As Jobtran walked along the passage, the scenes passed by him one by one like a montage.
Joet Brown's pupils dilated in an instant, and his figure had arrived in a completely new space.
Everywhere you look, you see countless bookshelves filled with endless books of all kinds, and you can't see the end of the entire space at a glance.
The principal who was guarding the hall yawned, and out of boredom he used the crystal ball to activate the real-time broadcasts of all areas. Every move of everyone currently in the library was recorded in his sight.
"Oh my, this guy is also in the fifth area. Hehehe, there will be something interesting to watch."
It was a pity that Jobtran could not hear the principal's snickering, or else he might have been on guard.
At this time, Joet Brown walked to one of the bookshelves, stretched out his hand, and was about to grab a book to take a look, but his palm was empty.
All the books around me are like shadows, which can only be seen but not touched.
Joet Brown sighed,
“Where should I find so many books
What should I do if I find it? "
Since he couldn't touch it, Joet Brown simply observed the furnishings in this area.
All the bookshelves were randomly arranged, and without any guidance, finding the book you wanted to read was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack.
“This setting is not humane at all.”
Joet Brown muttered.
Just as he finished saying this, he leaned back against the bookshelf beside him seemingly casually.
A moan came from behind.
Jobtran reached out with his right hand and what he got was a furry tail that was as red as fire.
"I got you."
Joet Brown raised the corner of his mouth and said mischievously.
"Quick, let me go!"
After hearing this, Joet Brown did not look back, but gently rubbed the tail.
"Nice touch, little fox."
"Oh, are you a hooligan?!
No! You are a devil! You are a demon! You are the most filthy third-rate person!
Let go of my tail!"
A sweet voice like that of a yellow warbler came from behind Joet Brown, begging for mercy from him.
“I can let you go, but you need to put on your clothes first and then remove the illusion here.
Otherwise, how can I read? "
Joet Brown exerted a little force on his hands, and the little fox behind him whimpered again.
"I can't put on my clothes if you don't let me go..."
A gentle voice came from behind, and Joe Butran loosened his hand after hearing it.
“If I can catch you once, I can catch you a second time.
Don’t try to get away.”
Meanwhile, Joet Brown offers a small word of warning.
Joe Butran closed his eyes and heard a rustling sound behind him.
"Okay, turn around."
A voice as soft as jade came into Joet Brown's ears, and Joet Brown turned around as promised.
The scene that meets the eye is one that will make any man's blood boil.
She had a pair of cute fox ears on her head, and her plump figure was partially covered by a short and simple shirt, while her two smooth thighs were naturally exposed.
Her little feet dangled playfully in the air, while a fox tail waved behind her.
She has a body that is enough to commit a crime, but a face like that of a teenage girl.
The tender white skin on her shoulders was casually revealed to Joet Brown, and the charming collarbone inadvertently revealed a hint of provocation.
“Although this is the first time I’ve seen the legendary fox people, they are indeed quite beautiful.”
Joet Brown praised as he took off his coat.
"Huh, you're not a good person.
Hey, hey, hey! Why are you taking off your clothes when you can speak properly? "
The fox girl in front of him showed a bit of panic when she saw Joet Brown's actions.
Joet Brown threw his coat over without saying a word.
"Cover your legs."
The little fox girl took the coat, put it under her nose and sniffed it gently, showing a look of disgust at the same time.
"Hey, there's a smell of cigarettes. You're such a weirdo."
"Smoking is at best a bad habit, but it's still more normal than someone reading naked in the library."
Joet Brown gave the little fox girl a helpless look.
“You know nothing. Only by being naked can you get closer to knowledge and feel it.
Whether it is humans or animals, who is not bald when they are born
Clothes are just a cover-up at best."
The little fox girl put her hands on her hips and refuted Joet Brown's statement in a condescending manner.
It seems that she has her own unique arguments and views, perhaps because she is a fox-person, a rare human
"However, since you are the first person other than the old man to see through my illusion, I will be generous and let you go."
As the little fox girl spoke, she revealed the small canine tooth in her mouth.
“…”
Joet Brown looked up at the sky above the library and silently gave a middle finger.
"The old man is waiting for me."
Joet Brown didn't say anything, but just gestured with his mouth.
The principal in the hall clapped his hands with a smile.
"Not bad, not bad. These two kids are really interesting."
"Do you know that old man?"
The little fox girl tilted her head and asked curiously.
"I don't know him, but I'm going to beat him up next time I see him."
"It's no use beating him up, I'll teach you, you have to pull his beard hard.
If you pluck out a few of them, he'll be upset for days."
The little fox girl suggested with a wicked smile,
“When he first came to arrest me, I couldn’t fight him off, and I couldn’t run away from him.
If it weren't for that beard, I wouldn't have won."
"Oh? So you've been at Miskatonic University for a long time?"
Joet Brown narrowed his eyes. The innocent little fox in front of him seemed easy to fool.
There is no need for him to answer in a roundabout way, he will just talk endlessly and pour out everything he knows.
"A little girl like this seems easy to bully."
Jobtran thought to himself.
“I’ve been here for a long time, and this place wasn’t a university before.
I have been living here all my life. If the old man hadn't come, I wouldn't have to stay here and not go out.
Humph.
If he hadn't had those sweet treats, I wouldn't have stayed."
A drop of saliva unconsciously flowed from the little fox's mouth, and he subconsciously wiped it with Jobtran's coat and then wrapped his two proud long legs.
"Do you have a name?"
"Name? I don't even remember my own name, but the old man always calls me Scarlett."
"Scarlet? The old man is quite good at naming.
My name is Joet Brown, and I'm looking for a manuscript called the Necronomicon. Do you know where it is?"
Joet Brown took the initiative to introduce himself and asked some questions to the innocent tool in front of him.
