Yokohama Survival Guide

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Clutching the old booklet, you lost your mood for wandering, and returned to the hotel silently.

In the dead of night, after washing, you turn on the bedside lamp and turn to the story in boredom——

"The Mystery of Gilmore Mansion" is not so much a supernatural story as it is a mystery novel dressed in the skin of ghosts.In the story, the protagonists are a group of investigators who are invited by old friend Willard Barlow to his Gilmore mansion.Something terrible happened in this villa on the outskirts of the small town of Dartmouth, and by the time the investigators noticed something was wrong, it seemed too late...【Note [-]】

The story is not long, and it barely fits into fifteen pages.What follows are all kinds of news that the author fabricated based on the story: for example, the famous

The news of the death of Professor Willard Barlow, Brewer's paper on "shared perception" published in "Neropsychology", a card with Taurus drawn, strange symbols of suspicious colors... Because the news posters put up by the other party are too realistic, you I googled it out of curiosity, and it turned out that: first of all, there is no such place as Dartmouth in this world, and the author just proposed the dead city of Innsmouth; People, but this doctor has been out of the public eye since he experienced a car accident, and there is no saying that he settled in Innsmouth; finally, the author of the study of empathy is not Brewer, and it can be traced back to World War II Nazi Germany...

"...Although it's all fake, it's quite interesting, this kind of fictional novel." Turning to the last page, you are stunned by the detailed appendix, smacking your lips, "Why didn't it be published, the story is obviously very exciting ...Especially the ending of the final annihilation, there is a sense of fate that makes people feel chills in the back."

Yes, although the author is unknown, his writing skills are considerable.Under his pen, each character's reaction is vivid and touches people's hearts as if pouring into the soul.When you read it in one breath, you just feel as if you drank three bowls of ice water in the winter—it’s so refreshing!

Especially when the investigators found out in despair that Professor Barlow was no longer the same Professor Barlow, the chill oozing from his bones even made you sympathize with hissing!

"Pearl is secretly cast, but you can look for it to see if there are other works by this guy."

You flicked the cover of the book with your fingers, and you turned it in the direction of the bedside table, ready to fall asleep.

I don't know if it's too old, but with a flick, one of the pages fell tremblingly, and it just landed next to your pillow.There are suspicious mildew spots on the brittle yellow paper, dark brown suspected blood splatters all around, and in the center, three yellow question mark-like patterns are arranged in three equal parts with the center as the axis - this is exactly what you saw just now" "Yellow Seal" is also the core source of horror in the story.

Roy's gloomy greeting is also a parody of the famous line of the pagan in the story:

"Have everyyousentheyellowsign?"

The coincidence is also really interesting.

"...It seems that there is a good relationship, so may the great Master Hastur bless me."

You smiled, stuffed the piece of paper into the wallet compartment on the bedside table, and fell asleep without thinking much.

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This is a familiar dream.

Like sinking into the deep sea, you are floating between the unknown darkness and deep blue, your limbs are suspended like seaweed but twisted into strange postures; and this time, there is a voice reminding you that this is not the deep sea—it is darkness The boundless void is a universe beyond the reach of human beings.Here, time and space have lost their true meaning. When the light is deprived of the deepest part of the sea of ​​the universe, sound, light, shadow... no perceptual information can be truly transmitted; only concepts that transcend consciousness, It speaks of the ubiquitous sense of being watched.That is the unknowable existence that is destined to rule all things, the indescribable old master who is eternal and eternal! 【Note [-]】

How small are you compared to the huge star cluster?How small is the world in human cognition?

Regions belong to countries, and countries have never been separated from Mother Earth.However, in the sea of ​​stars, the solar system outside the concept is just a tiny drop orbiting the Pleiades star cluster.

In the contrast between extremely large and extremely small, any unit of measurement loses its value, and the kind of loneliness and depression that destroys the mind climbs to the peak, and you come to the edge of the boundary gate, and you can gaze at something that transcends reality——

[Beep beep—beep beep——]

What wakes you up is the urgent ringtone reminder.

You have a splitting headache, nausea and dizziness meet unexpectedly, and the mere act of reaching out to touch the bedside table makes you short of breath, your heart beats faster, and your eardrums rumble.

You fumbled carelessly at the head of the bed, and you didn't heave a sigh of relief until you crossed out the urging bell.

The sharp ringtone is comparable to a pile driver, hitting your eardrums hard, forcing your brain nerves to jump into a manic samba dance, urging people to be irritable and crazy.

And the next second, the phone fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, and you realized belatedly that it is already three o'clock in the afternoon!Last night, you set this alarm clock to remind yourself to contact Zhongye to confirm the dinner arrangement in advance; from the beginning to the end, you never thought that you could sleep so late in one night? !

"...No... I'm going to wake up..." You struggled to push the quilt away, and propped up your body with your elbows, "...It's because I slept too late... Strange... It wasn't so uncomfortable to stay up late before..."

This unusual sense of discomfort is enough to arouse your vigilance, but recalling yesterday, you can't tell where you were tricked—in fact, if the enemy really did it, how could you stay alive until this morning?

"...But it's so weird...It hurts..."

Standing up slowly from the bed, you bent down to pick up the phone, endured the nausea and switched to the line interface.

2020/07/14Sunday

[Today is also a day of confusion]: How is the work progressing?Dinner together? 15:05

After sending the message, you hastily put on your underwear and pushed open the door.But halfway through, you found that you forgot your wallet and turned back in a hurry.With such a delay, I just missed the last elevator.

Picking up a cigarette impatiently, you didn't light it, but bit it fiercely in your mouth.

Staring straight at the elevator panel, you start to pace back and forth in the small space with agitation.

