In the darkness of the night, the dogs' barking became more and more hurried, and the men's shouting and cursing got closer.
Gu Jun had just finished 2 fried eggs and a piece of bread. He had not even gotten any information about Arkham and Innsmouth when these b * stards arrived. Gu Jun was enraged. He asked, "Mr. Joyce, do you have a gun here?"
"What?" Mr. Joyce was startled. He did not expect Chen Ge to be so stubborn but now was not the time for that. "They have the advantage in numbers! Furthermore, young man, if we start a fight here and someone gets hurt, things will get out of hand. You won't be able to walk out of this town alive. "
"Is there any way to call the police?" Even though Gu Jun knew that was not going to happen, he did not expect that.
"I don't have a phone here!" Mr. Joyce said anxiously. "Even if the police come, do you think they will help a foreigner like you? Don't be silly, they will only help the people outside make up excuses to kill you. Quick, come with me, you need to hide in the basement first. "
"Do they know you have a basement?" Gu Jun asked with a frown. He grabbed his backpack and followed the old man to the stairs inside the house.
"I will not let them search this place!" Mr. Joyce said anxiously as he pulled open the basement door.
"No …" Gu Jun shook his head. A place like the basement was not a place that could be easily accessed. "I think I'll go hide in the forest outside the house."
"There are dogs outside!" The old man said agitatedly but he knew he was not going to convince Chen Ge. "Forget it, you need to go to the second floor and hide yourself. Be smart."
The second floor was fine, so Gu Jun hurried up the wooden stairs. But he only took a few steps before he turned back to stop Mr. Joyce, who was about to leave the room. "The kitchen is over there! There are two plates. " The old man understood. He hurried back to the kitchen to clean up. At the same time, the group of people outside the house arrived.
"Mr. Joyce, bring that heretic out here!"
"You won't be able to hide today!"
They were yelling and swearing. When the old man was done cleaning up, he walked to the door and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Who the f * ck is making so much noise!"
On the other side, Gu Jun went to the second floor of the house. It was dark, so he didn't turn on the lights.
It was still a simple and old environment. There was a living room, a corridor, and three rooms. He walked softly, looking around for a place to hide, and keeping an eye on the commotion outside. Mr. Joyce insisted that he had brought no one back, and when the men tried to search the house, the old man yelled at them to get out of the house and shoot them if they tried to break in.
At this time, Gu Jun looked at some photo frames and picture frames on the corridor wall.
That was probably a family photo. It was a photo of the younger Mr. Joyce, a middle-aged woman, and a young man. At that time, they were still a happy family. The paintings were oil paintings of farm landscapes. Nobody knew who had painted them or if they had been bought.
Suddenly, Gu Jun's vision blurred, and his head felt a splitting pain. It was that strange feeling again …
'This transmigration power … looks like it's about to be activated again …'
His headache worsened, much worse than before. Perhaps it was because he did not want to leave, but his mind and emotions clashed and his body felt stiff.
'No, I don't want to leave yet.' Gu Jun tried to control himself. He still had no idea what was going on. It was like he was sitting on a bus that was heading towards an unknown destination. What if he was transported back to the wasteland after a nuclear explosion? Or the Arctic or the South Pole? That would be a hundred times worse than his current situation …
Arkham, Innsmouth, he had not visited these two places that did not exist in his home world. He had no idea if he would ever return.
And Old Man Joyce, this matter wasn't over yet …
The argument outside the house grew louder. Mr. Joyce managed to chase the men away with a few words. They insisted that there was a heretic hiding in the house. One of the men cursed, "Old Joyce, the rumor is true, right? What kind of deal did you have with the people from Innsmouth to kill your son and wife? You sold them to the demon!"
"How dare you!" Mr. Joyce was enraged. His voice was shaking. "You son of a b * tch, how dare you …"
"Old man, I'm sorry, but we have to do this for the sake of this town!"
There was the sound of fighting. The old man's screams and the barking of the dogs were chaotic. But soon, the old man only gasped for air as he swore that he would slaughter them. Obviously, he was being held down by someone. With a bang, the door was kicked open. Some people rushed in. "You guys go over there, we'll go upstairs to take a look!"
F * ck … why does it have to be now …
Gu Jun felt like he was losing control of his body. Every muscle in his body tensed and convulsed.
The wooden stairs creaked noisily. The stench of the men's sweat drifted into the air. They were cursing and swearing.
"Heretic, demon, come out!"
"You can't hide. This is not Innsmouth. There is no place for blasphemers like you!"
Gu Jun's head was splitting. It was like that at the wasteland and it was the same here. It was as if wherever he went, there was only chaos and death …
Suddenly, he saw the split cross again. It appeared on a landscape painting on the wall. It glowed. It was also at this time that he could no longer support himself and fell forward, bumping into the picture frames and photo frames.
The moment the men walked out from the staircase, Gu Jun was pulled into the painting by some kind of force.
Bang, the picture frame fell to the ground, and the light had already disappeared.
"He's here, he's here!"
"Old man, how dare you say there's no one hiding in your house!"
The men hurriedly chased after the commotion and rushed down the corridor. They searched all three rooms, then the second floor, the first floor, and the basement. Finally, they searched the small farm, but they did not find a single Asian. They could not find a single person, not even a single weird thing.
This group of short, fat, and burly men looked at each other. Their hounds shouldn't be able to track the wrong person …
Mr. Joyce was also confused. Where did the man go? Did he jump down from the second floor and hide in the forest behind it? But there was no trace of him.
Even though he was confused, the old man pretended to be confident. He had probably hidden himself well. "I've told you, there's no one hiding in my house! You bastards, how dare you come to my house, beat my dogs, search my house, and accuse me of having a relationship with a heretic! You bastards! "
The group scratched their heads awkwardly. They could only vent their anger on the hunting dogs. How did they end up at poor old Joyce's place?
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