My Cthulhu doesn’t seem to be quite the same

Chapter 158

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“My name is Huang Zhen, I am the librarian of the Yuan City Library, and I am writing this paragraph here today either for other reasons, or because I want to remind future generations that this library is not normal.”

“Every night, I would hear a sound of saws sawing everything, and at first I thought that there was a carpenter sawing wood nearby, but then I remembered, because to ensure the quiet of the library, the car is not even allowed to hit the horn when it arrives, let alone the sound of sawing wood, so where did that sound come from? Plus, the sound of sawing wood was getting closer and closer to me. ”

“I was scared and anxious, I remembered some horror stories in my hometown in the countryside, and I was even more afraid to go out to find out, but this is not a way, in the past two days, the sound of sawing wood has become closer and closer to me.”

“I was afraid of being in a hurry, and I didn’t dare to sleep at night, for fear that I wouldn’t wake up when I wouldn’t know when, but I was afraid that what I was doing would attract the attention of that thing, so I could only light a candle and do nothing every day, just holding my legs and sitting in front of the candle with a blanket.

“In the past two days, the candles in the library disappeared too quickly, and finally attracted the attention of the curator, who scolded me, thinking that I had stolen the candles and sold them for money, saying that if this continued, he would fire me.”

“I wanted to tell him that the library was haunted, but I knew he wouldn’t believe this vampire, so I had to stop it.”

“Damn, not only the sound of sawing wood, but also the lights in the toilet are broken, flashing and flashing, the faucet is suddenly turned on in the middle of the night, but the water flowing out is red, full of rust smell, it is easy to think of blood.”

“Am I going to find those monks and Taoists? Damn, I’m an intellectual, how can I ask for the help of those divine sticks… Well, let me be honest, once, I had some unpleasant troubles with the monks and Taoists of the entire Yuan City because I didn’t believe these things. ”

“Damn, are those monks and Taoists really hard-hearted, after seeing me, they actually want to come up and beat me up, it’s really enough.”

“Damn, damn it, damn it, that sound of sawing wood is already outside the door!”

“I don’t even dare to light the candle now, for fear that the light of the candle will attract the attention of the “he” outside. ”

“I can only use “he” to describe the thing outside, because I don’t know if the thing outside is male or female, or some kind of animal or… Neither? ”

“Thank goodness that it was dawn, for the first time, I felt that the sun was so kind, praise you, Sun Father.”

“It’s daytime, but I can’t sleep again, and when I sleep, I can hear the sound of sawing wood echoing in my ears.”

“It’s evening, damn it, I can’t enter the temple, I can only buy some Buddha statues and other things on the side of the road to put around, but I don’t know why, these Buddha statues go up like this… Abominable? Forgive me for using this word to describe Buddha statues, but this is indeed my insight. ”

“If you think about it, these two days of hair cuts seem ridiculous in the past, and if my classmates saw it, I couldn’t believe how they would laugh.

“It was late at night, my heart was setting with the sun, and I was clutching the Buddha statue I bought at a roadside stall in my hand, not knowing what to do.”

“Damn, I looked through the window and finally saw that thing, a tall figure with a saw, what was he sawing? It’s legs! It’s human legs! ”

“~ Damn, that thing found me!”

……

Looking at the messy fonts on the yellowed paper in her hand, a tall woman in a military uniform pursed her mouth and was silent for a moment.

After a while, she spoke, her voice was hoarse and not crisp: “Why did we only find out about the strange events ten years ago.” ”

She pointed to the date under the paper, which was written ten years ago, which was a diary after a diary.

“Because the curator in the diary hid the truth.”

After hearing her question, a strong middle-aged man replied.

“What about the curator?”

The woman asked through gritted teeth.

“Dead.”

The middle-aged man said.

“How did you die grams?” (Li Qianzhao)

The woman raised her eyebrows, a little curious, all said that the scourge was left behind for ten thousand years, and she didn’t believe too much that the curator died like this.

“Because the librarian here often disappears, no one wants to come and work here, and then he guards it himself, and yesterday evening, he died in the library, was cut up by a saw, and it was his wife who reported the case.”

The middle-aged man looked at the woman suspiciously, as if doubting her IQ.

“Cough, of course I know this, the reason I asked this is just to test you.”

The woman said after an embarrassed light cough.

But in exchange, it was a middle-aged man with an expression of “I believe you are a ghost”. _

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