Thud thud thud. The books fell to the ground and the shelves were empty.
Gu Jun looked behind the bookshelf. It should have been a wall, but what he saw appeared to be another space. It was twisted, viscous, and strange. There were many different substances, but only some of them could be understood. Just as his mind wandered, he heard a gasp, "What are you doing?"
In an instant, everything was corrected.
Gu Jun was already standing beside the bookshelf. The scattered books had returned to the shelf.
"Prof Armitage." Hannah did not think much of Gu Jun's action. She turned to look at a figure walking towards them.
It was the library's curator, Prof George Armitage. He had a doctorate in history from Miskatonic University, literature from Cambridge University and linguistics from Princeton University. His usually calm and composed face was now filled with panic, and his footsteps were also rather disorderly.
Gu Jun studied the old man. His hair was half white, his face was wrinkled and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"Jim." Prof Armitage knew who Jim Mazurewicz was. "Don't do that again."
"Prof, you've read the King in Yellow?" Gu Jun asked. "You've gone mad but you've also come to your senses."
Prof Armitage sighed. "Come with me."
Gu Jun and Hannah followed. Prof Armitage headed to the 3rd floor. The students around them were still studying quietly.
Even though these people would not hear them and even if they did, they would have no memory of it due to the subsequent corrections. However, Prof Armitage maintained his silence. He did not speak along the way. His footsteps were light. It did not take long for them to reach the 3rd floor. There was no correction.
Gu Jun and Hannah had tried it before. If the location and scenario were different from the script, it would be corrected.
However, the lines that they said could be said by themselves, and they could remember it.
Now, the scenario was obviously them following Prof Armitage to the 3rd floor.
As long as they stayed in the scenario, it would not be corrected.
After reaching the third floor, the surroundings became even quieter. There were very few students on this floor. Prof Armitage led them to his curator's office. The place had an antique feel to it. The furniture, utensils and decorations were all in the style of the past. If not for the air conditioner and computers, it would be more accurate to call it the 19th century.
The doctor poured out a cup of tea for each of them, and one for himself.
"Jem, Hannah, I don't know if I'm real or projected or what."
Prof Armitage took a sip of his tea. "Before this, I always thought those were just legends."
"Professor, since you understand the situation." Gu Jun said, "Can I take a look at the King in Yellow? I might be able to find some clues. "
"Don't worry, I don't think the King in Yellow is the key." Prof Armitage said, "A few days ago, I didn't notice it at all. But now, when I tried to recall some specific things about myself, they were only vague and blank. I did understand. This was another dimension, another space, and we were the people in the play, under the control of a greater power. But I still remember one thing. Everything about dimensions and space is related to it. "
Gu Jun listened patiently, trying to determine the authenticity of the doctor's words.
Hannah, who was beside him, was much more patient. She seemed to have poured the tea.
"My grandfather, Henry Armitage." The doctor continued, the wrinkles on his forehead creased deeply. "At the time, he wasn't the curator yet, he was just a librarian. That was more than a hundred years ago. One day, a strange young man came to the library. He wore tattered clothes, he was very tall and had a face like a goat's. He came from the nearby town of Dunwich. His name was Wilbur Whatley. "
The doctor spoke calmly but there was a trace of anxiety in his voice.
"Wilbur Whatley came with an ancient book, 'The Book of the Dead,' written by the Mad Arab Abdallah al-Hasad. Wilbur said that it had been given to him by his grandfather, and that it was an English translation. He had come to borrow a copy of the Latin translation of 'The Book of the Dead,' which was in the library, and to compare the contents, hoping to find a passage missing from one of the pages of his translation."
Gu Jun's heart skipped a beat, Necronomicon?
The first time he heard of this book was from Xue Ba. The cultists from Afterlife Cult even used one of the sentences from the book to confuse them.
In the Phecda World, Necronomicon was also an ancient book written by the Mad Arab Abdallah. However, that was just an old legend, no one had ever found it.
Only some scattered sentences that claimed to be the contents of the book were passed down.
After gaining access to the book, Gu Jun read all the sentences through Phecda's database. There was no hint of dark energy, there were sayings, strange words of madness and even some prayers of unknown rituals. However, none of them proved useful after the Spell Department studied them.
Now that Gu Jun heard about the Necronomicon, he realized there were many translations. So it was in the Massachusetts world …
Prof Armitage added that his grandfather did not agree to let Wilbur Whatley take the Necronomicon with him due to his concern for Wilbur Whatley's strange behavior. It was only after Wilbur went to Cambridge University Library to complete his goal.
