Because of the incident with the bathroom window, Jobtran naturally stayed up all night, guarding against possible attacks at any time, but after guarding all night, it turned out to be a false alarm.
The two men on the top floor also couldn't sleep a wink all night because of what happened to the hunter in the corridor.
When the roosters crowed in the early morning and the sun slowly rose from the east, Professor Robert and Columbia simply walked out of the room on the top floor.
"Bang bang tie."
"So early?"
Joet Brown opened the door and saw two people with dark circles under their eyes and said jokingly.
"No, you're early too."
Professor Robert shrugged helplessly.
"Anyway, we both didn't sleep all night, and we just relied on coffee to keep ourselves awake."
"Come in and talk."
Joet Brown rolled his wheelchair back a little to make room for the two men to enter.
Sif in the room was still sleeping soundly with her head covered by the quilt, completely unaware of the presence of two more people in the room.
"Take your seat, I won't greet you."
Joe Butran curled his lips to indicate, and then waited for the two to sit down and asked,
"Tell me, what happened to you guys last night?"
Columbia was about to tell about the tragedy he saw in the corridor last night, but was stopped by Professor Robert who patted him on the back.
Professor Robert looked at Jobtran and shook his head.
"We are good kids, we know what we can say and what we can't say."
After hearing this, Jobtran frowned and realized that Professor Robert and Columbia had encountered a secret that could not be told, and this secret must be based on the rules set by the old woman.
The two men in front of him had not rested all night and had stubble on their faces. It was obvious that they had witnessed an accident. The old woman was also present, so she set this rule for the two of them.
No matter what the accident itself was, based on this logic, we can guess that it must be related to the Kukui legend mentioned last night.
After sorting out his thoughts, Jobtran relaxed his brows and nodded slightly.
Without too many words, Joet Brown understood what Professor Robert meant. This is the communication between smart people.
Columbia covered his mouth in fear and even looked around timidly, fearing that the monster would appear out of nowhere and take him away.
Joe Butran looked at Columbia's overly cautious attitude with a smile on his face.
“Don’t worry, you haven’t told me yet.
Now listen to me and I will tell you.”
Professor Robert shouted anxiously,
“Stop.
Ignorance is not a crime, but the consequence of knowingly committing a crime is to bring trouble upon yourself.
Just because you haven’t heard it yourself doesn’t mean the rule doesn’t exist.”
After listening to Professor Robert's words, Joet Brown began to ponder.
The two of them did not say anything to interrupt his thoughts. After a while, Joe Butran took the initiative to break the silence and said,
"I see!
Relatively safe, hahahaha!
Come on, push me out, let's go to the front desk."
Columbia stood up upon hearing this and pushed Joet Brown's wheelchair to the reception desk.
At this time, the old woman was bending over and wiping the non-existent dust on the reception desk with a rag. When she saw the two people coming out, she greeted them with a warm smile.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, grandma. We didn't get a good rest last night because we were in an unfamiliar place.
Can we stay a little longer before checking out? ”
Joet Brown also asked politely with a smile on his face.
"Haha, of course no problem, just check out before 2pm, otherwise there will be an extra charge, okay?"
The old woman narrowed her eyes, looked at Joet Brown and answered.
"That's great, thank you grandma."
After saying this, Joe Butran motioned Columbia to push him back.
The two returned to the room, locked the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sleep, sleep, hurry up and sleep.
As long as you check out before 2 o'clock, everything will be fine. ”
Without saying a word, Joet Brown lay down on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The small room was suddenly filled with cheers. Professor Robert lay down on the sofa, while Columbia lay down on the bench.
When Sif woke up from bed, it was already noon.
She saw the three people sleeping and couldn't help but laugh.
After washing up alone, he packed his bag, put away his clothes, and then woke up Joet Brown.
"Go take a shower, it's already noon.
We have to travel soon.”
"Well, let me sleep a little longer..."
