Red Moon Returns

There were four people approaching behind him, and with every step closer, Lynch felt the fishy smell getting stronger.

His face was dark, and he was wearing shabby coarse clothes. The dirty surface was covered with white salt grains, and the black and white patches made him feel like the filthy walls of a public toilet. The coarse cloth clothes were in tatters, even torn in some places, revealing pale skin. There seemed to be transparent mucus on the surface of the skin, which reflected cold light under the illumination of the gas street lamp.

Fishy smell, exposure to the sun, salt particles, mucus, and water-soaked skin. A few keywords made Lynch immediately think of fishermen in the sea.

However, this is just an intuitive visual effect. When Lynch subconsciously diverged his thoughts and used inspiration to perceive, a shadow appeared around the bodies of these fishermen.

The image is somewhat similar to Davis, the slave owner who snatched his memories of Red Moon on the ship. He has a fish head and a human body. The skin covered under the clothes is covered with ferocious scales. Several tentacles stretch out from the damaged parts of the clothes on the back, twisting in the air. Waving his hands, it exudes a strange and dangerous atmosphere.

Not far around them were the guests who were entering the theater. These people turned a blind eye to the strange scene in Lynch's eyes. They just covered their noses with disgusted expressions as they passed by the fishermen, and looked at them with disgust. They dodged sideways, not realizing at all that strange tentacles were twisting above their heads, dripping fishy-smelling mucus on them.

Waves of fear and nausea welled up in his chest, Lynch was familiar with the instinctive reaction to looking directly at filth.

My neighbor, my terrible inspiration, why did I see something strange again?

The thought only lasted for a moment, and Lin Qi suddenly felt a huge pressure coming from the fishermen.

It was as if he was facing an irresistible ferocious beast, and the beast seemed to be showing its blood-stained fangs towards him.

No, not as if.

The tentacles on the fisherman's back suddenly lifted neatly into the air. The tip of the tentacles was pointed at the theater manager below. At the same time, his feet accelerated and he rushed towards him.

The security personnel of the theater were gathering from around, trying to stop a few fishermen who were rushing over for no apparent reason. The guests who were entering the theater looked sideways and pointed at the crazy fishermen. Even Miss Valente had a look on her face. Doubtful, he clenched the folding fan in his hand without knowing why.

Danger! Extremely dangerous.

Only Lynch realized that these were not normal things. Even if they were not their target, Lynch's soul was still giving a crazy warning. The strength of these four people was no worse than the ghouls who demolished the carriage with their bare hands. Once they faced each other, he would never be able to do anything. The possibility of survival.

Hell, I'm still around. And this is a public place, what do you monsters want to do?

His hair almost exploded, but he did not move away. Instead, he quickly took a step sideways and stood in front of Miss Valente. His pistol was already drawn and pointed in the direction of the fisherman.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Leviv."

The theater manager's unhurried voice came from the side:

"Under the gaze of the Yellow Seal, any behavior that disrupts the performance of the King in Yellow will be punished by the King in Yellow."

Um? Yellow seal?

Lynch subconsciously raised his head and looked at the strange mark hanging high at the door of the theater.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment the four fishermen climbed onto the last step of the theater, the strange mark suddenly emitted a dim light, which was still quite clear even under the crimson moonlight.

At this moment, Lynch seemed to be on a huge stage. The guests coming and going around him turned into countless strange lights and shadows, twisting and dancing around him, as if countless characters were performing their own lives on the stage.

Above the stage, in the diffuse red mist, a gaze penetrated the layers of fog, penetrated the boundary between fantasy and reality, enveloped the stage, and focused on the four fishermen.

"ah!"

Several screams in succession woke Lynch up from his momentary trance. Lynch quickly turned his eyes back to the fishermen and found that the four fishermen who had stepped on all the steps suddenly fell down with their heads in their hands, twitching on the ground. Twisting violently, he let out a shrill scream.

