[Unlimited Stream] Book of Horror

The four of them left Kerwin's study and entered Clause's study with their own thoughts.

Cloris's study, unlike Kerwin's, had no windows facing the sea.The only window in the entire room was still tightly covered by black velvet blackout curtains, as if to hide some shady secret.

Entering Klauris' study, Gu Yi'an turned on the light.The moment the bright light illuminated the entire room, the four of them were shocked, because the floor of Claurece's study was so densely scattered with messy papers that it was almost impossible to get down.

Some papers were crumpled as if they had been crumpled by someone, some papers were brand new with no words on them, some papers were densely written with some incomprehensible words, and some papers were written with a few words in red ink.

The scattered papers were stacked one on top of the other, densely packed like woven spider webs.Every piece of paper is silent, and every piece of paper is whispering.They are quiet and docile in front of the mistress, and after the mistress turns off the lights and leaves the study, whispering and laughing secretly in the dark without anyone, they all have a common secret.

Chu Yangbing bent down to pick up a piece of paper that was balled up and unfolded it. On the paper was written in delicate handwriting with a black ink pen.These words seem to be fragments of a novel, describing a series of strange events encountered by a ship heading out to sea.

The entire sheet of paper is densely covered with black characters, but the writer seems to be in an extremely unstable mood. The handwriting on the paper varies from light to heavy, and the ink from the pen is intermittent. It was filthy up there.

Cheng Jianyuan and Gu Yi'an on the side both picked up the papers on the ground and looked at them individually. Lu Feishen picked up a piece of paper with red ink on it and said, "The red ink is written by Kerwin, and the black ink is written by Clauris. Yes, Clauris is plagiarizing Kerwin's manuscript."

"Let's pick up all the papers with red ink and gather them to see if there are any clues." Gu Yi'an suggested.

The other three nodded in agreement. Since there were words written by Kerwin on the paper on the ground, it was hard to guarantee that there would be no clues about his experience.They must learn more about Kerwin, so that they can understand the ins and outs of the story, and find a way to escape when Cthulhu recovers.

The four moved separately, rummaging through the pile of paper on the ground to find the paper with red ink on it.The four of them worked together in a division of labor, but they still spent a lot of time in order to make sure that no piece of paper was missed, and finally found a large stack.

Several people looked through it in turn. Most of the paper with Kerwin's handwriting on it contained some sentences with unclear meanings.

[What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. ]

[Abominations await dreams in the abyss, and decay spreads across the crumbling cities of Man. ]

[The unknown sunset city may not have what he is looking for at all, and it may be the best choice to leave that city in a gorgeous dream that seems to be forgotten but not forgotten. ]

[It is not the dead that sleep forever, for in the long and strange time death has its end. ]

Lu Feishen said: "Although the sentences in these papers are scattered, it can be roughly seen that they were written by Kerwin in a state of ecstasy after receiving Cthulhu's call."

Gu Yi'an responded to Lu Feishen's words and said, "And those manuscripts written in black are Claire's sorting out Kerwin's chaotic words, coherently writing them into a novel."

Chu Yangbing looked at the discarded manuscripts scattered all around, and said, "But it seems that Clauris' creation is not going well."

"Creation?" Gu Yi'an sneered, and said, "Take other people's sentences and inspirations and organize them into your own articles, but sign your own name, what a shitty creation!"

Lu Feichen also had a sarcastic expression on his face, and he put the large stack of Kerwin's handwritten papers on the desk.

But it was this behavior that triggered the hallucination again, and this time the hallucination was seen collectively by the four of them.

The four of them felt that their eyes went dark, and when they opened their eyes, they found that they were standing in a slightly tidy study room. The phantom of Claus was sitting behind the desk, writing nervously with a pen.

Anxiety and jealousy were evident on her face. After she finished writing a piece of paper, she happily picked it up and read it over and over again. The next moment, the expression on her face suddenly became more anxious. She stretched out her hand and threw the paper into a ball. Under the table, sit behind the table.

"Why... why why why why!" Claire murmured to herself in a low voice, then suddenly raised her hand and threw the pen out, black ink splashed out, gradually staining the waste paper on the ground.

Clauris really doesn't understand, why can't she write an article like Kerwin's?Why isn't she as gifted as Kerwin?Kerwin is nothing but a lunatic, what can he do?Why isn't she gifted like that?Why not her?

Klauris is actually very clear that there is a certain connection between her brother Kerr and some kind of existence, and she was once glad that she was not the one chosen.

