[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

With a large plate of fruit in front of her, a thick cushion leaning against her waist, and a cup of Pu'er tea in her hand, Tang Nana fell into deep thought.

In the current situation, even if she said that she was kidnapped, no one would believe her at all. She was offered such delicious food, and she was not tied up or hurt her. It's just that the group of believers in green robes did not believe her. Without saying a word, she didn't answer any questions, as if she remained silent to the end.

Is she still in the lighthouse country?Why did you catch her here?Why can't the coin sense other old gods?Peter, are they going to worry about themselves?And why is there such an authentic Pu'er tea?

Full of questions, full of slots, the reality is too magical.

She is not free either, her mobile phone is confiscated, and wherever she goes, a little loli who looks only seven or eight years old follows her, while Cthulhu sits on a chair beside her, looking at her with round eyes all the time. In terms of his round head and brain, he is really cute.

But it's incredible to be able to associate the words Cthulhu and cute.

"Little sister, can you tell my sister where this is?"

Really unable to hold back, Don Nana gave up communicating with Cthulhu, and turned to ask that little loli.

The skin on her petite face was like snow, with a pair of big watery eyes. Little Loli blinked her eyes, looked at Cthulhu, and then at Don Nana who was trying to smile more gently.

"Innsmouth."

The soft and waxy child's voice spoke out a place name.

"Innsmouth?"

She frowned and repeated it, feeling that she had seen this place name somewhere.

"Thank you for telling my sister, what's your name?"

Finally, she had a breakthrough, she bent down and looked at the little Lolita and continued to get close.

"Nina, my name is Nina."

"Nina, do you know why my sister was brought here?"

"Because... because you are a saint."

Nina tilted her head and said, curling her brown hair with her index finger, looking extremely innocent, as if she was saying something that should be said.

"Saint?!"

Five thunders struck the top, Don Nana looked aggressively at Cthulhu.

"Let's talk about it. Why did you bring me here? If you can't reach me, my family and friends will be worried. We can talk about anything. Can you give me back my mobile phone first?"

Discussing with Cthulhu in a good voice, she felt that he was not malicious to her, and she became more courageous.

"[email protected]#*[email protected]#&."

Still a series of mysterious sounds, Cthulhu floated up and moved freely in the air as if in water. The tentacles opened and closed and quickly slid in front of her.

"Sorry, I really don't understand what you're saying..."

With a headache on her forehead, Don Nana needs a translator.

She remembered that she had understood the meaning of Hastur, why couldn't she understand it at all now?

Hearing this, Cthulhu reached out to the fruit plate with two tentacles, and picked up a green grape and a yellow longan. The suction cups on the tentacles rolled up two fruits of similar size and placed them in front of Don Nana, as if performing a small theater Move up and down the same way.

In the end, the grapes were lifted high, and the longan was thrown out fiercely. The speed was so fast that the shells of the fruit shattered and the juice overflowed in an instant when it hit the stone wall beside it.

After being confused for a second, she opened her eyes and asked tentatively, "The grape is you, and the longan is... Hastur?"

Cthulhu was very happy that Don Nana understood what he meant, and held the grapes in a circle, the round head nodded, and then another tentacle attack stabbed at the longan in the corner.

To even flog the corpse, this is a great hatred and resentment.

Don Nana looked dumbfounded, the seemingly short and soft tentacles could extend infinitely, like an awl directly pierced Longan.

She already knows that Cthulhu and Hasta have a deep hatred, but she can't help him kill Hasta. What does the kindness and resentment between you have to do with her Donna?

Seeing that she was silent, Cthulhu handed the grapes in front of her. Donna stretched out her hand to take the grapes that were still stained with mucus. Looking at this little octopus with wings, she seemed to be in a good mood Moving in front of the stone statue, the figure gradually disappeared.

Hurrying to throw the slippery grape on the table to wipe her hands, Don Nana turned to look at Nina: "I want to go out for a stroll."

Nina told Don Nana to wait a while, and started to look for someone with her calf.

Soon, accompanied by four people, including Nina, she finally went out smoothly.

Innsmouth is a port town that relies on fishing for its livelihood. The sea breeze can't blow away the fishy smell from the streets of the town. Although smelling this smell for a long time made Donna's nose a little numb, But she still couldn't help but want to hold her breath.

From the facilities and houses in the town, it can be seen that the town is not rich, and it can even be called backward.

There are many buildings that seem to be in disrepair, and some of them are a little crooked in her opinion, as if the wind will fall down if the wind is stronger.

They took Don Nana across the town's main road to a relatively open central square.

There were many people gathered in the square, and the residents were yelling about something.

She gave the 'bodyguards' around her a look that she wanted to see. She walked towards the crowd, and as soon as she got closer, she heard a voice that was different from the sharp pronunciation of the residents. The man's voice was full of magnetism. He speaks a fluent English accent.

Don Nana was too short, and she couldn't see clearly what was going on inside when she was blocked from the outside. When she was trying to find out on tiptoe, the residents who were blocking the way consciously moved out of the way after noticing her. He looked at her with complicated eyes.