Jobtran answered dazedly, but then sat up again.
"It's noon?!"
Seeing the startled Joet Brown, Sif couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, it's almost twelve o'clock."
Joet Brown covered his head.
“It’s really inconvenient not to have an alarm clock.
Call those two idiots over there to get up and clean up the room.
Good children will tidy up their rooms and make their own beds. They will understand after hearing this sentence. ①
After that, Jobtran took his towel and went to the bathroom to wash.
Sif gently woke up the two people who looked tired and confused, and told them what Jobtran had said.
The two of them suddenly realized something and rushed back to their room in a hurry to tidy up the bed and the arrangement of tables and chairs that they had messed up before coming down.
Before two o'clock, they packed their bags and gathered at the reception desk again.
This time, it was Sif, who seemed the most harmless, who stepped forward and returned the two keys.
After Sif returned the key, she did not leave immediately. Instead, she smiled sweetly and asked the old woman,
“Grandma, the room has been tidied, so we came to check out.
Tell me, are we good kids?"
“Haha, very self-conscious.
Knowing that I am old and have difficulty walking, they can save me some worries, which is a good thing. "
The old woman smiled as she wiped a crossbow that still had traces of blood on it.
Although Sif didn't know what was going on, Columbia and Professor Robert behind her were both on guard with serious expressions.
"Then, grandma, can you tell us how we can get the token to go to Miskatonic University?"
Sif lifted the hair that fell on the side of her ear and stared at the old woman in front of her with expectant eyes.
"Are you an exchange student? A professor? Or an adventurer
If you are a private investigator, I suggest you stay away from the murky waters of Miskatonic University.
You can’t get into that damn place without a letter of recommendation.”
The old woman put down the crossbow, took out a letter of recommendation sealed with red paint from the drawer and waved it in front of them.
"Grandma, can you lend it to me?"
Sif asked honestly, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.
"I'm giving it to you. I have a whole drawer full of them anyway.
Haha, obedient children will naturally be rewarded. "
The old woman waved her hand generously and opened the entire drawer for them to have a look.
There were hundreds of recommendation letters densely packed inside, and many of the envelopes were stained with blood.
When the three people who knew the truth guessed the origins of these letters of recommendation, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.
Behind each letter of recommendation is a human life.
After thanking the old woman, the four of them left the adventurer's home.
Columbia quickly took out a notebook and wrote a sentence in it:
"The Traveler's Home, an inn in Arkham, is a place where everything is run according to the rules. Those who ignore or break the rules will face danger."
"What are you writing?"
Sif asked when she saw this.
"An adventure diary. Maybe I can publish it and make some money in the future. Hahahaha."
Columbia scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly.
"Forget about printing. The knowledge in the small town of Arkham cannot be circulated to the outside world. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to cross the river by feeling the stones and taking risks while trying to find a way."
Jobtron quipped, while Columbia sighed in annoyance after hearing that.
"By the way, why is a letter of recommendation a token of trust
I remember our recommendation letters were just plain text?"
Sif asked in confusion.
"Take ours out and you'll see what's different."
After saying this, Joet Brown took out the recommendation letters for himself, Sif and Professor Robert from his luggage.
When I opened the letter of recommendation, a light flashed.
What was originally just an ordinary letter of recommendation has now turned into a map.
There are two light spots flashing different colors on the map, and there is a clear line between the light spots.
The line shines with a little phosphorescence like water, as if guiding the direction.
"It turns out that the token is right next to us."
Professor Robert said with emotion while stroking his beard.
“This is our blind spot.
Who could have thought that this letter of recommendation would turn out like this when it was in Arkham Town
But now each of us has a letter of recommendation, so we don’t have to worry about not being able to get into Columbia.
I really have to thank the old lady at the Traveler’s Home for this.”
Joe Boutrang sent the letter of recommendation given by his grandmother to Columbia.
"Here, put it away yourself."
