary. His feet slipped, and the whole person could only hang on that arm.

Fortunately, it's not too high here. Wes glanced down, let go and jumped down, landing smoothly.

"Scared me."

Wes yelled, glanced at the black cloth in his hand, then raised his head to look at the face of the statue of the Virgin Mary.

There is a pair of eyes there.

Different from the gray and freehand style of the statue, the pair of Virgin Mary's eyes are very realistic, as if they were carefully carved and inlaid.

These eyes are full of colorful stars, as if they have contained the Milky Way. On the gray and white stone statue, these eyes are enough to be called charming, and Wess fell into a slump for a while.

Scott was also stunned. His camera recorded the picture of those eyes. For some reason, he felt that these eyes were staring at him.

James was also attracted by these eyes. He took a breath and his voice trembled.

"This shouldn't be like this, how could it be like this."

"It seems that these eyes made them blindfold the god."

Lu Jian said that this eye is not human, but like some indescribable great existence, or at least, it may have witnessed some.

"I think we'd better get it back where it was."

Lu Yi took the black cloth from Weiss's hand, and he rubbed it with his fingers to roughly judge the material.

"This is not cloth, but some kind of treated leather, like cowhide or buckskin"

Thinking of this, Lu Jian had a guess.

He didn't make a sound, but climbed onto the stone statue, and covered the eyes of the Virgin Mary with the black cloth again.

"Let's go quickly, we will be in Miskatok soon."

James, who was still immersed in those eyes, said in a daze after Lu Jian finished all this.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===772. Three-segment broadcast===

The scenery of Miskatok is different from other places.

The caravan followed the signs of the street signs and soon saw the buildings of the city.

At the end of the vast expanse of farmland that is unplowed in winter lies the city.

Not as prosperous as Boston, nor as retro as Detroit. As an agricultural city, Miskatok is full of retro flavors. The most striking thing is the houses with pointed roofs.

This Gothic-style building usually has a strong religious meaning, probably because this architectural style from France is mostly used in churches, such as the Notre Dame Cathedral that has been burned and destroyed.

But some irony is that the construction of these churches is not due to religious worship, but a democratic and developed public auditorium. Today, most of them are related to religion and belief. It can only be said that time is indeed enough to erase all traces.

Spires, stained glass, it is hard to imagine that such buildings can be seen everywhere in cities in the 21st century, but in Miskatok, this is the daily scenery.

Close to the city, there was a hissing sound from the radio. James, who was driving on shift, turned the knob and finally made the sound clear.

"Today's Miskatok hotline, to solve your problem, let's take a look at the first letter from the reader."

This voice always makes people feel that they have heard it before. Looking back carefully, Lu Yi found that it was on the somewhat crazy broadcast last night.

Now it sounds like this is not a private station, but it looks like an official one?

Some official radio stations do take a personalized approach. In countries that advocate freedom, you can even hear some indescribable things being broadcast live on official radio stations.

The car shook slightly, and Lu Juan heard the radio continue to play.

"Ms Blaney from Miskatok My husband has been coming home late every night lately, but he's not that busy with work, he's gone for so long, I don't know where, one day I tried to follow After get off work, he found out that he was hiding in the alley and eating the corpse of a wild dog, what should I do?"

Hearing the first half, several people in the car still laughed heartily, thinking that some kind of green plant was growing on their heads again, but after hearing the second half, everyone couldn't laugh anymore.

"Is this a prank?"

Wes adjusted his glasses and asked subconsciously.

Some radio programs themselves are not very popular, so they have to play those fake letters from readers to make a living, just like the anchors make up barrage readings when they watch barrage live.

He thought it was similar, and heard the radio continue talking.

"Ms. Blaney, eating wild dog carcasses in the alleys is not particularly abnormal. We all know that wild dog carcasses will rot and stink if they are left undisposed in a dark place, so your husband also He has made a contribution to the cleanliness of the city, and next time he can take you to try it."

There was advice on the radio, but it sounded weird.

"The second letter, Mr. Rafael from Miskatok. I am very troubled recently. The corpses in the warehouse are always being dug out by others and scattered everywhere. I have tried to set up Warning signs and building guardrails, but in the end they were turned over, and a few days ago I found out that the body had been stolen, and after chasing it out, it turned out that two people were eating on the side of the street, should I just kill them with a gun?"

The second broadcast letter was even more eerie.

"What is a corpse?"

Thalia looked at the others. At first she thought it was some pronoun, but the more she heard it, the more she felt something was wrong.

"Maybe he meant bacon or something."

Valerie guessed.

"Could it be that the stolen body of this person is the wild dog that the listener's husband ate?"

James tried to explain.

"They stole the smoked dog meat and roasted it on the side of the road, probably like this? Maybe they were afraid of those environmentalists or animal protectionists who would make trouble. I know those guys, they are all extreme guys. "

"Is that right?"

Wes felt something was weird.

"Mr. Raphael, what I want to say is that the right to protect your private property is sacrosanct. Shoot those damned guys and let them see blood. The security maintenance of Miskatok needs you!"

The words of the radio host are high-spirited, but the content really makes people feel a little trembling.

"Are they crazy?"

cried Thalia, and Scott, who was resting, rolled over at the sharp sound of her voice, but did not wake up.

"The third letter is from Mr. Gower from Miskatok. I was eaten. They hung my body in the house. They cut open the veins with a knife and drained the blood. I was hung upside down like this. I can only stare at those guys, but I didn't expect that I was stolen, that man dragged me to the street, he ate my flesh and blood, his mouth was full, his mouth was full, and he called other people, oh , thank God, they were all killed in the end, good rifle bullets went into their heads, thank God, at least I had brains left."

The radio host spoke again, this time the letter made the people in the car completely at a loss.

"This must be a prank, the kind of horror and ghost radio program!"

Thalia screamed again, causing Scott, who was sleeping soundly beside him, to frown slightly.

"The good news is we now know the whole story."

Lu stumbled without much emotion, he had seen this kind of thing a lot.

If that's the case with Miskatok's official radio station, there's a good chance that something is wrong with the city too.

But it doesn't make any difference to Lu Jian, because Feng Yu is trapped here, so it would be strange if Miskatok didn't have any serious illness.

"This must be telling a story, but it's quite interesting. It may be a special column for the film festival!"

Weiss explained that rather than believing the letters were genuine, it was clearly a joke to fit the festival.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this Mr. Gower, obviously they don't respect your corpse. For such a person, Miskatok does not welcome him. If you can provide more detailed clues, maybe we can help you , no matter what, making Miskatok even better is our ultimate goal!"

"After reading so many letters, let us take a break and listen to a song to relax for a while, please listen to "Ode to the Old Gods."

The hymn-like melody sounded again on the radio, but the lyrics were similar to the somewhat profane songs I heard last night, telling about the connection between the great being and the stars, and the joyful melody made people feel creepy .

The RV has driven into the city, and among those Gothic buildings, passers-by can be seen walking sparsely.

Every passer-by had a weird and exaggerated smile on their faces.