All four of them had red eyes, distorted faces, and blood vessels under their skin bulged like tree roots. Their white teeth protruded from their lips, and their teeth were covered with blood and saliva. It was scary to look at them.

The surrounding guests' faces turned pale and they all hid behind, fearing that they might be infected with some disease if they got too close. Several security personnel and people in blue uniforms under the square finally came around and quickly surrounded the four fishermen in the center.

There were a few bangs, and then the screams suddenly stopped.

Lin Qi, who was closest, could see clearly that the four fishermen's eyeballs suddenly burst out of their sockets, and dirty blood with visceral fragments spurted out from their mouths. The muscles on their faces were also distorted, and finally twisted like a fish head. generally.

vomit.

The strange scene almost made the unlucky security guards and police officers who approached almost vomit. They each covered their mouths and retched. It took them a long time to recover, and they endured both physical and psychological discomfort to put away the body. The guests' sight was blocked and they almost didn't see this exciting scene. After a while of whispering, they saw that the scene was under control. They thought it was just the fishermen who suddenly went crazy, so they ignored it and restored order to continue the previous entry. field.

Four powerful aliens suddenly died like this?

For a moment, Lynch had an unreal feeling, and he and Miss Valente looked blankly at the theater manager next to them.

At this time, the two noticed that the manager's hood had been lifted, and under the hood was a handsome middle-aged gentleman, but he was thin and pale, and looked eerie like a ghost.

The manager winked at the two mysteriously, and seeing that there were no more spectators nearby, he stretched out his hands and whispered in a slightly exaggerated aria tone: "The sinners who disturbed the King in Yellow from enjoying the performance must atone their sins with their lives and use their souls to perform an eternal performance in Night City. I hope their performance is wonderful enough to please the great King in Yellow and let them be freed from endless pain as soon as possible."

It's really weird!

Looking at the man's stage-like movements, Lynch and Miss Valente looked at each other and felt a little cold. However, the man's attitude seemed friendly, and with the black cat earl as a guarantor, Lynch calmed down and asked as calmly as possible: "Who are those four people?"

"Don't worry, they are just a few aliens from Innsmouth. The old ruler who sleeps in the deep sea and favors them happens to be a mortal enemy of the King in Yellow whom I serve. The war between us and them has lasted from the wild times to the present. They rarely come ashore, but recently, for some reason, many of them suddenly poured into the Rhine. I don't know what attracted them, and they can't be driven away."

Hmm? News in the newspaper?

Lynch suddenly remembered that he had read the newspaper to Mrs. Maggie the morning before yesterday. In the past few nights, someone always saw suspicious people who smelled like fishermen wandering on the shore near the pier.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that some people also saw these fishermen fighting with the 100-meter-long tentacles by the Land River.

Thinking of the first time he came here, he saw the tentacles vaguely exposed under the yellow robe of the manager. Lin Qi laughed dryly and asked, "One hundred meters?"

"Haha, it's not that long actually. Those fools are exaggerating." The handsome middle-aged man was not angry, but smiled, "Let's not talk about them. Mr. Hathaway mentioned yesterday that Mr. Lin Qi might come to visit. I have been waiting for a long time. I wonder if you two just want to watch the performance or have any questions?"

"We are here to learn some secret news about the nobles." Lin Qi stared at the other party's weird vertical pupils while speaking. Suddenly, he thought of Earl Hathaway's evaluation of him and the evil god behind him, so he didn't hide it. "Forget it, let's be frank. We are here for the flaming red lips."

The smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth gradually disappeared, and his expression showed no joy or anger. After a moment, he turned around and pointed to the theater with a smile.

"Please come in, we'll talk inside."

Hiss...

Looking at the mark hanging above his head and thinking about the corpse that had not been completely cleaned up, Lynch turned his gaze to Miss Valente beside him. The noble lady smiled calmly, and like other gentlemen and ladies entering the venue, she gently took Lynch's arm and expressed her attitude with practical actions.

Okay, then let's rush in.