Anyone who could have existed before the establishment of Miskatonic University was obviously not an ordinary person.
If she were an ordinary person, the cunning old principal would not have kept her here for so long.
It seems that Scarlett has been staying in the library reading, so asking her directly should be the most convenient method.
"A manuscript of the Necronomicon? Yes, there is, but why do you want to read that book?"
The little fox showed a rare alertness in front of her, and even the hair on her tail behind her was slightly loosened.
“I tell you, that book is not a good one.
The last stupid kid who read this book stabbed himself to death with a knife after laughing for a few minutes."
"I have to read it. I have too many questions and I can only find the answers in this book."
Joe Butran put on a sincere expression on his face.
"I hope you can help me."
"Then promise me that you'll bring me some snacks next time you come to the library, okay
The old man hasn’t brought me delicious food for a long time. . . ”
The little fox thought for a while and then spoke softly.
"It's a deal, I'll buy you a lot of snacks.
As long as you can help me find the manuscript of the Necronomicon, any amount of snacks is fine."
Joe Butron agreed.
"Really? I want a big pile, like this big pile!"
The little fox gestured exaggeratedly, and the beauty bouncing on his chest forced Joet Brown to look away.
"Yeah, there are so many."
Joet Brown wiped his nose slightly.
"Then it's a deal. We're going to make a pinky promise. This is what the old man taught me."
The little fox jumped up from the pile of books and hopped in front of Jobtran.
She bent forward, her eyes smiling into crescent shapes.
She held out the little finger of her right hand and waved it in front of Jobtran's face.
"Are you still a child? You're still making pinky promises..."
Joet Brown reluctantly held out his hand, unable to stop crying.
"Pin, don't change for a hundred years!
Tell me again quickly."
"Okay, okay, I promise you, we won't change for a hundred years."
Joet Brown compromised.
"Yeah, that's right.
Wait a minute."
The little fox smiled sweetly after letting go of her hand, and she walked barefoot on the ground.
She walked to a bookshelf that was several stories high and violently punched the bookshelf with her little pink fist.
"Throw out that Necronomicon!"
"Oh my, my aunt, can you just say it directly next time?!
We are civilized people, we should speak instead of using force!"
The bookshelf suddenly came alive, all the books were constantly jumping, colliding, and humanely pieced together into a painful shape.
"Hey, I forgot again."
"Auntie, don't forget it next time.
If you hit it again, the wood next to it will split."
The expressions on the bookshelf formed a speechless symbol, and then one of the books flew out from the top shelf on its own and landed steadily in the little fox's hands.
"Here, your Necronomicon."
The little fox turned around, smiled brightly, and gently waved his little pink fist.
Jobtran's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He was surprised by both the little fox's great strength and the talking bookshelf.
"Thank you, thank you..."
After Joet Brown took it, he found a slightly more comfortable place to sit down.
"Young man, I have never seen you before, are you new here?"
The bookshelf took the initiative to talk.
"Yeah, I just got here not long ago."
Choate Brown replied truthfully.
He gently touched the manuscript of the Book of the Dead, and the feeling from his fingertips was full of the breath of age.
It seems to be announcing to the world,
“Read me, read me, read me.
Open me and you will gain everything in the world.
Whether it is gold, silver, jewellery, or all the beauties, they are all in the book.”
"Before you open this book, remember to hold your ID card in your hand.
Don’t miss the time to go out.”
The bookshelf kindly reminds me,
"If you don't take the initiative to go out when the time is up, something bad will happen."
"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention to it."
Joet Brown said this and took a deep breath.
He solemnly organized his thoughts, cleared his mind of all distracting ideas, and then carefully opened the first page of the forbidden code.
It was not as exaggerated as I had imagined. There was no massive amount of information flooding into my mind. On the first page, there was only one sentence written in blood.
"This world is a scam."
"A hoax? Interesting."
Joet Brown smiled and whispered.
When the little fox saw Joet Brown start reading, he ignored him, but from time to time he would poke his little head out from behind the book to secretly peek to see if Joet Brown was doing anything unusual. After all, Joet Brown was now like a huge pile of snacks.
The value of his life to the little fox at the moment is just a new snack supplier.
When Joet Brown has a vision, the little fox will most likely take action.
Joet Brown shook his head slightly.
"So what if it's a scam?"
He turned to the next page, which also had only one sentence:
“You can’t tell me, if you tell me, you’ll be gone.
It doesn’t mean you lose your life, but your existence will disappear.”
This strange sentence was also written in red font in the book, but here, the originally beautiful font was obviously trembling.
When Joet Brown turned to the third page, the boundless universe appeared before him.
There are no shining stars in the universe, no shooting stars, and no life.
The only thing that exists at the center of the universe is a formless darkness.
What was nurtured in that darkness was an existence that was incomprehensible to humans, an existence that transcended humans, an existence that was above all things in the world.
When He is awake, the world is so boring.
He is still awake, and the loneliness in the world is eternal loneliness.
His name is Azathoth.
His name is not correct because humans cannot chant His name correctly.
In distress, Azathoth fell into a deep sleep.
All things appeared in the world, matter appeared, and changes appeared.
Unchanging is no longer the simple and eternal tone.
The invisible mist floated in the vast universe, giving birth to three indescribable beings.
They each have their own mission, they each have their own talents, and they each have their own destiny.
They respectively control life, time and space, and the will of chaos.
The responsibility of life fell on Shab-Nicholas, who was the mother of life and the Black Goat of the Forest.
The responsibility of time and space falls to Yog-Sothoth. He is the Silver Gate, He is the Keeper of Secrets, He is the omniscient and omnipotent One who unifies all things.
The last one is the Will of Chaos, Nyarlathotep.
The lurking chaos, the nameless beast, the task of devouring the world fell on Him.