The originally noisy scene suddenly quieted down, and it was only then that she realized that these residents had an indescribably strange appearance, like frogs...the eyeballs were big and protruding, and the distance between the eyes was also very large.

This made her feel physical discomfort, and she couldn't help but took half a step back.

"Very good, it seems that a normal person finally came."

Surrounded by the crowd were two men who were tied together, and one of the men with natural curly hair sat on the ground facing her and said.

The first time Donna saw him, she almost blurted out the word 'Doctor Strange', but she knew that they were definitely not the same person, but they were exactly the same in appearance.

"Hey! Miss, can you tell them for us that we didn't kill people, and he is a detective, and I am his assistant. Don't look at him like this, he is a very good detective!"

Trapped behind the curly-haired man, another man turned his head hard and begged her for help.

"John, what makes me look like this? Obviously this lady is also a stranger, but... she should really be able to help us."

The curly-haired man showed a half-hearted smile at Don Nana as he spoke, and signaled her to think of a way with his eyes.

Do you have such an attitude of asking for help with confidence?

"Can I ask what happened?"

Don Nana raised a polite smile and looked at the surrounding residents.

"These two strangers came to town yesterday. They lived in the hotel owned by Old Hansen. Little Eric found Old Hansen dead at the front desk of the hotel this morning. They were the only two people staying in the hotel yesterday. It must be They killed old Hansen!"

A burly man explained while holding a harpoon in his hand, his eyes were so round and wide that Donna felt terrified.

"Is there any evidence to prove that they are the murderers? If there is no evidence, what if someone deliberately wanted to plant them on them? If you make a conclusion like this, if the murderer is at large, wouldn't Old Hansen die with peace?"

Three consecutive questions reduced the momentum of the residents by half. She thought that although she believed in the old gods, she was still a relatively simple town resident, so she continued her efforts: "Since he said he was a detective, let him prove it." Your own innocence?"

The residents backed down after a while of whispering: "So...how long do you say you're going to give them?"

"Hmph, give me twelve cases of this level...not four hours is enough."

The curly-haired man said disdainfully, even though he was tightly bound and sat on the ground full of wolves, he still didn't appear anxious.

The residents whispered again, and finally an old man who looked relatively prestigious stood up.

"Then we will give you four hours. If you cannot prove your innocence by then, we will sacrifice you to our Father God."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and immediately two residents stepped forward to untie the ropes that bound them, and the residents also dispersed.

"Why are you looking at me so angry? Shouldn't you be happy? Now that I'm out, it means we'll be safe."

While rubbing his tied red wrists, the curly-haired man looked puzzled at the man he had called John earlier.

"You still ask me why?! Sherlock!! Couldn't you say a few words less at that time just now? Wouldn't it be better to have more time? Four hours?! What if you can't solve the case? Can't you stop showing off your brain?"

John seemed to have suppressed it for a long time, and now he finally got the chance to yell at Sherlock a series of times. His whole face was a little flushed. Although the volume was not small, his tone was actually not offensive.

"Okay, okay, calm down John..." Sherlock tried to calm John down with his palms out on his chest, Sherlock dismissed his complaints, "I'm very confident, and I'm not going to joke around with your life ?"

"Oh... then... okay, sorry, I was a little too anxious just now."

Sherlock looked at Tang Nana who was dumbfounded by his smooth hair skills.

She said right away, "Well... I'm sorry, I heard you say Sherlock... Are you Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson?"

"I'm already so famous?"

Sherlock looked back at John when he heard the words, and the latter replied with an expression of 'I don't know either'.

John was still relatively good at socializing. He took a step forward: "Hello, thank you very much for your help just now. Yes, I am John Watson, and he is Sherlock Holmes."

really!

"I have known you for a long time! Our professor even mentioned the blog written by Mr. Watson in class. Every case is very interesting! I am also your fan! Ah, by the way, my name is Don Nana."

After speaking, Don Nana realized that the two of them should be British. Could it be that this is not the lighthouse country anymore?

But the accents of those residents don't sound like British accents...

"Miss Tang, you were kidnapped here, right?"

"Eh?"

She didn't expect to be pointed out so bluntly, she looked back at the four green robes and Nina who were waiting not far away with some scruples, and saw that they didn't notice anything strange but just stared at her like a surveillance probe After being relieved, she lowered her voice and asked:

"How did you know?"

"Because this is Innsmouth, the Father God mentioned by the man just now refers to Dagon, the servant of Cthulhu..."

Sherlock gave a confident smile, his wise eyes fell on Donna's face.

"And you are the famous Cthulhu Summoner in the recent Avengers, right?"

"Huh?" "Huh?"

John and Donna let out short exclamations at the same time.

"That's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

Sherlock shrugged, looked up and down Donna with interest, and then said expectantly: "So can you summon Cthulhu to let me meet? I have never believed in ghost art, or some ...uh...anything unexplainable, but it does seem like there are phenomena and beings that science can't explain, and I'm interested in that."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands in the pockets of his coat regardless of Donna's reaction, bent his upper body down, and a half-hearted smile appeared on his elongated face again.