Look at Kerwin, her brother, he's a god-given beauty and a natural talent, but he's just a crazy, buzzing, whispering lunatic now.He has no way to communicate with ordinary people, and often sits alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.He would self-mutilate, and he would write obscenities in the books he had read.

Once upon a time, she was so envious of her brother.Envious of his beauty, envious of his talent, this kind of envy slowly rotted in her heart for a long time and turned into a puddle of stinky water, making her sick all the time.She kept a poisonous snake in her chest, and her heart was eroded by the snake's venom day and night.

When Kerwin went crazy, compared to the horror of a madman, what came to her heart was the ecstasy that made her feel terrible!Her brother, that poor man who was unfortunately chosen by the evil god, his originally glorious life was easily ruined like this.

After moving to this villa, Clauris looked at Kerwin who was getting thinner and often made incomprehensible voices, watched him being tied to the bed by a mute servant to restrain his self-harm, and watched him eat Not swallowing, not sleeping at night, the ecstasy gradually turned into an almost arrogant pity.

How pitiful, this was chosen by the evil god, her brother.

Claus told every resident in this small town that she had a crazy brother. Those people easily believed a girl's words, and then expressed sympathy for her, and at the same time showed their rejection and disgust for a crazy man.This small town is not big, and she doesn't need much effort. After a while, the whole town knows that her brother is a lunatic!

The poisonous snake in Klauris's heart is showing off its power, but the foul-smelling sewage in her heart is always rotting and fermenting, and it can never be clarified.

But Clauris' arrogance and pity did not last long, and I don't know whether it was accidental or inevitable. Clauris accidentally picked up some manuscripts written by Kerwin when he was in a daze.It described a different city that existed from ancient times under the sea, and described the family members of the old rulers all over the world.

The Shantaks of Leng are their possessions, and the goblins who dwell in the primordial caves of Zain regard them as rulers.They created the night-gaunts that roamed the night, the great Cthulhu was their kin, and the shoggoths were their servants.The phagocytic worms salute them in the nether valleys of Nath, and the gugs praise them from beneath the ancient high mountains of Torok. [1]

Those mysterious, abnormal, terrifying, but perhaps true facts are hidden in the ecstatic words left by a madman.

Reading those for the first time, Claus trembled holding the papers.

This is not something humans can imagine, this is the whisper of the evil god in Kerwin's ear day and night.

Claus was terrified, but the poisonous snake in her chest bit her heart again.Clauris didn't know what happened to herself, she sorted out the manuscript written by Kerwin almost by accident and sent it to the publishing house.

But unexpectedly, the editor of the publishing house, Burton, sent a letter specially for her, in which he warmly praised those manuscripts.It is said to be "the testimony of the genius and the resonance of the gods", and it is "a poetic hymn to the world".

The poison called jealousy was flowing in her blood, flowing from the heart to the fingertips, changing her limbs!

Klauris didn't expect that even if Kerwin went crazy, his talent would not be annihilated, but would become more dazzling because of the communication with the old god.

From the moment she received Burton's letter, there was no turning back for Cloris.She began to keep taking away the manuscripts written by Kerwin, concatenating them and sending them to the publishing house in exchange for the name of a world-renowned writer.Anyway, besides her, there is only one dumb servant, Ralph, in the villa. Ralph can't speak, what can't he say, what is she afraid of?

As for Kerwin, not to mention whether the crazy Kerwin would have the consciousness to expose her, but even if he did, who would listen to a lunatic?The world would only think that he was talking crazy, that he was jealous of his genius sister.

But what about the facts?Klauris herself could smell the rancid water in her body!

Klauris also tried to send her original manuscript to the publishing house, but was rejected every time. She hated her mediocrity and envied Kerwin's talent.For the stack of Kerwin's manuscripts on the desk, Claures loathes, envies, but can't help relying on.

Clarice stared at the pile of manuscripts, and finally couldn't help but yelled hysterically and swept them all to the ground.The phantom of Claire sat on the chair for a while, staring blankly at the manuscripts, and then rolled to the ground like crazy, sitting among the piles of waste papers and looking for Kerwin's manuscripts, for fear of missing one sheet.

She grew up with these crazy manuscripts that sucked her life and her soul, she couldn't live without them, she couldn't live without them!She had become a puppet of these manuscripts without knowing it!

She knew that she was rotting, she was rotting from the inside out, the snake devoured her heart, and she was slowly rotting until only this layer of skin was left, which was full of foul-smelling thoughts!

Has anyone noticed that... my brother is actually... not that simple...

Forgot, the sentences in [] and [1] in the text are from Lovecraft,