Chapter 197 Making Old Seals

Under the astonished and puzzled gaze of the handsome young man, the middle-aged man with a drooping mustache raised his revolver and pressed it against his forehead.

"No, I can—"

However, before he could utter a complete syllable, the trigger was already pulled.

boom!

The sharp sound of bullets and air piercing through the rain curtain echoed on the streets of the southern suburbs.

The sound of gunfire again caused the window that the troublemaker had just opened to close again.

In such silence, the middle-aged man with a drooping mustache looked at the two corpses on the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, the middle-aged man frowned and turned to look at Evana:

"Did you find anyone else you know who shouldn't be here?"

"Except Ted, no."

Evana's eyes stopped on one of the corpses, but that corpse no longer looked like a middle-aged man wearing a bowler hat.

In the field of vision of the two, the two corpses lying on the ground had turned into two skinny tramps with ragged clothes.

Instead of a yarmulke and a handsome young man.

After carefully examining the two corpses, the middle-aged man with a drooping mustache stood up and shook his head:

"These people are not real 'actors', but ordinary 'characters'."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Evana and said seriously:

"Next, check all the writers, playwrights, painters, and painters in Diroud City. Remember, you must not act alone. He created characters based on the people around you as 'prototypes', and there may be more characters in the future." Characters that are 'modeled' on other people around you or even on you."

The middle-aged man looked at the corpse again with an unusually dignified expression:

"I have a guess that the person who attacked the members of the Thorn Tree at the Diroud Theater was also this 'scriptwriter'."

Hearing this, Evana turned her head slightly, as if thinking of something:

"Puppeteer, pawn?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "That 'puppet master' Dennis is his pawn to divert attention."

After finishing speaking, he glanced around:

"Leave quickly, the 'character' dies, and the other party must react."

Ignoring the corpse on the ground, the middle-aged man took a step forward. With each step, his figure would fade a bit. After a few steps, his figure completely disappeared in place.

"Yes." Evana nodded towards the deserted street, turned and left without stopping.

After a few minutes, a gray-brown mouse crawled out of another room not far away, glanced in the direction of the corpse, turned around immediately, and quickly disappeared on the street.

As the mouse disappeared near the corpse, a figure gradually solidified opposite the open gate, at the edge of another alley, looking at the disappearing figure of the mouse, with a pensive expression on his face.

New business district, North.

In the dark and damp single-family building, a mouse quickly ran up the decayed and deformed stairs and came to the first room on the left.

In the dark room, the pale yellow flame was flickering on the candle.

On the main seat, a short and fat man was writing quickly on the manuscript paper by candlelight.

After the mouse came to the door, without any pause, it climbed onto the chair, jumped onto the long table, and climbed onto a chair on the left.

Seeing the mouse, the short and fat man raised his head slightly, and under the mirror reflecting the flickering candlelight, his sharp gaze, which did not match his chubby figure, was projected on the mouse.

In the next instant, the mouse's figure began to swell rapidly.

The flickering candles returned to calm. A man wearing a red bow tie and a felt hat looked around blankly and said hoarsely:

"here it is"

"Mr. Bant, I have said many times, now that you have solved the puzzle I left, I will submit the manuscript within the time limit."

The chunky man said in a deep voice:

"Don't stay at my place all the time, you should go back."

Hearing his words, the man's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood something, he showed a bitter and awkward smile:

"Sorry, Your Excellency Taborji, I just cherish this job and don't want to lose it. Sorry to bother you, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, he stood up, bowed deeply, then picked up the lantern that was still burning on the table, and quickly left the room.

The moment he stepped on the creaking stairs, Bant slowed down, walked down the stairs, and picked up the umbrella from the fireplace.

However, there is not only one umbrella, but many.

Glancing at the long-handled umbrella that showed a little blue under the light of the lantern, Bant, who was a little puzzled, didn't stay long.

Kicking away the mouse that crawled to his feet, Bant opened the door with his own black umbrella with a disgusted expression on his face, opened the umbrella, closed the door and squeezed into the rain curtain alone.

Fast Cloaker, second floor.

Yago opened the oriel window to the outside, and damp and cold air poured into the nostrils, dispelling the smell.

He is trying.

Try making an "old seal".

"Old seal" is the most common item among all kinds of Extraordinary related items, except for potions.

Old India, this name makes Yago feel a little complicated.

According to the original author of the Cthulhu series, the old seal is a combination of ancient patterns, mysterious signs or powerful magic symbols that depict mysterious existence, something similar to an amulet.

In the previous life, this kind of thing often appeared in places like coc and other running groups.

Because "the old seal is portrayed as a symbol of 'expelling' various mythical beings" and "many mythical beings will inexplicably avoid this thing", someone made a metaphor——

"They see the old seal as if they saw Xiang"

Under the inexplicable development, this extended two-set explanation is regarded as the correct solution.

Just like "Xiang" itself does not mean excrement, but when there are more people explaining it this way, it also has this meaning.

According to Yago's own understanding, the original concept of "Old Seal" is closer to the meaning of "some kind of hostile, symbol and related object of another unknown existence that disgusts mythological beings".

It's like when you see someone who has something related to someone you hate, you will hate this person or even stay away, but you may also get angry and beat him up.

However, it doesn't matter whether the original design of the old seal or the second design of the previous life is no longer important. Now that he is in this world, when he browses occult books, what his subtitle translates as "old seal" is created by gods and various secrets. Extraordinary items composed of symbolic symbols, totem characters, and mysterious logos according to certain rules.

Although it is not as good as a mysterious object, it also has certain extraordinary abilities.

It is explained in some occult books that the divine language is a typical symbol and logo that symbolizes gods and various hidden existences.

Ritual through "corresponding symbol", "ceremonial pattern"

Inspiration, or the Extraordinary with a powerful spiritual mist, can mobilize the ubiquitous natural forces by chanting divine inscriptions and use "spells".

In a sense, chanting the divine script directly is to simplify the use of ritual spells.

And the old seal can be regarded as a simplified version of ritual spells.

It's just that these two methods are different from rituals. They use their own, naturally existing power, which is closely related to their own strength, instead of praying for power from gods and hidden existences.

Yago sighed.

The previous situation of the janitor mask made him understand that he cannot rely on the janitor mask all the time.

The gatekeeper mask should only be used as a last resort, not as a regular means.

ps: I had a fever, fever, and cold yesterday, so I was so scared that I hurried to 120, but it turned out not to be.

Even if it is not, I dare not neglect it, and just come to a set of self-isolation, and then we will talk.

Well. I was suddenly sent a message by a friend asking if I was infected, and it turned out that it was spread from some relatives, saying that I had become the "source of infectious disease", and my family members were all kept away like plague gods. After all The ambulance buzzing to the door of the house can be seen, and the credibility is not low.

Although I can understand the idea of ​​"staying away from infected people", the rumors are true

Suddenly, there was an idea of ​​wanting to be really contagious, and then go to his house to give him a hug.

Everyone also pay attention to safety, if there is a suspected situation, contact the hospital as soon as possible.

Still sick, still sick, though doctor says no