【6-3-1-1-5-6-7】

The orange numbers are blinking and changing, and with each beep, your boredom will increase.

Finally, when the number jumps to 7, the metal gate finally separates slowly before your eyes.

Long before the joy of being able to go downstairs, the first thing that reaches your nostrils is the familiar, strong and foul-smelling fishy smell.

You didn't have time to pay attention to other things, and the tumbling nausea climbed all the way from your stomach to your Adam's apple——you suddenly rushed to the trash can next to the elevator door, and you swung the metal top cover with a little soot to the side, and then It's overwhelming vomiting!

vomit!vomit!vomit! ! !

Tears and snot gushed out together, your eyes were black and black, your knees were sore and you fell to the ground, helplessly hugging the garbage head and vomiting madly.In a hurry, the mobile phone, wallet and room card that had been in the trouser pocket before were scattered all over the floor.

Now, the small space is full of mess:

Soot and cigarette butts fell all over the floor, and the air was filled with the sour smell of vomit.

At this moment, a gentle voice and a clean handkerchief came in at the same time.You looked up with tears in your eyes, and found a familiar figure:

It was Mr. Zane.

The old man had a kind face, he bent down slightly, and handed his handkerchief to you with one hand.

"Young man, what's the matter? Wipe it off quickly."

"...Ouch...Thank you...Ouch..." You reluctantly took the handkerchief, and the unstoppable nausea finally slowed down a little after waves of vomiting. "...Maybe... eat bad..."

Hastily interrupting you, Mr. Zane shook his head in concern: "Stop talking, do you need me to help you to the front desk?"

Strange to say, it was obvious that he vomited at first because of the stench on the opponent's body.

But you just vomited, and all the discomfort disappeared without a trace. You actually became healthier, and even your headache healed without medicine? !

"Hmm, no need, thank you." After you stopped vomiting, you smiled wryly and wiped your embarrassed face with a handkerchief, "It seems to be better if you spit it out, I can go by myself."

Mr. Zane bent down and picked up the things that fell on the ground one by one.

"...That's good, be careful on the road."

As he said that, he turned his head, smiled and stuffed things to you, his blue eyes reflected your distorted appearance,

"I'm unwell, be careful on the road."

"Thank you, I see." You thanked with a forced smile.

Just as the elevator came back here, you simply hurried in.During this process, the old man kept staring at you until the elevator doors closed, and he didn't even look away suspiciously.

"...It's embarrassing, I have to contact the cleaning staff at the front desk later."

Leaning against the cold elevator wall, you wiped the cold sweat off your head with the back of your hand. The vomit-stained handkerchief is absolutely useless—you plan to buy a new handkerchief according to the pattern and return it to Mr. Zane.

The elevator is so fast that you arrive at the first floor before you have time to think about it.

As soon as the door opens, you rush to the front desk.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel well. Is there any medicine for water and soil services?"

Saying this, you hurriedly put the room card on the table and pushed it forward, and added embarrassingly,

"Just now in the elevator room on the seventh floor, I couldn't hold back my discomfort and soiled the floor. Please also contact the cleaning staff to clean it. If you need to pay an extra fee, you can write it down first..."

[Beep—beep——]

Unprepared, the phone you held in your right hand rang loudly.

Facing the staff's understanding smile, you shrugged helplessly and clicked the answer button——

"—Which room do you live in? I'm at the door!"

Duet-like voices sounded from the receiver and the door respectively, and Chuya's familiar voice and loud voice collided with you unexpectedly.

"Hey, it's a surprise! J, hurry up and tell me, or just come down. I ordered a super famous restaurant for dinner!"

"...Zhongye?"

You hesitated and turned your head, maintaining the posture of answering the phone,

"You so early?"

"Huh? You're actually down there!"

The orange-haired young man was wearing a Hawaiian-style floral shirt, and his hair was pulled back casually.The hat he usually wears is probably stuffed into the suitcase by him, and only a pair of fashionable sunglasses are stuck on his head.

After seeing your figure again, his eyes lit up and he walked quickly.

But as he got closer, his brows were deeply locked, and strong doubts rose in his eyes.When you were face to face, the small young man reached out his hand unceremoniously, grabbed your neckline and pulled you down.

Looking at it at a very close distance, the man clicked his tongue, and then said angrily:

"Hey! What's wrong with you guy? You made such a ghost after not seeing you for two days?!"

"...No, it just hurts your stomach." You somehow felt a little guilty, and explained with wandering eyes, "Isn't this just to get the medicine, Chuya. Please don't be angry, I didn't mean it either. "

"...The big meal is gone, you can honestly have porridge tonight."

Regarding your explanation, the orange-haired youth didn't believe it at all.He sneered, let go of your hand and ignored you, took a step forward, and started making arrangements for the front desk,

"Please send porridge for two to this guy's room, and help me check in. Oh, by the way, please upgrade the previous suite to..."

Among the scattered trivialities, the journey for two begins with recuperation...

The author has something to say:

I am a late talker, I worked hard to finish it later, my friends.

The scripts agreed yesterday are "The Curse of the Yellow Seal Chapter 2: Summoning the King" and "A Study of Yellow Characters".The references in this chapter are of course derived from a large number of Internet materials. About Hasta, after all, I have not been able to create a running group. The story is the fusion of the first two running groups. It is recommended!

Yesterday's week number was wrong, it should be Friday and Saturday, alas, I will change it tomorrow morning~~~ Sorry, I pasted it from the outline when I was in a hurry, and the day was distorted by one day.

今天一问：赞恩发现了什么？解锁了么小伙伴们，或者说赞恩的目的！感谢在2020-06-1321:14:14~2020-06-1423:31:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 spoon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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