Even though there were many translations of Necronomicon in this world, there was no Arabic original.
Be it the University of Missoula or the Cambridge University Library, they had no idea how old they were. During the copying process, some of the content would be lost and some of the content would be purposely hidden by the author.
It was because of this that the young man by the name of Wilbur Whatley would borrow different versions to complete his copy.
"At the time, my grandfather did not know Wilbur Whatley's real identity." Prof Armitage's voice lowered, "But when he saw the page that Wilbur copied, he knew the man wanted to perform some kind of ritual to contact a power that could drag the whole world into the abyss."
"I also heard it from my father. Later on, some very scary things happened."
The old prof paused to take a sip of tea. His voice was getting hoarser.
"Wilbur Whatley turned into something that was half human or perhaps that was his true form. He tried to steal the Necromancer Book from this library, but he died here in the end, becoming a pile of stinking, filthy flesh. However, he had a twin brother who was even more of a monster than he was. He wandered around Dunwich, slaughtering and destroying, preparing to perform the ritual that his brother had been preparing for.
My grandfather and two other Missoula professors finally stopped the ritual and ended Wilbur's life. But because of that, he saw things that normal people could not … My grandfather almost went insane forever. Thankfully, he recovered his sanity and spent his whole life studying and stopping that power … "
At this point, Prof Armitage's expression turned bitter. It was unclear whether it was because of the bitter tea or some other emotion.
Gu Jun's heart was in turmoil after he heard all this. "Prof, how is this directly related to our current situation?"
"That power!" The old prof suddenly reminded. His eyes widened, "The power that Wilbur Whatley tried to contact is also his brother's father. It can break through any dimensional conundrum."
'Father? ' Gu Jun was startled. "You mean, the Whatley brothers are the amalgamation of human and dark forces?" Hannah's expression shifted.
This was the first time he had heard of something like this. He only knew other races or humans could be turned into zombies or Deep Ones.
This was because there was always reproductive isolation.
"Half human half divine body." The prof's face darkened. "The Whatley brothers are still young, that's why my grandfather and the others were able to win."
At this time, the doctor pulled out a drawer of his desk and rummaged through it. He found a piece of paper, which was filled with densely packed words.
The prof handed the paper to Gu Jun. Gu Jun accepted it. It was bilingual, English and Latin. The prof's gaze turned curious as he said, "This is the page that Wilbur Whatley was looking for. I found it from the Necropolis based on the information left behind by my grandfather."
In other words, the Necropolis was not an empty book in this library.
Gu Jun frowned as he looked at the paper in his hand. It was as if he was reading Chinese. The more he read, the more his heart tightened.
"We cannot believe that humans are the oldest and final rulers of Earth and we cannot believe that normal life and matter will exist alone in this world.
The Great Old Ones existed in the past, the Great Old Ones exist now and the Great Old Ones will exist in the future. The Great Old Ones do not exist in the space we know, but between them. The Great Old Ones walk silently at the beginning of time, unbound by dimensions, unseen by us.
Yog-Sothoth knows the Gate. Yog-Sothoth is the Gate. Yog-Sothoth is the Gate's key and guard. The past, the present, and the future are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Great Old Ones once trespassed, and where they will trespass again. He knows where the Great Old Ones once trod, and where they will trod again. He knows why no one can see them when they do.
Their approach is sometimes known by their odour, but one cannot see their form, and can only guess a little by the aspect of the offspring they beget. And these children come in many varieties, from the most vivid imaginations of men to the incorporeal and incorporeal like themselves. They pass only at certain seasons, in the obscure places of uttered words and called ceremonies, and vanish without a trace, leaving their decay behind.
The wind sings their voice, and the earth murmurs their consciousness. They bend the forests and crush the cities, but neither the forests nor the cities see the Hand of Mischief. Kadath knew of them in the Frozen Wastes, but who knows Kadath? The Antarctic ice fields and the sunken islands have their seals carved on pillars, but who has seen the frozen cities and the sealed towers covered with seaweed and barnacles? The great Cthulhu is their cousin, but even he has glimpsed them only dimly.
Ia！ Shub-Niggurath! Thou art filthy, and thou shalt know them. Thou shalt not see them when their hands are upon thy throat. Their perch is at your locked door. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the Gate, and the Gate lies where the worlds meet. Where men ruled they ruled, and they will rule again where men now rule.
After summer comes winter, and after winter comes summer. They wait patiently, for they will rule again.]
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