After picking up their bags, the four of them continued their journey.
The afternoon sun brought a little warmth to the earth, making the scene in Arkham look less gloomy and terrifying than at night, but the stench of fermented mold was still there.
All the villagers in the village looked at the strangers who were dressed differently with cold eyes, wishing they could leave the land where they lived as soon as possible.
The inhabitants of the unpainted cabins set back from the main road would often slam their windows shut when the four men passed, but the people behind the latticed windows would still stare out with a deadly and terrifying dullness.
This numbness stems from the residents' numbness towards life and their forgetfulness of unspeakable things.
These residents have lived in such cabins for generations and have no contact with the outside world.
Their ancestors once held some fanatical and dark beliefs and fell into this wilderness, but their descendants were trapped in this barren land by the curse left behind.
They live in an isolated environment, suffering from morbid self-suppression and xenophobia, and at the same time have to struggle to survive in the haze here.
Various factors have led to the residents here having a subconscious resistance to contact with outsiders. They are curious because they don't often see the faces of outsiders.
What Joet Brown and the others were wearing was very strange to them, especially the tuxedo on Professor Robert, which attracted their curiosity.
The flashy style of clothing irritated the indigenous people, who could not understand it.
Paradoxically, curiosity and resistance were reflected in these residents. They just watched quietly and did not communicate with these outsiders. They just watched.
Because they know better than anyone that the darkness behind the small town of Arkham can swallow up these outsiders at any time.
We followed the route on the map and slowly moved away from the village we were in, along a river valley path called the Miskatonic River, but the sunlight in the sky began to fade.
It was not because it was already dusk, but because a large mass of dark clouds floated in the sky, covering up the light that should have fallen on the ground.
What followed was a sporadic raindrop falling from the sky, and the rain gradually became heavier, and the visible vision became blurry and blurred.
The three people who were walking were not affected much, but Jobtran's wheelchair suffered.
The originally hard loess turned into mud under the moisture of raindrops, making it very difficult to push the wheelchair.
Finding a place to shelter from the rain has become the top priority at this moment.
Not far away there are two old elm trees growing at the foot of a rocky hill. Although it is not yet late autumn, there is no leaf on the trees; all the branches are bare, as lifeless as a dying old man.
Behind the tree there is an old, dilapidated wooden house.
The small hill in front of the wooden house was overgrown with weeds, but the path in front of the wooden house remained empty, obviously someone had repaired it on a daily basis.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain hitting my body felt like small stones hitting me.
In desperation, the four of them could only come to this wooden house to take shelter from the rain temporarily.
The door of the wooden house was closed, which made people imagine a lot.
The eaves in front of the door were a little leaky, and with the help of Professor Robert and Columbia, Jobtran leaned his wheelchair against the doorstep covered with green moss.
They hurriedly shook off the rain on their bodies, took out towels that were not yet soaked from their packages, and wiped their hair and wet clothes.
At the same time, Jobtran glanced at the configuration of the cabin.
There was brown rust on the door bolt; the lattice windows near the door lintel were so dirty that they could not let in much light, but they were still intactly installed in the window frames.
Following the sound of several heavy footsteps behind the door, the door creaked open from the inside.
A faint, weak voice came from behind the door, with a strange local accent.
"Are you guys coming in?"
The four of them turned around and saw the person who was speaking.
That man was obviously the owner of the house.
He has a different appearance from the residents of Arkham. He has a typical Ouzhou white appearance.
He has a straight hooked nose, a pair of blue eyes, light blond hair, and is about 1.9 meters tall.
His long white hair showed that he was quite old, but his physique looked very strong, with his body proportions shaped like an inverted triangle like a bodybuilder.
His face was almost covered by the long and fluffy beard, but his bright eyes were as sharp as a blade, except that there were many red veins on both sides of the whites of his eyes.
Although ragged and a little dirty, this man has an extraordinary demeanor.